I kind of wonder if Google just knows me too well or something. I hardly expected to be confronted with food in my image search for today’s words. There was a picture of a painting of a lady the artist described as grotesquely fat, as well as a truly hideous shot of really ugly brightly colored carpet, purportedly from a Las Vegas casino floor. Perhaps it was magnanimous of me to choose instead this skillet full of onions, celery and mushrooms which Roberta used in a bacon spam omelet. (Or perhaps that should be a bacon-flavored SPAM omelet.) But how can I confront spam?
I remember years ago when my late huzband Joel and I visited Hawaii– where SPAM is very popular– I ate “SPAM musubi”. It looked like sushi with the green sea weed wrapper and the middle of sticky rice, but rather than raw fish it was wrapped around a piece of fried SPAM. I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I quite liked it. Other times I have been much less than thrilled to be served SPAM. You can visit that link to read about a previous musing I wrote on this topic. Given that almost no one ever thinks of himself as a spammer, but many message recipients feel that they have received spam, confronting spam is never easy.
I certainly suppose that one could argue that spam communications are grotesque. They can certainly be a pain in the neck if one is trying to use something like e-mail. And I do know from experience what a challenge it can be to respond magnanimously to a spammer, whose very message is by definition one of confrontation. When I was a young boy, I somehow thought that I would grow up one day to be wise. But today, I feel only old and find that I often am still asking questions which I can not answer. And the only thing I’m certain of is that I would really like to eat Roberta’s omelet. (And that this will not happen today.)
My thanks to Teri Gidwitz for suggesting today’s words.