tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903790326524464926.post6786116937564262708..comments2023-09-24T14:04:22.128-07:00Comments on Tone Deaf in Thailand: Too Much With Us, Late and SoonJanet Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15213363229927571063noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903790326524464926.post-44064443567320770542014-08-16T09:07:28.148-07:002014-08-16T09:07:28.148-07:00Hate instant oatmeal--love your analogy!Hate instant oatmeal--love your analogy!Janet Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15213363229927571063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903790326524464926.post-39210269900471309072014-08-16T01:05:18.823-07:002014-08-16T01:05:18.823-07:00Cool is not accurate. Right on would be a better ...Cool is not accurate. Right on would be a better heading. I've been feeling for some time that all our instant access to horror is even more morally numbing than the small time lag of television. It becomes overwhelming in a NY minute because it's so HUGE. One horror you could get involved in protesting on an intense level.... a multitude available in an instant is simply oppressive. Clicking "Like", posting on FB, forwarding.....even donating .. may feel good but also feels powerless in the end. Like voting, it's a thing I do but don't invest much hope in. Like instant oatmeal - it lacks texture .Sherryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14878550664246835422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903790326524464926.post-76999907436206156312014-07-30T09:15:35.669-07:002014-07-30T09:15:35.669-07:00Oh Nicki, I do believe it matters but not if we fl...Oh Nicki, I do believe it matters but not if we flash our caring on and off in soundbites of concern--here this minute, gone the next.Janet Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00725119277902212530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7903790326524464926.post-29235233297465769602014-07-29T10:34:31.177-07:002014-07-29T10:34:31.177-07:00My experience of the Vietnam War was in two parts....My experience of the Vietnam War was in two parts. Until September 1971, the war was all around me. We watched it every night on TV. We discussed and raged; I cried and sang anti-war songs.<br /><br />Then we moved to the Philippines. We were closer to Vietnam, but the war seemed to move farther away. It became a paragraph at the bottom of the page in the local newspaper. Our international friends commented and went on to other subjects. <br /><br />I feel obligated to keep up and care, but sometimes I wonder what difference it makes.Nicki Chenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12138159982512474109noreply@blogger.com