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May. 16th, 2005 02:38 pmI went pick up my now-repaired microwave. The dude processing my interac transaction told me to "move my booties," while entering in my PIN number or the system would time out if I waited too long. Or at least I decided to assume that he had said "booties" after making sure I hadn't been leaning over some important item on the counter. Hmmm.
Then I went to a computer store where EVERYTHING, I must emphasize everything was locked behind glass, except for what was behind the cashier. I gotta say that is the way to go if you are concerned about shoplifting. They didn't have the unbranded CDs I was looking for though. There was so much glass and people guarding stuff in that store it was like a futuristic store or someother somethingorother.
So there IS some fulfillment to be had by being a consumer. That's how most of my community interaction happens. I mean the random talking-pleasantly-to-strangers sort of community feelings, not those forced-on-you, eat-it-it's-good-for-you community feelings. Those "wow, you know Depeche Mode?" moments in Long & McQuade when I'm trying out keyboards, not those "support your community" flyers with all the super-local stores that I don't need the products from.
I developed a hate for the word "community" while volunteering at a community radio station. "Community" for them was edged with do-gooder socialism stuff. I was not considered part of the community we were broadcasting to. I hadn't realized that my little hometown was in fact my own community, that we are all splintered off into little tribes. Before that, the only community I considered myself a part of was a larger community, called the Human Race.
Then I went to a computer store where EVERYTHING, I must emphasize everything was locked behind glass, except for what was behind the cashier. I gotta say that is the way to go if you are concerned about shoplifting. They didn't have the unbranded CDs I was looking for though. There was so much glass and people guarding stuff in that store it was like a futuristic store or someother somethingorother.
So there IS some fulfillment to be had by being a consumer. That's how most of my community interaction happens. I mean the random talking-pleasantly-to-strangers sort of community feelings, not those forced-on-you, eat-it-it's-good-for-you community feelings. Those "wow, you know Depeche Mode?" moments in Long & McQuade when I'm trying out keyboards, not those "support your community" flyers with all the super-local stores that I don't need the products from.
I developed a hate for the word "community" while volunteering at a community radio station. "Community" for them was edged with do-gooder socialism stuff. I was not considered part of the community we were broadcasting to. I hadn't realized that my little hometown was in fact my own community, that we are all splintered off into little tribes. Before that, the only community I considered myself a part of was a larger community, called the Human Race.
