Spam as Spiritual Practice
October 11, 2008
They come to me daily. They are as predictable as waves, As plentiful as rain. They are spam and as far as I know there is no singular form for the word.
They are the first thing I see when I start my workday. Most prevalent and creative are the exhortations for organ enhancements. Ah, had I a penis I doubt that I would send money across the internet to a snake oil cybersalesman. But – some poor soul obviously does.
Next come the offers of cheap Canadian drugs followed closely by the demands to re-fi my non-existent house regardless of whether I actually have any means of income. (No credit. No job. No problem!). Then – the off-market softwares, the porn, and once, inexplicably, a dating service intended exclusively for Christian singles.
