Despite the label
On the counter, a small bunch of bananas… no blackening of the peels, so I don’t have to perform the conversion into banana bread just yet. In fact, maybe I’ll get my daily source of potassium and other stuff, just by eating one. They were bound with a blue and white plastic garland, with the intriguing text “Organic Biologique”. And so, I’ve eaten one, peeled of course, and it tasted just like a “banana”. Which leads me to wonder how much extra I paid for the label.
A lot of stuff like that. What used to be food is now marketed to me as somehow special. And I wonder: if this is that, then what was that, before the market people got into every aspect of our daily lives.
Little matter. I spent another ambitious afternoon moving boxes up and down in my own private warehouse. Checking the contents against a mental manifest; there are things that are still missing after the big move. I mean, I know that I didn’t discard specific cables for my radio station, as an example. And yet, in the absence, I’ll have to find a vendor that stocks such things (without requiring a six week transit from the other side of the planet). A puzzle, nevertheless.
I also moved some musical stuff from up to down. After all, if I don’t see it, I can’t play with it. Time to drag out the concertina and the low whistle and the psaltery. Perhaps my first musical production will attract attention solely on the eclectic nature of the instrument list.
