Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Aaah, the joys of being a technology/media reporter

The Future TV Show is coming to Manhattan next month. I get to slither among the television executives discussing the future of the medium. I wish I could clone myself and attend all the sessions on the program.

A lot is changing, the switch to all digital is just the beginning. We are seeing television transmitted and viewed in ways unheard of ten years ago. Will this bring about world peace or end hunger? No, but it's part of the new dynamic taking hold of this business and I guarantee your children will not be watching TV the same way in the years ahead. It will be far more interactive and personalized. But let me stop before I have a nerd-gasm.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away