There is surveillance everywhere. There are cameras to pick up your smooth moves, your riding the grocery cart to-and-from the store, and to witness your robbing a store or bank. It’s impossible to get away with anything. On top of Big Brother watching, the rest of the society is filled with people with senses. They can see and/or hear what you do, what you say, and it can fall back upon you. If your audacity supposedly wins affection from others, its best to tread lightly. You don’t know who you’re going to offend or attract. On behalf of the writers, bloggers… we’re more abundant than people think, and the world is at our fingertips, and we will write just about anything in.
The Shot of Espresso, the new Syracuse New Times Thursday piece under The Inevitable Coffee Ring, is an attempt to take on — to get in the habit of bringing back –this blog’s Observation Sundays segment (currently on hiatus for a short amount of time). This should also give practice into writing shorter pieces.
I do have a conservative side despite my pub talk being pub talk (there are times and places), the characters I create are fiction in specific cases and while on stage, but I’m not putting on a facade like Stephen Colbert in his Comedy Central show. It’s not a conservative designation to believe in good manners, however; this is more common sense or courtesy than anything else.
My ears got wind of a couple’s argument at a table next to mine. The cafe’s music was playing, my buds were in, and it was hard to distinguish was was being said. There was curiosity, but his cursing through his teeth at her threw me off. His menacing grimace and beady eyes added to to a mask that was clownish. He, who was at rest and spread out across the couch, claiming the spot as his own and as he claimed an entire table the day before, strolled over with feet a notch below a stomp.
So, there a decision was made to write about one branch of communication. The post mentions how cursing can be used very sparingly for emphasis, but too much of it takes away from the dispute. The argument inevitably becomes an argument, but in the sense of a derailed train. Point, direction, tactic, and feelings are all killed in the wreckage. If the person is human, this guy in particular, he’ll be left feeling shame and guilt. If… We can hope for the best.
Remember to keep your dirty laundry at home.
The Shot of Espresso (#001): http://www.syracusenewtimes.com/espresso-shot-001/