...the remote with an attentiton span of say ten seconds max and complete mastery of a hundred channels give or take a dozen and so many more important things to do except it is so cold that I just lie here surfing and surfing through a morning of movies and maudlin spectacular guests whatever they call them on Sally and Jenny and Joan and later Phil and Maury and Oprah this is fun except it isn't really and there's that news van again and the infomercial where they spray that guy's bald spot with black spray paint and flash an 800 number but I'm already thirteen channels north watching kayaking and a black and white western about a slow-witted cowpunch with a thread of spit hanging from his mouth or a sprig of tall grass...is it Nietzsche's cage as the typo would have it or some fool's global village?