A Riff on Vending Machines

Seeing that Boing Boing posted a sighting of a vending machine for iPods got me thinking.

Last week, in the Barcelona Metro, I saw a vending machine selling paperback books. Not understanding Spanish, I could not judge whether the books represented literature (haut cuisine) or Jeffrey Archer (fast food trash). I would like to believe the former.

And I remember a few years ago in the neighbourhood was a vending machine selling bunches of flowers (only in Holland?). Alas, long since gone the way of me-tooism – the beige-coloured global culture that I sometimes think I’m drowning in.