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“Nielsen figures show that an American child today is born into a home in which telvision is on an average of more than 7 hours a day. For the first time in human history, most of the stories about people, life, and values are told not by parents, schools, churches, or others in the community who have something to tell, but by a group of distant conglomerates that have something to sell.” — George Gerbner from Television Violence: At a Time of Turmoil and Terror.

I love my major. It makes me truly happy because it is dynamic and challenges me in ways that simultaneously engage and interest me.

I hate mass media. It makes me terrified in ways that are dynamic and chills me in ways that simultaneously enrage and infuriate me.

I am writing this message to you on a form of mass communication. That fact, in an of itself, is why I have hope. Because I can, with the push of a button share something with the entire civilized world, there is still hope for individual ideas to become pandemic.

There’s comfort that lives in the hope of artistically salvational epidemics.

I, for one, am praying to come down with the sniffles quite soon…