rocks for sale?

A few weekends ago, when my reclaimed bicycle was first ready, part of my inaugural ride included a trip out to the Ikea in Red Hook.  On my way through the store to check out, I stumbled across some shocking merchandise: rocks. Yes, rocks. A little bag full of small, polished, homogenous rocks. Not only would that purchase, no matter how cheap, be a gross waste of money (because, oh, rocks are only EVERYWHERE), but it's an egregious exploitation of the earth.  It's analogous to companies putting water in a bottle, and selling it as if it was anything different than what comes out of your sink. Rocks are rocks, and you don't need Ikea to entice you to buy them.  

And, injustice to nature aside (thank you, Majora Carter), would you really want all the rocks in your potted plant looking like cardboard cutouts? I think not, you consumerism harlot. Rocks are not supposed to look the same, and you wouldn't be fooling anyone with your store-bought eco-sin.

Photo courtesy of Nicholas Whitaker.