I always miss TV Turnoff Week. Probably because it’s not well advertised.
I’m in TN this week working. Yes, I’m working. Abstaining from TV by default. In the boxy tunnel I walked through to board my plane (you know, that word I’m thinking of) in LAX, there was a guy behind me on his cell phone whose conversation went something like this:
Actually, I’m getting on a plane for Nashville right now.
Well, (underbreath stealth voice) I’m doing a project for a. . . kind of a Christian band.
Yeah, I know, but they’re going to pay me, so. . .
Right, money changes everything.
Yeah, I’ll probably have to go through some kind of cleansing ritual when I get home.
This was funny to me, as much as it was a reminder of almost everything that makes me deeply saddened about the church and the arts, since I could have overhheard nearly the same conversation but substituting the word “secular” for “Christian.”
Goodbye, internet. Hello, library.
