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Big Blue Ball...

2007-08-05

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Every time I think about it, I get a feeling of joy and trepidation.

Every time I venture out into it's beauty, I question whether it will be as wonderful fifty years from now, or a hundred.

It seems to spin faster every day.

I wonder how it can't be enough for some people who dream of and pray for and, in fact, expect a better one in another life.

The bounty it offers is as infinite as our combined abilities to make use of it that need only be tempered with a sense of responsibility regarding how we make use of it.

Went into a Target last week and saw twenty-two models of vacuum cleaners. Why?

I see that we've crossed the two hundred and fifty mark for automobile models currently available for sale in this country alone. Why?

Yesterday I walked down the bakery isle in the supermarket and counted seventeen different manufacturers represented in just the prepackaged-packaged stuff. Hell, there were ten different choices for plain old hot-dog buns.

I bought a CD a couple of weeks ago that took me ten minutes to open, and then I threw away the tough plastic packaging that was FOUR times bigger than the CD itself. I had a similar experience the very next day when I bought ink cartridges, and again just the day before yesterday when purchasing, of all things, a roller ball pen. The pen I actually damaged a little as I extricated it from its stubborn anti-theft packaging.

I believe in the availability of choices when buying products, but things are getting crazy. Did I mention in this blog a few weeks ago about my counting the number of styles of pens available at an Office Depot a few weeks ago as I waited for a few copies of my novel to be copied for submitting to publishers? -I forget the exact number now, but I THINK it was 586. I'm not kidding. -And I'm not talking about markers, or pencils, or artists' tools. I'm talking pens. Ballpoint, roller-ball and gel - the new kids on the block. Hell, I'm not even counting fountain pens, of which I don't remember seeing any. Do they still make'em?

When is enough enough? Ever?

I know, I'll be branded a socialist or worse for even voicing these concerns, but for God's sake, how can we claim that starvation is a problem that can't be solved when I personally had eight different choices of which style baguette I wanted with my sliced turkey, (of which I chose from nine distinct varieties at the deli-counter.)

I chose a sourdough brioche baguette and a heavenly lightly smoked mesquite turkey - after sampling it and the touch-of-honey...


Be good to everyone.

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