Coffee Noir

Musings by us who muse. And stuff.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Isn't it ironic.

When you write a song about Irony, and it isn't ironic?

More to the point, the Company at which I work seems to have gotten a "Conservationist of the Year" award. I find this somewhat confusing. We are on a very large plot of land, most of which the company is not allowed to develop because its a protected conservation area. So, basically theres all this ground we have to ignore, while we keep our wanton destruction of wildlife habitat isolated to the one corner of the property.

Which means the award is really rewarding us for, well, not destroying as much nature as we might have and no more than we were allowed to.

But wait - it doesnt stop there. The Award itself is a kind of trophy - made of wood - in fact it appears to be a 30cm high trunk of some indigenous bush - most likley one of the protected species - thats had its bark stripped off and been polished and mounted on a base.

How a piece of killed tree comes to symbolise conservation boggles my mind.

2 Comments:

Blogger Vinay said...

I think that its all quite fitting. Nothing about our company and how we do things makes sense. Not to civilised people anyway. Its only fitting then that the outside world interacts with us in a manner that makes no sense either. Wonderful. There's consistency all round. Nice.

9:45 AM  
Blogger Dion said...

Hey we don't destroy the environment. We destroy lives and families!


(for those of you out there unfortunate enough to be reading this, we really do)

4:36 PM  

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