It’s too bad none of the 87 murdered Norwegians had a great singing voice.
Buh-bye important news, a drug-addict celebrity died! We’ve got more important things to talk about!
It’s been four days since the attacks in Norway and three since Amy Winehouse was found dead. And we’re still reading this kind of stuff. Blog comments. Facebook statii. News site user commentary.
What happened in Norway was a terrible, horrible, tragic, stupid and pointless waste. A crazy, armed bastard set off a car bomb and then shot at camping teenagers while the world sat and watched in mystified horror as it happened. It was all we could do.
It was terrible, and frightening. Norway? we all thought. When did this kind of thing start to happen in Norway?
While that all sank in, though, the world continued to move on. People were born. Other people died. Other people died by violence, even.
One of the other people who died, not by violence, was Amy Winehouse. And sure, when a person with a long and well-documented battle with addiction loses that battle and succumbs to her addictions it isn’t terribly surprising. But it’s still tragic. And for her family and friends and fans her death was also a terrible, horrible, stupid and pointless waste.
And her death is news.
Full disclosure: I’m not a fan of Amy Winehouse. Nor of Norway, particularly. Certainly not of car bombs and random shootings. Or addiction.
You may not think that her death is as newsworthy as the double attack in Norway. Or as horrible. Or as shocking. (Certainly not as shocking: I’ll grant you that one.)
But it’s still news. As should be the death of any- and everyone who dies of addicition. But the sad truth of it is that it’s so common that only the celebrities can be reported. Because other news happens. Like Norway.
And, following Norway, other news happened, too. The world moves on. People still live. People still die. People still shoot people.
The news can’t stop after every world-polarizing event. News didn’t stop after the Japan earthquake. Or the Haiti one before that. Or the 7/7 attacks in London. Or 9/11 before that.
News went on after John Lennon was shot. News went on after Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot. News went on after John F. Kennedy was shot.
News went on after Pearl Harbour.
You see where I’m going with this.
News went on after Amy Winehouse died, too. I know! Can you believe it? And in all the debate of Oslo vs. Amy Winehouse, news of other violent deaths got lost in the noise. News of other terrible, horrible, tragic, stupid and pointless random shootings, even.
The news shouldn’t be, Amy Winehouse was a singer with a crap “disease” who deserved to die so let’s continue to focus on this other thing. But nor should the news be, Amy Winehouse is dead! To hell with Norway!
So, since the world has moved on, can we, too?Permalink | No Comments
Today is Sarah’s 13,149 day on our lovely marble. Yes, you’re quite right: that’s a lot of days. Not so many days as I’ve been here, as she likes to point out. Repeatedly. So I shall spend this day reminding her of just how many days 13,149 is. It seems only fair.
But, the point is, here’s to the next 13,149. And many more.Permalink | 1 Comment
I have a co-worker who, after about 25 years here at the library, is retiring.
I arrived a little early to his retirement party, digital camera in hand. Standing around, milling about, I found myself at the snacks counter (as one often does), and talking with one of our co-workers (as one often does). Having found me at the snacks counter, he started giving me a hard time: I obviously hadn’t come to show support or say goodbye and good luck to our friend — I’d just come for the free food.
“Yeah,” I said, holding up the camera. “There isn’t even any film in this camera.”
(It’s OK: it took him a couple of minutes, too.)Permalink | No Comments