Actuality
Before watching the entirely dissapointing Be Kind, Rewind last night, I saw an ad for truTV.com where they broadcast “Not Reality. Actuality.”
Leeann and I laughed for about ten minutes. Actuality?!
I guess Reality TV has officially taken reality from us. Now we have to live in the world of actuality. I don’t even want to guess what implications this has for metaphysics.
Leeann wanted to imagine the first dissertation on actuality. I really (or wait, make that actually) don’t.
Of course Reality TV is not really real. (I mean, not actually real - though actual people are in it. They aren’t real either - would you be - if you were on a reality show? No way. Reality TV is more of a subreality or superreality. It’s either beneath real - not quite real, contrived - or it is hyperstimulated - like Project Runway, which I’ve just recently started watching, I confess. Contriviality TV - that’s what’s really happening - not “reality”. Semantics shemantics…
hyperreality? You’re sounding like Jean Bauldrillard, who said that Disneyland is the most real place in America.
But I’m too tired to really say anything at this point. It being 4 in the morning and me without a clear head in reality. I’m in sloweddown reality, that phase when you haven’t quite realized that you aren’t awake. My brain is in the gutter after finishing a chapter this night and I’m only now slowing down.
But I would like to contemplate “would I be real.” Would I…would.
And my roommmate watches entirely too much Project Runway. I got her hooked on Rock of Love and the second season of I love New York. Now New York, if anything is real, it is New York.
4 in the morning can be a time of brilliance! You are right about New York. It quiets me.