Because Maybe

Tucked in bed in my soft lit room
Time slows down.

The little radio on the desk
Quietly plays Wonderwall.

Peacefully drifting off
On a school night.

Pete Standing Alone

Sergeant Farrell's Theory, Prij, 2005

Back last May I read the story about an uncontacted tribe in Brazil. The picture of their show of force against the low flying plane still makes me laugh. How can they not know what a plane is?

Throughout the Amazon and New Guinea, isolated tribes are blissfully unaware of humanity-at-large. There are some tribes which reject continued-contact with the outside world, which is understandable since up to 90% of the Americas were killed off after 1492. Many are trying to stave off ethnocide and protect their culture from the inevitable assimilation that will occur.

The Sweater Song

I noticed back in November the BBC had a story about Gary Glitter, and it made me think of Minority Report (in which your present-self is held accountable for the crimes your future-self will commit).

In Glitter's case, his widely enjoyed music of the mid 70s is now anathema due to the prosecution of his then-future-self for possession of child-pornography. If you look at him now, he's clearly lost it believing he'll be able to make a comeback. In fact, the mediastorm over his prosecution has probably turned him into a genuine molester, hence his deportation from a number of countries.

Then, last night I was thinking about Woody Allen and his divisive relationship. If someone mentions Allen they'll say he's a great filmmaker. If someone remembers Glitter it'll be as a child molester.

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