Let us discuss the state of the bands. Not the ones that hit the stage and make noise or music respectively defined by your otitic makeup. Rather those that are available in myriad hues and sizes and shapes and are designed to advertise your allegiance to a non profit, collective euphoria over capitalism or are just plain non sensical latex extrusions that had to find a place other than the local garbage dump.
Of course I refer to the mass hysetria over wearing colored affiliation defining bands around your wrists. There seems to be a craze going on in America (not sure I have seen it around the world yet, although there are metallic and other fabric based incarnations galore on the Indian subcontinent wandering wrists - materials for another blog) that leads otherwise sensible minded folk to don or adorn themselves with these plug ugly rubber bands.
Silly bands brought the craze to an all time capitalistic high where people ranging from new borns to those of advanced age found themselves wearing them in varying volumes. These competed for attention with all those charities including the likes of one run by a former cyclist who attained all manners of noteriety recently. Now having decided to dump that foundation he has put all the yellow band toters in a quandary. What pray do we do with these goofy bands? Perhaps find a V-shaped piece of wood and combine it to ply the craft of hurting the offending cyclist with a sling shot.
Cancer and a number of crafty ailments that plague modern civilizations have all found a voice in the rubber band. Pink, Red, Black and Blue they are everywhere and taking on proportions beyond comprehension.
There is a special chartruese one for the Go Green or Go Home folks. If this color rainbow does not make you crazy like a Bandit then perhaps you ought to join a band - a real Band.
It is said that opposites attract meaning people with contrary viewpoint sometimes find chemistry to be together. But I'm referring to a modern twist where people are merely attracted towards a common place because their uber communication device aka smart phone is about to die. The charging station. From airports to hotel lobbies or even bathrooms, when in need they are attracted to this power outlet like moths to a flame or a junkie to a needle. A whole new business of supplying these hyper connected folks is now born whose lifesaver product is a backup charge. Asian tourists perpetually carry a phone sized battery pack stuck to their latest Apple phone updating their status to folks in Hong Kong or Shanghai or Bangalore as they pose for selfies with weird facial expressions and fingers pointed out in a letter V. Vain? PS: I dis'charged' my blogger duties making this insightful observation as my phone is about to breathe it's last and my flight gets call...
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