In honor of Blog Action Day, we're supposed to post something related to environmental awareness. Hmm. OK, maybe I have something: How about reducing the portion sizes in American restaurants? They're quite extraordinarily large. Think about it: Foodstuffs last longer, people consume less calories, requiring fewer fossil fuels to heat, cool, and move our fat asses around.
Flippant as that sounds, I'm half serious. It's not the most technically impressive or imaginative solution, but it just might work. One might argue that people should be responsible enough to exercise self-control and not consume entire portions if they don't want to. Free will arguments aside, evolutionary conditioning makes the thought of passing on extra calories seem about as natural as willingly walking off of a cliff.
We save fuel, the population trims down, no more guilt complex over body image, decreased depression, increased productivity... So there are medical and economic benefits in addition to environmental ones. Shiny.
Enough changing the world. Before getting on to the main attraction—cursing A.—I was pleased to discover Led Zeppelin is about to make its catalog available digitally, online. I'm a little baffled, though, by the revelation that its songs will be available "first as ringtones and similar mobile features". After holding out for so long, and being so stingy about licensing its songs for films and TV shows (that—what was it?—Cadillac commercial, or whatever, notwithstanding), their big digital debut will come in the form of a freaking ringtone?!? What does that say about technology, and both its effect on and place in modern society? Maybe it won't seem so bizarre to anyone else, or to future scholars who will be in better position to make sense our our era than I could ever hope to be.
It's just, everything about Zeppelin was so big, so heavy... Maybe cell phones are heavy, and I'm just too dense to appreciate that. (Perhaps if they were available on the iPhone, I could buy it, but they're debuting on Verizon, initially.)
OK, the moment you've all been anticipating: A., you bastard. Finally, you wore me down. It arrives this week. A curse on both your houses. (I know you only have one at the moment; I'm counting your next one, too.) Bastard.
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