Disclosure

Kirk carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

DISCLOSURE

When talking of a legal brief, disclosure is usually saved for pages 12 or 13, somewhere in the back. There's always that perception of propriety of an issue...this is what they are saying... when in reality, this is what it really means!

Like when your buying a house, only to find in the disclosure that 15 people were mysteriously found murdered in the basement by an extra-terrestrial hyper-dimensional distant alien race! 

Damn it, again? Irregardless, Realtor's hate having to bring that up at the last moment before closing.

All things have disclosure, where something you see appears to be a person eating a piece of human excrement, when in reality it's delicious chocolate frosting. It's common place in the film business all the time. But it is your illusion, it's their disclosure, the image that turns people negative does it's job, advantage discloser!

Finding out that someone lip synced a concert that you just paid $250 a ticket to see is a good for instance. After your thoroughly disgusted, you can revert back to reality and say, "Hey, nobody lip syncs like she did...because compromise is all you have to save your humility...

The other day, I was eating at the NBC Commissary at Rockefeller Center here in New York.

This is a place where the suits, the producers, directors, writers, techs, artist, and actors all converge, all with different taste and appetites. This particular meal was stew, not sure what it was called, but it had cubed meat which had been micro-sliced. Looked like beef, but I recognized the distinct flavor and texture as Lamb. And so, while everyone was chowing down, I just mentioned, "Hey, great Lamb!"

I might as well have said that I found a rat in my stew, as nearly 75% of the patrons stopped eating and just looked horrified. Many finished the vegetables, some ate around the meat, and others just got up and left in disgust.

Perception, imagery, disclosure...sometimes it's best not to know.

Hmm...never did tell them about that rat I found! 

                                                                                                                 Kirk Carter

                                                                                                                 Soho, New York City