Monday, August 31, 2015

this is what you get: life after plasma tv

Our 12-year-old 52" Fujitsu plasma TV would still be displaying beautifully and brightly had our movers not killed it.

After a decade of walking into Best Buy's home theater departments and backing right out again, horrified by how bad the LED HD displays looked compared to our plasma, Bob and I are now forced against our will to consider the new generation of TVs—and to deal with a generation of salespeople who don't know that film wasn't "analog" and that movies on movie theater screens before 1990 didn't look like old VHS tapes or a low def cable broadcast.

One young salesman actually tried to tell me my eyes just "didn't know any better back then" enough to recognize that movie images were all jagged digits and blurry bits like the lower resolution broadcast of Peter Weir "Witness" that we were watching on the 75-inch 4K TV display in front of us.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

reading my skin


redheads
know better now
to guard against
the dangerous sun,

but our skin
tells cavalier stories
of childhoods
cycling through
burn,
peel,
freckle,
repeat...

scars learned-from
can be badges
of endurance
and resilience,

and freckles,
like the stars,
gorgeous remnants
of playing
with fire.