Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
We Thought Of Just Making A Pie
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
Salon's building holds an annual Halloween contest. Each floor receives a pumpkin, and people carve the pumpkins and submit their art for public display. Each employee who works in the building votes for a pumpkin that belongs to a floor that is not her own. Winning pumpkins get prizes.
This is the first attempt I have seen, in five months of working here, to build any sort of building spirit or interfloor rivalries/camaraderie. One wonders about Christmas.
The entries this year include a pumpkin vase that holds many pretty flowers, a Barbie-and-pumpkin Cinderella carriage, a glowing twirlable photo-holder, and a jack-o-lantern with a gun and entry hole on one side and a large exit hole and spilled pulp on the other.
The hands-down star of the exhibit: a large carboard poster showed a bodybuilder's body, with a hole for the pumpkin-head, carved to look like Schwarzenegger's head. The bodybuilder held up California and a soundtrack loop rambled in an Austrian accent about the American people and the flaws of the other pumpkins. It won.
