We are no longer in Paradise, kids. I tried to purchase the domain name plasticparadise.com last night, and of course it was not available. It’s actually a directory of plastic items for sale! Not my kind of Plastic Paradise. So I puzzled and puzzled over P words until my puzzler was sore. I went to bed and puzzled some more. Then, some time early this morning, it came to me in a flash: Fake Plastic Fish. Say what?
Just think about all the plastic food you see in the windows of restaurants… especially Japanese restaurants. Plastic food is BIG BUSINESS, and for me it symbolizes what our plastic culture has become. The plastic food in the window often looks better than the actual food on our plates. Here’s an interesting article about the craft of plastic food making in Japan: Plastic Food To Savor With The Eyes.
In the past, fake food was made from wax, as the article explains. Nowadays, it’s made from plastic. So the fake fish on the fake sushi roll in the window of the restaurant is made from the very substance that is killing the real fish in our oceans. Isn’t it ironic?
The title is also another corruption of a great song. Instead of defiling Stevie Wonder’s “Pastime Paradise,” I’m switching to Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees.”
And finally, “fake plastic fish” is a fun phrase to say. It’s a fun image to conjure. It’s got color and texture to it, and since this blog is an extension of my web site, “Coloring The Void,” it’s appropriate as another hue on the palette, (if not the palate.)