Friday, November 24, 2006
On a recent US Airlines flight, the tray tables had advertising forSplenda on them. Maybe it's just me, but seeing something on an airline tray table would not make me buy it. Unless it was an advert for some decent food that you could buy on board - but you know that's never going to happen.
There are also a number of US Carriers now accepting advertising on sick bags. That doesn't bother me, but it would bother me if I was the CEO of the company being associated with vomit.
I think the most innovative advertising approach was European budget airline Easyjet's deal with the photo chain Klick PhotoPoint, where the sick bags doubled as envelopes for film processing, but I would hate to be the film technician who opened an incorrectly-sent bag...
Whilst on the subject of travel, the other thing I noticed was the Alaska Airlines logo. It's certainly striking, and is supposed to represent an Eskimo, but to me it looks more like Tommy Lee Jones with an Afro...
Monday, November 20, 2006
The problem with riding in elevators is that everyone always tries to avoid your stare - or is it just my stare they try to avoid? They look down, They look up. They watch the floor progress indicator like it's the most interesting thing they have ever seen. And they don't have any dreaded muzak to avidly listen to, either.
I rebel against all that. You see, I am one of those "elevator talkers". I cannot ride the four floors without speaking to my travelling companion(s), even if it is just the obligatory comment about the weather.
Do they hate me for it? I am sure some do. But I am also sure that some really want to speak but just can't get up enough courage in the two floors before they get off, so I am providing them with a valuable service.
Until the day they put me in a straightjacket, that is...
Sunday, November 19, 2006
The big issue is that I always end up with a neck full of hair. Those short, shaved strands end up on my shirt collar, and they itch like crazy. It is immensely annoying. Especially if I have to spend an afternoon in the office like that. Why?
We have the technology to put men on the moon, yet no-one seems to have an invention to stop hair getting down your neck during a haircut! Tissue paper doesn't work. Towels don't work. Those rubber pads draped over your shoulders don't work. Come on! Surely there is an inventor out there somewhere who wants to solve this issue?
Whilst on the subject of hair, this weekend saw a major milestone in my life. I found my first grey hair. On my head? On my chest? No, I mean (cough please) down below, if you get my drift. I have had peppery pez on my head for the longest time. My chest is sprouting a big patch of grey grass. But there? When I saw it I had to sit down and take a deep breath.
It is official. It is all downhill from here. Next, someone will be calling me middle-aged.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Six Word Story group in Flickr. It's a pool where you post photos where the title is a six word story. For the photo here, the title was "Unread, Her Letter Remained Locked Away". I have posted several other shots to this pool.
Ernest Hemingway was once asked to compose a complete story in six words. His answer, personally felt to be his best prose ever, was"For sale: baby shoes, never used."
Being able to tell an entire story on six words is a difficult but compelling art. Wired magazine recently asked a number of writers to try composing their own six word stories. There were some excellent stories. My favourites include:
Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket.
- William Shatner
Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer?
- Eileen Gunn
Epitaph: He shouldn't have fed it.
- Brian Herbert
Osama’s time machine: President Gore concerned.
- Charles Stross
So I started looking for other signs. My glasses don't fit too well any more because the frame has stretched - could that be because of my stretching skull?
I also have a lump or knot on the back of my head - I usually joke that this is just my brains trying to escape, but maybe there is more to it? The lump does not seem to have grown - or does it? I searched WebMD in vain to find out what the lump is, but I couldn't find a thing.
So now I am wondering how long it will be before I have trouble supporting my growing box of grey matter. Will it start to become too heavy for my shoulders? Will I start to look like one of those toy dolls with oversized craniums? Will my brains start spilling out of my ears? No, that's wax, and it's tasty! Will people start staring at me in elevators? No...because they already do that.
So now I am on a noggin-watch. I need to take scale of my scalp daily. I like to think I am becoming cleverer as a result of this growth. (I am sure posts like this serve to prove that point). And no, I'm not just being big-headed about it.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Whilst in Central Park last week I came across the Wollman Skating Rink. This is surprising because a) it is one of two rinks in the park, and b) Donald Trump has managed to emblazon his logo all over it. He even has the Trump logo on the Zamboni machines which resurface the ice.
I whiled away 15 minutes watching the skaters, then another 45 minutes watching the Zamboni driver do his stuff. I am no ice skating judge, but I don't think he would have scored too highly in terms of style - he was far too random in his approach to the resurfacing job. Which got me thinking several random thoughts:
- I wonder if his performance review is based upon how well he executes his ice-resurfacing tasks?
- Does driving anti-clockwise invalidate his annual bonus?
- Where do you get training how to drive a giant kettle?
Wednesday, November 1, 2006
Blackberry is achievable, but not optimum. The strange thing is that if regular computer keyboards were adapted for thumb-typing, I would be able to work more effectively. I can thumb-type faster than an organgutan. All thanks to opposable thumbs.
Anyway, some things I noticed on my travels:
- Travelators - In an airport, it is always more satisfying to come across a Dunlop rubber travelator rather than a metal one. They give you a spring in your step and make you feel good about the world. Imagine if every pavement were made of the same stuff - the world would be a much happier place
- Taxicabs - why have I never been in a taxi where there wasn't some warning light flashing on the dashboard? Oil Level low, Fuel low, Washer Fluid low or Directional Ability low. In one recent ride as I pulled on my safety belt the driver told me I did not need to wear it. As they say in Scotland, "Aye, right"
- Pavement Portrait Artists - in pretty much every major city you will find a park with a bunch of portrait artists selling their wares and trying to tempt you to pose. My issue is that they advertise their skills with hand-drawn portraits of celebrities. Now forgive me if I am wrong, but I have never seen Madonna or Johnny Depp sitting having a portrait done outside Central Park. Or Orlando Bloom or Penelope Cruz, and definitely not James Dean (unless the tabloids are to be believed).