The Rocky Mountain Goat office got a media package from their friends in the Trans Mountain Pipeline media team last week. A letter explaining how they’re making it easier for media to access information accompanied three sets of nifty sunglasses (made, probably, from petroleum products as most plastics are).
I haven’t been able to bring myself to wear these shades yet, despite needing a pair and having to constantly squint against the bright sun reflecting off the glaciers and snow-peaked mountains. As I pondered the appropriate context to receive this gift in, another story came to mind.
Recently, the newly hired associate editor of RMG news received an email from the Trans Morgan public engagement team. She was a select invite to attend an information gathering session at the local Best Western. Clad in matching green velvet blazers, the lucky 12 invitees were fed a buffet dinner, with desert, before being asked for their input. The associate editor wrote an editorial on the meeting, noting that any information they asked for was framed for them in appropriate forms of response. One of the TM employees at the meeting confirmed that what they were looking for was “categorical comments” to provide “high level information” to those with a vested interest in the pipeline project.
And then it hit me. The perfect context to receive this gift in was to produce images like the one on this post. My only lament is that I couldn’t find a fresher, steamier pile of shit.