cyber snacks

I have been thinking about this post since the super bowl. The Black Eyes Peas came onto the stage. They walked onto the stage in nicely designed, flashy costumes and dancers covered in twinkling lights.  Looking forward to their performance, I skipped the third run to the table of food I tuned in my ears and I waited. As soon as they began to sing I cringed. They all sang like a hopeful group of middle school students at a summer camp (with a damn fine budget). I was impressed by the groups artistic ideas but some how out of the studio the music was missing the flavor.
Flavor like Pancho Sanchez in front of his bongos or Miles Davis on his horn, or Joni Mitchell belting out a heart break. You know that feeling where you become transported by the beauty of a skill, a skill that has been honed so finely, you feel honored if only to be a witness.

The next time I thought about this was in an interview for NPR with a tennis pro. The interviewer talked to her about her game, and her famous grunt during play. At the end of the interview the interviewer asked Monica Selus if she played Wi tennis. Her reply was divine, she said I don't eat fake food why would I play fake tennis.
Despite our advances in technology there still is some magic in the real touchable, tangible, hugible world.