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Pic of the day: Postal propaganda. (Norwegian text: MESSENGER OF LOVE.) Messengers of love?I found it mildly ironic: The Norwegian mail company (formerly a monopoly, not sure these days) have sent all its customers a magazine with information and propaganda, as they do a few times a year. The latest has a picture of a cute mail carrier (mailwoman) on the front page and the text "Messenger of love". Uhm, I guess so, in the case of excessively chaste or even platonic love. I mean, I really enjoy getting a handwritten letter from humanoid cuties. Absolutely. The handwriting reflects the soul ... which in my case is almost illegible, inconsistent and suffering from many many years of neglect, evidently. In Norway, we don't even sign cheques or tax return forms. Anyway, yes I love pretty handwritten letters. But then again I am rather monk-like. When it comes to hot steaming lovey-doveyness, modern humans don't want to wait a week. Sorry babe. Boys and girls today want instant feedback. And that, more likely than dead trees, means Instant Messaging of love. E-mail at most. Or here in Scandinavia (not to mention Japan) "texting" on our mobile. (This entry first appeared in my LiveJournal, but without the picture.) |
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