a rose is a rose is a rose, or is it?
2 weeks ago i walked to the train in my sleepy quaint suburban town. I stopped dead in my tracks because i saw a dominos delivery vehicle. i wasn't stopping dead in tracks because of dominios, they, like starbucks and dunkin donuts have invaded every town's infrastructure like the blob or body snatchers... generica is on the prowl....
anyway, i stopped because that vehicle was a jaguar. probably early 90's. i thought to myself, it's time to find a more realistic environment where inferior pizza (but isn't all pizza inferior to that in metropolis) is delivered by cars that don't have sting as a salesman.
i suppose it could have been a bentley. (shudder)
a car is a car right? it can deliver pizza just as well as a yugo, right? why do i find that a cheap car is more acceptable to deliver inferior cheap pizza than an expensive one. i suppose one could argue that jaguars are sucky cars... so it is fitting they deliver sucky pizza ... i can't decide why i feel that the jag as delivery vehicle is inappropriate. i am sure it comes from some weird upbringing skeleton in my closet that is part of what makes me a classist bitch. even more so since i was wrong side of the tracks pushing into old money territory. so maybe to old money, this is totally fine. to me it seems a jag should not be used as a pizza delivery device, even really good pizza... and then the other part of me says again, what does it matter a car is a car right?
i can see i am not getting anywhere with myself on this one.
could it be sour graping because i am not buying in quaint norman rockwell but somewhere with a lower quaint quotient. cheaper and had central air... but not cute pompous main street. hmmm. this has very little to do with cars i think. gee i'm glad my therapist is back from vacation.
the other sign of the apocolypse ... burger king is taking credit cards. i have no idea if this is system wide, all fast food everywhere, or just at this one franchise in my corner of the universe. let's not go to why i was at a burger king.... it's a long story.
i suppose credit is a way of life. as i prepare to plunge into 30 years of debt (at least with a rate locked in before greenspan did what he said he would) cash on the barrel has been much more appealing.
and then there's this whole economy of gifts, versus barter versus cash that's floating around in my head. and that's kicked up because of burningman. but nothing is fully cooked on that yet, so i'll let it go.
new treo arrived today. good thing. the lid of my current baby has come off completely. for some reason it still works with a headset. i'm ok with that.
ok, to bed. to bed.
anyway, i stopped because that vehicle was a jaguar. probably early 90's. i thought to myself, it's time to find a more realistic environment where inferior pizza (but isn't all pizza inferior to that in metropolis) is delivered by cars that don't have sting as a salesman.
i suppose it could have been a bentley. (shudder)
a car is a car right? it can deliver pizza just as well as a yugo, right? why do i find that a cheap car is more acceptable to deliver inferior cheap pizza than an expensive one. i suppose one could argue that jaguars are sucky cars... so it is fitting they deliver sucky pizza ... i can't decide why i feel that the jag as delivery vehicle is inappropriate. i am sure it comes from some weird upbringing skeleton in my closet that is part of what makes me a classist bitch. even more so since i was wrong side of the tracks pushing into old money territory. so maybe to old money, this is totally fine. to me it seems a jag should not be used as a pizza delivery device, even really good pizza... and then the other part of me says again, what does it matter a car is a car right?
i can see i am not getting anywhere with myself on this one.
could it be sour graping because i am not buying in quaint norman rockwell but somewhere with a lower quaint quotient. cheaper and had central air... but not cute pompous main street. hmmm. this has very little to do with cars i think. gee i'm glad my therapist is back from vacation.
the other sign of the apocolypse ... burger king is taking credit cards. i have no idea if this is system wide, all fast food everywhere, or just at this one franchise in my corner of the universe. let's not go to why i was at a burger king.... it's a long story.
i suppose credit is a way of life. as i prepare to plunge into 30 years of debt (at least with a rate locked in before greenspan did what he said he would) cash on the barrel has been much more appealing.
and then there's this whole economy of gifts, versus barter versus cash that's floating around in my head. and that's kicked up because of burningman. but nothing is fully cooked on that yet, so i'll let it go.
new treo arrived today. good thing. the lid of my current baby has come off completely. for some reason it still works with a headset. i'm ok with that.
ok, to bed. to bed.