August 27, 2008
Many, many moons ago, I acquired a pair of knee-high fringed moccasins. Though I wore them very rarely, I held onto them for some reason. Perhaps they were expensive? Perhaps I just can’t get rid of anything?
In any case, you cannot imagine my deep satisfaction when I discovered that (a) knee-high fringed moccasins are fashionable again, and (b) my old ones fit my daughter. Once in awhile, pack-rattery pays off!
August 28th, 2008 at 12:02 am
Conversationally related, I was thinking about the loss to far future generations, and contemplating the economics of our culture(s) not having burial goods. Is it a mistake to not enable our pack rat, by celebrating with vaults filled with funeral goods. Even our monster trash production is picked and scavanged, depriving the distant future of archeology thrills. …dozens of release party tee shirts (enough for a good mummy package I think, a couple tokens of VC investments in places I worked, some unique art forms….some returnable bottles and cans to show cultural uniformity….a TV set, a Palm PDA… obsolete software and media formats…
August 28th, 2008 at 10:18 am
Funny you should say that. I’ve been reading a bit about the medieval-era Scandinavians (turns out “viking” is a verb, not a proper noun!) and basically everything we know about how they lived is based on burial goods. Which no doubt gives a distorted picture, but it’s what we’ve got.
August 28th, 2008 at 9:15 pm
…ummm. another direction for aspiring to look richer than we are… special no decay Tiffany’s and Chanel labels…terracotta Cadillac’s. I really think there could be a market for life sized ceramic vehicles, esp. in these expensive gas times of morning.
From our somewhat more egalitarian wealth distributions, we can really confuse the future, were we rich, or just wage slaves.
Applying a useless rationality, we can make special regulations so that tombs can second as levee’s and dike’s to hold back the rising sea.
August 28th, 2008 at 9:21 pm
::: Satchel’s brain explodes :::