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 January 1999Another blank sheet of hyper-paper, or another photon-free slate. Another chance for me to vent my spleen, my intestines, and whichever other body parts I may care to vent (although I've gotten much more polite about which parts I choose to vent in public since I was 3 or 4). Another chance to be silly. I really wish I could. I mean, like, I *could* sit here and juggle words in such a way as to dazzle and astound the masses. Maybe it's the exams that I've just finished that are getting to me, but I feel sometimes like the page is there, and I'm here, and you're there, and we're here, and they're there, and in some sense somebody is somethinging somewhere, but that's neither here nor there. What I really want to say is, what I really want to say is, today's topic is tortilla chips. Really. Have you ever considered the implications of tortilla chip consumption on the hegemonical influence of the super-corporations? I mean, if all of us were to all-of-a-sudden give up our tortilla chips, for Epiphany or something, would this perhaps have some deep impact? I think so. For instance, we wouldn't have as much tortilla advertising, and would thus be spared of much corny advertising. We would be able to grasp a kernel of truth in the remnant of the advertising that remained, and shuck it all. Not only that, but the decline in tortilla consumption would cause a secondary increase in potato chip sales. This, to me, is the morally superior option. Never mind that I myself am a tortilla afficionado, or at least was in my pre- corn-hating days. And it's not even, really that I hate corn. Or that I even pretend to hate corn. Just corn makes me very sick. As does corny humour. I'm wondering, really, if it's possible to be allergic to bad jokes. That could explain why I'm always sick. Or it could at least explain this drivel that I have the privilege of writing, and YOU have the privilege of reading. So, basically, what it all comes down to, my friend, is that everything's gonna be quite alright. Cuz I've got one hand in my pocket, and the other hand's in a big bag of tortillas. Or a reasonable facsimile. There's a percentage in there somewhere, but that will have to wait until I take sampling theory next semester. Lost yet? Just wait until next month. "I'll be back, when the day is new, and I'll have more ideas for you. You'll have things you'll want to talk about, and I will too." (Fred Rogers) |