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Context is king

Friday, February 13th, 2009

Until I asked someone last week, I didn’t know who Billy Mays was. Now I do: He’s an infomercial pitchman who has seized a small corner of the zeitgeist. I wouldn’t spend further time thinking about this, but I just Stumbled across something concerning his arch-rival Vince Offer (whom I also had to Google) that makes me laugh.

Offer offers (sorry, couldn’t resist) two products: The Sham-wow (!) and the Slap Chop. In true Ron Popeil fashion, Offer bundles the latter with another product that you get free with your purchase, a mini cheese grater called The Graty. If infomercials weren’t doing so well for Offer, I’d suggest a naming consultancy. Somehow, “Slap Chop” sounds just risque enough for this end of the marketplace.

Here’s part of the spot for the Slap Chop. (And no, you don’t need to watch it all.)

OK, now think briefly about what you just saw, and then go to this page and click on any of the sound files. (All of them are great, but the one above his head is best.) Context is everything.

Winner of the Brian Wilson Award for Most Confused

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

I’d like to announce the winner of today’s Brian Wilson Award for Most Confused, and it goes to… Joaquin Phoenix.

I’m sure you’ll enjoy this clip as much as I did. Phoenix’s appearance provided David Letterman with probably the best several minutes he’s had in almost 20 years.

1 random thing you should know about the lifecycle of a fad…

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

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…by the time most people have heard of it, it’s over.

And then it’s a drag.

I first noticed this phenomenon back when there was something called the magazine industry. In particular with regard to these magazines that were called Time and Newsweek. (Are they still published?) By the time something made it onto the cover of Time or Newsweek, especially if it was one of their “cultural trend” covers, it was over.  In fact, I often wondered if it wasn’t the act of putting said cultural trend on the cover of Time or Newsweek that killed it:  “Uh-oh. Now it’s on the cover of Time or Newsweek. I am outta here.”

So it goes with the recent — and now over — Facebook phenomenon called 25 Random Things You Should Know About Me. According to Slate, the shelf life of this internet flash mob was slightly more than that of a mayfly:  about two months.

In those two months, here’s what I learned about some Friends:

  1. that one had had an earlier marriage
  2. that one wished he’d dated more when younger, but now thinks that door is closed
  3. a whole lot of favorite colors (mine is/was red)
  4. a whole lot of favorite movies (I couldn’t be bothered)
  5. a whole lot of favorite bands (this one I bit on in yet another feeble attempt to jump-start Pere Ubu’s CD sales and help pay for, well, their meals)
  6. not a whole lot that was truly interesting and memorable

I think the last item is because these “Random Things” tend to dwell in the realm of facts. And y’know, if facts were interesting to us, we’d all sit down and read the white pages of the telephone book. It’s full of facts. No, what’s interesting is stories. And stories come from conversation.

I’ve got something like 600 Facebook “Friends.” I even know some of them. I don’t think this Friend relationship is a substitute for friendship, and 25 Random Things are no replacement for a bottle of wine and some time spent together.

Whitman’s bid

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

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Former eBay CEO Meg Whitman is running for governor of California.

Given her launch, this is not a bid I think she’ll win.

First of all, I have doubts about any campaign that would allow the photograph above to be taken. I’m not sure which tortured saint she is affecting to emulate, but much as the shrinking GOP base purports to love their narrow slice of religion, they’re not so much into the suffering.  They want an action Christ to kick out the heathens and idolators and sodomites. The image above suggests someone who might, finally, be brought to say, “Please… just… don’t.” Whitman and her advisors have forgotten that the current governator was elected because he was a murderous rampaging robot. (And he then campaigned by smashing windshields with a sledgehammer. You just can’t make these things up.)

Secondly, if this piece in the LA Times is any indication, I honestly have no idea what the hell she’s talking about. And I’ve been listening to people run for office all my life, so this is saying something. She praises the governorship of Pete Wilson, but not his support of the anti-immigration initiative Proposition 187, or his having raised taxes to balance the state budget. Whatever one may think of them, these two items are the signal accomplishments of the Wilson governorship. Praising Wilson’s stewardship but not these policies is like saying that George W. Bush did a great job, except for that Iraq war, the botched Afghanistan war, the economic wipeout, the gulag in Guantanamo, the attorney general scandal, the disastrous response to Hurricane Katrina, the do-nothing run-up to September 11th, and at least a few more things. It’s like saying, “The roses on the East Lawn were nicely tended.”

The thrust of Whitman’s platform, which simultaneously seeks to be anti-gay and pro-gay, anti-immigrant and pro-immigrant, anti-environment and pro-environment, is this:   “I think maybe it is about time for a governor who has created jobs, who’s managed a budget, who’s led and inspired large organizations, who listens well, and who can drive an agenda.” This is the pro-forma rationale that seemingly “moderate” Republicans, of which Mitt Romney was only the most recent example, trot out to justify their candidacies. And I would ask:  Can they name a role model, a successful major business leader, who proved to be a success at high office?

