Today was an interesting day in that we
finally admitted we live in a bubble.
There's been quite a bit of discussion
about bubbles. Now Glinda arrived in a bubble so I am a bit torn
here. (Glinda being the Good Witch of the South). There are many
aspects to this whole bubble thing.
Our admission was because we were the
only ones in the movie audience who did not applaud LaLaLand when it
was finished. There were three of us and we just could not get that
excited about it. It was obvious from the surrounding group along
with critical and friends' reviews that we were definitely
bubbleized.
Now we remember The Boy In The Bubble
and how heroically he strove to emulate Pinocchio and be a real boy.
Paul Simon memorialized him in song and perhaps we grew a little more
accustomed to the bubble effect.
Then there are those economic bubbles.
NASDAQ defines it as: A
market phenomenon characterized by surges in asset prices to levels
significantly above the fundamental value of that asset. Bubbles are
often hard to detect in real time because there is disagreement over
the fundamental value of the asset.
So what asset am I overvaluing in my
own little bubble or am I just not in real time? Real time here in
Miami Beach is regulated by ocean levels. If you haven't drowned it
must not be 2020 yet. Or the asset whose elusive value beckons will
make its appearance upon doing our taxes.
The symbol of a carefree life was once
epitomized by frolicking with a plastic loop reshaping some glycerin
solution into soapy spheres. Was that done in real time or was Rod
Serling narrating in the background that we had lost all sense of
sight and sound and of mind?
I feel like I'm in the fifth dimension
sometimes. This is mainly because I don't get the first four.
A dangerous bubble is the one I ride in
on Miami's highways. Foolishly I think that the farthest left lane is
the passing lane and that the speed limit should be able to be
measured on the dashboard without panic setting in. Here, and perhaps
outside my bubble, lanes are considered 'opportunities' and speed
limits are casual 'suggestions'. I take my bubble with me as a
pedestrian because I need all the protection I can get.
LaLaLand was just a movie but this
bubble thing is disturbing.
And they represented our wonderful
future.
So I guess I will now try to shop for
bubble accessories. Or perhaps I can convince the powers-that-be that
my bubble is a service bubble and that I need it wherever I go.
Well, we know where
we're goin'
But we don't know where
we've been
And we know what we're
knowin'
But we can't say what
we've seen
And we're not little
children
And we know what we
want
And the future is
certain
Give us time to work it
out
We're on a road to
nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to
nowhere
We'll take that ride
Talking Heads
Road to Nowhere
