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Jul

26

Pain, and Foul Language in Colorado

Filed Under away from home, being creative, events, health, photos

HS & the DH at Keystone Resort, working I arrived at Keystone Resort yesterday with mixed feelings. On the one hand, it was an opportunity to be in a beautiful place with my sweetie and other nice people; on the other, it was forcing me out of my comfort cave of introversion, a place I’d somberly retreated to after General Assembly and the US Social Forum. This convention will be much smaller - 400 f

olks instead of thousand - so perhaps it won’t be such a drain on me.

Yesterday we didn’t do much. Just settled in, picked up some groceries (we’re renting a comfortable condo), and somehow ended up watching The Kill Point and a really good episode of CSI in which Grissom went head to head with his former forensics mentor.

While flipping channels I thought I heard the “s” word - okay, shit - in a movie that was playing on AMC. I dismissed it, thinking, “It must be one of those garbled attempts at replacing a cuss word with something corny.” Then, while watching The Kill Point I was shocked to hear the “s” word twice. It took a moment to register and then I exclaimed to the DH, “What the hell is going on!?” I thought for sure that the censors had fallen asleep, and someone was going to lose their job! But no, the DH informed me that one can now say shit on cable channels after a certain night time hour.

He said, “Don’t you remember that South Park episode called “Night of a Thousand Shits” where they tried to say shit as many times as possible?”

I’d heard vague things about that, but somehow interpreted it as some kind of special deal the Comedy Channel had finagled, kind of like how Spielberg persuaded a broadcast network to air Schindler’s List without commercial breaks.

Man, I felt old. I remember when you couldn’t say bitch on tv. Or ass. I felt strangely nostalgic for the days before one could say shit on cable tv.

But I felt older still when my legs started hurting. The throbbing pain went from my lower back to my hips, and down my thighs to my knees. The DH massaged my legs but the relief this gave me was woefully temporary. Eventually, I went to sleep, but woke up at 4 in the morning in so much discomfort that I cried. I’m not sure what’s going on. I looked up the symptoms and it looks like I might be having sciatica. We’ll figure this out when I get home, I guess. Not looking forward to that process. My faith in doctors being able to tell me what is actually happening with my body is somewhere between zero and forget-it-about.

Still, after this I’m off for a walk/jog around the resort and take more photos. Lying around won’t make me feel any better!

Update: It looks like the leg pain might have been due to altitude. Keeping fingers crossed it doesn’t come back.

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2 Responses to “Pain, and Foul Language in Colorado”

Comrade Kevin on July 26th, 2007 11:16 am

The question, of course, is the impact that profanity is having upon particularly young children as well as society by in large.

Like you, I remember when LOTS of things that are kosher now were totally taboo.

I really wonder if today’s children are mentally equipped to deal with the barrage of information that comes their way. I’m not speaking specifically about the profane, but I’m just talking about the access of information.

Things zip along at such a fast clip these days. We are inundated with images at a seemingly faster and faster pace. For contrast, look at a television broadcast from thirty years ago–the pacing seems plodding and painfully slow. Notice how everything on TV now is quick, quick, quick–jump cuts, hyper-fast editing: this is particularly evident in the pacing between scenes.

It makes me wonder if technology has evolved beyond our ability to be able to comprehend it. This is why I often dive for the past as a sense of solace; why I put on old movies when I want to relax, and why I avoid television as much as possible.
John on October 12th, 2007 12:45 pm

Good post about Keystone! If you want to read more news about what is happening at Keystone check out our page that monitors the latest informative and whacky news happening at the resort and surrounding areas.