Sometimes, in the employee kitchen, when I'm surrounded by the dairy caxes full of Bill-supplied free beverages, I have to wonder if maybe Microsoft's corporate zest for recycling aliminuim, plastic, and paper is perhaps a sublimation of the staff's hidden desire for immortality. Or maybe this whole Bill thing is actually the subconscious manufacture of God.
I noticed that on TV, all of these "moments"
are sponsored by corporations, as in, "This touchdown brought to you
by the brewers of Bud Lite," or "This nostalgic flashback was brought
to you by the proud makers of Kraft's family of fine foods."
I told Karla, "I'm no sci-fi buff, but
doesn't this seem like a dangerous way to be messing with the structure
of time - allowing the corporate realm to invade the private?
Karla told me about how the city of Atlanta
was tampering with the idea of naming streets are corporations in return
for paying for the maintenance of infrastructure: "Folgers Avenue; Royal
Jordanian Airlines Boulevard; Tru-Valu Road."
"Well," I said, "streets have to get names
somehow.
The surnames Smith, Brown and Johnson probably looked pretty weird when
they first started, too."
Karla said, "I think that in the future,
clocks won't sat three o'clock anymore. They'll just get right to
the point and call three o'clock, 'Pepsi.'"