As I mentioned in my prior blog entry, it isn't likely I will cover the Alzheimer Association International Conference live. Actually, that is okay. Last year I wrote a letter to the White House asking to attend the White house Conference on Aging--actually telling them in my letter that I was denied media access to AAIC.
How did they respond? They invited me to attend. Here I am pleased as punch. I sat in the press room with notables in the news industry and learned more in a day than I deemed possible.
The day was informative discussing social correlates of health as we age and instrumental in my abrupt pivot on the gloom and doom being peddled by the media and big pharma.
Monster in the Mind
A few years ago I started looking under the hood. I examined the data behind the headlines and realized we were being duped and fed a news cycle of fear and misinformation. I thought I was alone. But then I began reading about others.
Jean surprised me in the most beautiful way possible. She visited this website and was so endearing and supportive I am gobsmacked. I was invited to screen her documentary.
Do you see a pattern here? The only barrier to entry has been from the very society that is responsible for propagating fear. Solo digital media professionals, authors, or bloggers aren't welcome as press.
Stay-tuned for schedule of release for this beautiful and inspiring documentary. Visit the website and watch the blog for updates about release.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.