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I can't turn it off ... it's really happening.

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You don't realize it until you're struggling to make small-talk with a barber, but the world these days seems to be running solely on the fumes of giant sporting events (read: spectacles), with the media like insistent trumpets in the background, and all of us shuffling around, reconfiguring our understanding, and why we care, and constantly reforming lines of attention. First it was the Winter Olympics and then the Stanley Cup and now the FIFA World Cup is here and very, very insistent on itself, especially with all those Vuvuzela horns. Apparently, people are running out to buy Italian flags. Really?

Yes, I know, it's the game that the rest of the world plays. Fine, fine. They've been watching and following and waiting all year for this. But not here. Here we have all sorts of Spectacle-Hero Things to demand our attention. And (once again) I'm finding it very difficult to find the appropriate switch that makes me want to be included. I've got Spectacle Fatigue (Hero Fatigue, Controversy Fatigue, Parade Fatigue, Yahoo Fatigue, Right Now Fatigue). Or maybe I'm just tired. Besides, there's too many people in the gaggle already.
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  1. Susan Schwake10:18 am

    all i can say is GO GERMANY! ;)

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  2. Jeane Myers12:32 pm

    amen!

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  3. Laura1:35 pm

    amen again. sorry.

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  4. Kaz2:50 am

    Believe me, there is no switch

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  5. Lulu LaBonne7:10 am

    I got spectacle fatigue - my life has been transformed by contact lenses

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  6. Eryl8:02 am

    The switch for me was noticing the players' hair and arms, some of them have beautiful arms.

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  7. savannah8:55 am

    found y'all via lulu and all i can say is: YES! too much, too much, too much!there's a part of me that wants to just sink into my bed, pull the covers over me and hide...*sigh* maybe i need meds. xoxoxox

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  8. ColeAndJosephine10:22 pm

    I can't even find it in myself to care anymore... Who cares which tournament Visa is sponsering this week?

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  9. emma wallace10:43 pm

    Wow. I'm really out of the loop, hanging out with musicians and bookstore people - I guess I don't hear much about sports unless I'm on Twitter.

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  10. k2:35 pm

    You make a very good discussion =) I feel that way with big movies and books like Avatar and Eat Love Pray.

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