Mr. Sandman's Sandbox

The musings of a Deaf Californian on life, politics, religion, sex, and other unmentionables. This blog is not guaranteed to lead to bon mots appropriate for dinner-table conversation; make of it what you will.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Norwegian Wood

Normally I eschew paying for sex; after all, I'm a red-blooded married American male, with a fantastic wife who is good to me. What more could I ask for? But I saw this article today, and it got me intrigued. For years, I've bewailed the fact that the right-wing fanatics in this country have made "environment" and "environmental" dirty words, and that most Americans seemingly have their heads in the sand when it comes to the world we inhabit. I've wondered how organizations like the Sierra Club could best market the message that we have but one planet, and we don't get a second shot at taking care of it. These enterprising Norwegians have taken a proven commodity (SEX SELLS) and yoked it to eco-preservation. I don't know if it'll fly, but the fact that they've merited some media attention means they must be doing something right. I'm half tempted to sign up, just to advance the concept a bit more. After all, if a nation of porn addicts are going to sate their lust online, why not achieve a worthy end result, such as saving good ol' Earth?

I once had a girl,
Or should I say
She once had me.
She showed me her room,
Isn’t it good?
Norwegian wood...