Hi, I’m just hanging out on the couch. What’s up?
… I can’t hear you, let me put my antenna up.
Oh hai! I can hear you much clearer now
I know there is nothing in the refrigerator that I can just pull out and snack on. I know the contents of my refrigerator, it’s emblazoned on my mind. I don’t know if I’m expecting something to catch my eye. I’m not physically hungry, yet every time I walk into the kitchen I open the refrigerator door.
There’s an odd satisfaction or sense of fulfillment that I get from opening the door. My adopted lebanese grandmother – God rest her – had worry beads (Ø³Ø¨ØØ©) and she was able to massage all of her unwanted juju into the surface of agate beads. I’ve come to the realization that the refrigerator door handle is the husky boy’s worry beads. I don’t have to eat, I don’t have to cook, I just grab the door handle; when it feels right… food.
The endless eponymous endowments of enterprises that can’t support themselves as an effective efficient entity is enervating. Corporate sponsorships have become the norm for new projects and is becoming the nutritive for ailing companies. Fine, I’ll flout companies who accept sponsorship from companies that have similar mission statements (I hate myself for using the jargon), but some are just laughable. Alltell, Busch, and Comerica Park/Stadium, Hasbro Children’s Hospital, okay… hell I’m accepting that HMOs and Insurance companies slapping their names on the companies they are pinching.
Apropos of what seems to be sheer proximity, Abercrombie & Fitch donated to $10 million to a local hospital whereby a niggling coalition is trying to prevent the naming of public facilities. Though the director of the hospital claims that his hospital is not in the business of naming rights, a new facility will have a lobby named after “Limited Too” and “Justice”. Tasteless as it may seem, I don’t think I’d mind terribly if there was a shirtless man vamping the entrance where emergency services wheel in the gored, the diseased, the hypochondriacs… so long as the “AF” on the wall means Aegrus/Fanum.
Link to the NY Times Article [link] via CommercialAlert [link]