Saturday
2-28-09
Screenworld
Posted by Frank DeMarco under Stray Thoughts | Tags: "Michael Ventura"
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When I read Ventura in this column talking about people’s “virtual tour” of Rome, it struck me that our society is so impoverished that many in it do not realize that the energy of one place differs from that of another. True children of the enlightenment (which I have seen described as the sunset that all Europe mistook for dawn), they think one place is the same as another, and one time is the same as another. Not true, of course, as anyone who has done even the rudiments of energy work could tell them. They don’t even seem to realize that a wooded lot is different from a field and both are different from a cityscape, say, or a lake, in ways beyond the obvious.
That is such a massive impoverishment, it’s difficult to give them an idea of how stripped-down their world has become. It’s like Castaneda never wrote anything, or Thoreau, or anyone who ever wrote about power spots – let alone human history which is replete with holy spots. All arbitrary placement, apparently, to these idiots. (I mean idiots, in this case, not as a put-down but in its literal sense, though applying it to them is still a metaphor. Barely.)
MICHAEL VENTURA
LETTERS AT 3AM
SCREENWORLD
Austin Chronicle – February 27, 2009
Screens, screens, screens – everywhere, screens. Right in front of me, in arm’s reach, are three: the three computers accessible from this chair (often I work on two at once). Another screen’s across the room – the TV. My cell phone, also in arm’s reach, has a screen, even though I bought the simplest device possible — it cost 10 bucks, but it can take and transmit photos and movies. You see screens at checkout counters, restaurants, laundromats, waiting rooms, and on the dashboards of cars. Millions preen for screens on YouTube and Facebook, marketing their images like politicians or starlets.
What with Blackberrys, iPhones, and my 10-buck cell, few Americans go anywhere anymore without a handy screen that connects to every other screen in some way or other, linking to any event, broadcast, or data source anywhere, including satellite photos of every address you know. The screens disconnect, as well: I work where I live, so, theoretically, I need never leave my apartment — I can order shoes, pet food, people food, parts for my car, and lingerie for my girlfriend right here on this screen, to be delivered right to my door. Now that I think of it, it seems half the people I know met their present significant others via the screen.