The idea that there could ever not be news is ridiculous to me. How could there not be news? My world requires news all the time, every hour of every day. Every time I click the refresh button there is more news and I enjoy a brief endorphin rush before beginning my feverish clicking through the Internet once more.
Sometimes, however, nothing interesting is happening, even if we can’t quite bring ourselves to admit it. On this day, 82 years ago, the BBC just came right out and said it on the evening news. “There is no news today,” they announced. Piano music followed.
April 18, 1930 should give today’s blog-fixated world pause. Today, we troll the entire planet for news and not just one single quixotic island nation, and so there’s more to talk about. Also, there’s a lot more of us doing things. But it’s not always relevant to our own lives. Some days piano music is just a better option.
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