There are some days when Radio Times is like a Dunkin’ Donuts at 5AM, filled with old people talking slowly, with pauses as long and dense as passages from Proust, where conversational tumbleweeds blow. When discussions about the late, great Andrew Wyeth do the man a disservice by literally bringing out the dead. When art instructors wait on hold, desperate to finally opine on something that even one student in years and years of art classes has not wanted to discuss. When the sound of everyone talking forms a giant space lullaby and we all rest upon the feathers of words that do nothing, that tell us nothing; when people who should never talk on the radio do just that, their “uhhhhhh’s” and nervous pauses padding the radio waves with sweet, safe nothingness.

Today is one of those days.

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 22nd, 2009 at 12:54 pm.