Long ovetdue: All the artistic excitement within me sort-a died with David Bowie. I think he was the only true talent, and the first to introy esthetics, surrealism, and many things yet not fathomed onto the ragtag world of modern music.
I quit being inventive in English. Instead, I started new creative pastimes, in French and Hebrew. I saw no more use for Twitter and mindless social-photo apps, and started YouTube updates for my friends and ex-coworkers in France and the kibbutz. But they should not mix with the English world. Which is being made stupid and politically confused by American-British smartphone addicts. Their selfie-driven world, their petty images, their infantile stream of consciousness, now minus Bowie, is a HUGE sensuality killah for my mommy world.
And I'm keeping my YouTube presence very separate from this blog.