By way of example, here’s the generally accepted list of greatest U.S. presidents:

  • George Washington, a soldier and farmer
  • Abraham Lincoln, a lawyer
  • Franklin D. Roosevelt, a lawyer
  • Thomas Jefferson, a lawyer
  • Theodore Roosevelt, a writer
  • James Madison, a lawyer
  • Andrew Jackson, a lawyer and soldier
  • Woodrow Wilson, an educator
  • Harry S. Truman, a businessman
  • Dwight D. Eisenhower, a soldier

Judging by this list, if the country were in dire straits, I’d look around for a really good lawyer to fix it. Maybe they know things about compromise, and structuring deals, and getting warring parties to work together. (And, indeed, that’s just what we did recently.) It should also be noted that the lone businessman on this list above failed at that business, and then got a political position — which is where he started to actually succeed in life. It also shouldn’t go without saying that we recently had our first MBA “president.” His name:  George W. Bush.

Who are recognized as the best governors California has had, people who actually presided over the state when it worked?

  • Hiram Johnson, a lawyer
  • Earl Warren, a lawyer
  • Pat Brown, a lawyer

And before entering politics, what was Pete Wilson’s career?

He was a lawyer.

Given this history, and the lack of evidence that big business experience ever translates into good public governance, I don’t think Meg Whitman’s gubernatorial bid is a Buy It Now.

Broken Arrow

Monday, February 9th, 2009

So what happens when you’re on your way to Lake Arrowhead (elevation: 5191 feet) and a blizzard leaves snow at 3,000 feet and up and forces a shutdown of all the roads?

You wind up staying in the Fairfield Inn & Suites in San Bernardino. Which in an earlier time would’ve been called:  a truckstop.

I scream

Sunday, February 8th, 2009

You’ve probably already seen this, but I love the taste of this so much I had to post it.

Ben & Jerry created “Yes Pecan!” ice cream flavor for Obama. They then asked people for suggestions of an ice cream named for: George W. Bush.

Here are some of  the responses:

– Grape Depression

– Abu Grape

– Nut’n Accomplished

– Iraqi Road

– Chock ‘n Awe

– WireTapioca

– Impeach Cobbler

– Guantanmallow

– imPeachmint

– Neocon Politan

– RockyRoad to Fascism

– The Reese’s-cession

– Cookie D’oh!

– The Housing Crunch

– Nougalar Proliferation

– Credit Crunch

– Country Pumpkin

– Chunky Monkey in Chief

– WM Delicious

– Chocolate Chimp

– Caramel Preemptive Stripe

Today’s music video

Sunday, February 8th, 2009

This Saturday, I’m seeing the outre band Sparks with two good friends. They’ll be playing the entirety of the “classic” album “Kimono My House” as well as their new release, “Exotic Creatures of the Deep.” (And here’s what my wife thinks of that one.)

This video comes from their last album and tour, and gives you a strong sense of their live show and of the videos that accompany that show.

Jonesin’

Saturday, February 7th, 2009

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I’ve gotten a lot of emails, Facebook messages, and even one very upset text message from friends apoplectic over the loss of Indie 103.1, which I wrote about here. I’ve been suffering the loss of great radio stations my whole life; what makes this different is that Indie 103.1 may indeed prove to have been the last great independent terrestrial radio station, one where deejays could be tastemakers because they played what they chose. I think this model is now officially dead. Micromarkets serve narrow slices of listenership — on satellite radio, on internet radio — and that’s when there’s a listenership at all. In the age of the iPod, who cares what somebody else wants you to hear?

Much of the music played on Indie 103.1 already exists in my CD rack or stored on a computer, and what I don’t have I can get. The one thing that Indie 103.1 had that is irreplaceable is Jonesy’s Jukebox, a daily dose of iconoclasm from Sex Pistols guitarist Steve Jones. Jones would play music — or not — or play his own version of songs on acoustic guitar — or talk shop with unforgettable guests — or, well, whistle for a really long time. While I miss the notion of Indie 103.1, I miss Jonesy personally.

Here’s what he’s been up to in the three weeks since the station went off the air:  playing lots of Call of Duty, and looking for a new radio gig. I truly wish him luck on the latter. In the meantime, I guess I’ll catch up on past episodes of Jonesy’s Jukebox.

Signs of the apocalypse

Wednesday, February 4th, 2009

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And to think that some people scoffed.

A message from George Carlin’s daughter

Wednesday, February 4th, 2009

In honor of The Mark Twain Prize honoring my father tonight, Wednesday Feb. 4 at 9PM on PBS, AND more importantly to point out the fact that the 7 Words You Can’t Say on Television are still deemed indecent almost 40 years later and will be bleeped in said special tonight – I am sending you the 7 WORDS that you will be missing tonight, and ask that you pass them on to 7 PEOPLE today.

This chain letter will not bring untold riches or dreams coming true.
It might make some people laugh, and it might make others cry.
It could possibly get you in trouble (depending on who you send it to).
But most probably, it will just remind people of my dad, who was funny and a great teacher, and a way cool father.
Oh, yeah, and the hypocrisy of language that still exists.

So here they are:
Shit
Piss
Fuck
Cunt
Cocksucker
Motherfucker
Tits.

Enjoy. Keep the Chain alive. Have a great day.
And watch the show. It is wonderful.

love,
Kelly Carlin-McCall