Today I bought a gift and had it wrapped. I wasn't shown any wrapping paper, just asked to choose between red, blue, ivory and something else (my memory fails me).

It reminded me a lot of being on an airplane and being asked beef or chicken. For someone like me, who eats anything that's cooked well, that question means nothing. I'd rather be told what the sauce is (BBQ or teryaki), or how it's cooked (boiled or grilled) of what cuisine (french or japanese) than "beef or chicken." It's like walking into an art gallery and having the salesman ask you "oil or acrylic."

The ivory had pineapples on it. I was not properly prepared.

I enjoyed that chunk of everyday modern culture.
It is the world we live in, created by the people we used to respect.
Ok, so that may be bullshit but you are getting at something there.
I am starting a section on my (in the middle of being re-built) site based around ponderings/discoveries of modern life and me.
Not ready for the public yet though.

Nick

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