Yes, I have been glued to my tv screen while I do my morning toiletries.
Listening to expert after expert try to explain what may have happened to Malaysian Air 370.
I am stirred by the helplessness. Stirred by the how-could-it-happen questions. The human tragedy.
With all the data we have – we don’t know.
We over-schedule. We re-schedule. We over-schedule as we re-schedule. We un-schedule when we have over-scheduled.
Even leisure time is dotted with obligation. Church. Sports. Movies. Family functions.
Lots of it is stuff we cherish. Still scheduled. Often over-scheduled.
My favorite guilty pleasure returned to television last week.
Heck, not guilty. No. Let me shout it to the heavens. I love The Voice!
The Voice is your not-so-basic singing competition. Yes, it is shamelessly staged and packaged and manipulated, like all reality shows. And yet, it instantly transcends its contrivances.