Not from food, are you crazy? Do you know me? No, so begins the occasional news media fast. Perhaps fast isn’t the right word — more like a cleanse. You know like the master cleanse, where all you drink is that maple syrup, lemony, hot pepper infused water. Except I will just be down to the newspaper, because maple syrup, lemony, hot pepper infuse water sounds like a bad idea.
The longest I have gone through one of these is three weeks. I am thinking about going a month — because I need to wean myself off of the political spin machine, the analyzing, and the constant drone of everything I heard just a minute ago.
In, Poetry Books, (I am working on more of Frank O’Hara’s Collected, also Billy Collins most recent, (though it’s over a year old), Horoscopes for the Dead.
Out, Local, evening tv news.
In, local newspaper
In, more writing and blogging about things that are non-political.
Out, Real Time with Bill Maher
In, Reading Novels, I have Vonnegut and Lamb half done on my night stand. Oh and the new JK Rowling for book club.
In, new music, as much as I can find, have I mentioned how in love I am with this guy right now? Oh, I have. Cool.