March 20, 2005
Prelude
I want to begin by recommending you all stop and smell the flowers. No, not for some lame cliche reason to do with taking time to enjoy the world around you, blah, blah, but instead because on the one hand you never know what they will smell like and on the other hand you never know when they might be gone.
Seriously, you have no idea what they might smell like. I mean, at work last week V and I went for a walk. And we stopped at a blossoming tree, intending to admire it, only to find it smelled like ashes. Yum!
Further along, we happened upon more flowers which in turn smelled like corn tacos (not with all the meat parts, just the shell), poo, and grape bubble gum. Now I am not hesitant to admit to working for a manifestation of the man, but even corporate America should be able to keep something as basic as their flora somewhat natural, you would think. Apparently not in this case.
However, upon making this discovery and being baffled by the olfactory experiences of our jaunt, it was even more shocking that all evidence of this mutant vegitation was gone the very next day, under the guise of redoing the landscaping. Hmmmm, someone did not want the secret to get out, it would appear.
I don't know. You really hope you can go through your day with things like flowers remaining pleasant and beyond the stenches of our highly manufactured lives, but so it goes. Man, that is some seriously disturbing stuff.
Posted by fer at March 20, 2005 11:41 PM