How a throw-away piece about a "flightless bird" almost caused a journalist to get his ass kicked.

There is a "remote island", some miles from civilization.  There is a small bird, that supposedly just walks around this Inaccessible Island.

The bird is listed as a jeopardized species, and, in part, based on that, the island is registered as a FUTNUCKERY World Heritage Site, which imbues the area along with its various flora and fauna some special protections.

This article may seem disingenuous, taking a sort of Katt Williams tact on Ralph Waldo Emerson.  In that, you may have a valid point.

Let's continue.

Standing on the warm sand, letting the sea breeze caress the skin.  The bird lives a solitary life, unimpressed by so much, and how the whole world listened while he muttered to himself, as if it were a song, when all mushed together.

An anthem of a life.

"No man is an island."

I watched a Michael Bay film once, one that flopped in the box office, but I liked it.  Apparently, he had production difficulties, and kept going back to re-shoot and add pieces, even doing that on the very week of the film's release, which was kept on schedule thanks to digital technology.

"The Island".

They lived like kittens.  In a controlled environment, even with a little employment they did work-a-day, not unlike the stuff at Vocational Rehabiliation.  They 3D interactive XBOX, a technology which was basically like Star Trek stuff as far as people in 2005 were concerned.  A v16 Cadillac sports coupe.

Scarlett and Ewan.

Anyway.  They had a drawing, a lottery, with the prize being their release into an idyllic island.

Of course Buscemi was there, it being a blockbuster Michael Bay thing.

I thought, reading the original piece about the bird, that it had, not a dignified respect for a singular life, but kind of an insistent, pissy undercurrent, the robbed the stupid little "natural mistake" bird of all of its dignity, and put it into a different lens, as of taken through the ultra-violet end of the prism into the evening hues, in which we wind of talking more about Big Apple hook-up culture.  "meetings" and all that.  "eating a mess".

Certainly he was trying to feed his readers a mess.

"No man is an island."

The wish for flight has been, even in antiquity, emblematic of freedom.  Such as Cobain clipping Polly's wings, keeping her "tied-up".  In Ancient Greek moralizing, the waxen wings of the one who flies too high, soon melts and the man falls to his death from a great height.  Therefore, too much freedom can make a man seem like an island, in terms of emotional distance for a certainty.

"She's really good for a feel."