Showing posts with label American. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A War of the Words - But Who's Words?

Facebook, Orwell, Time Magazine, Rapportive, Huxley, American, Stuart McMillen, China,  Vietnam,  Rapleaf, Fresh from a week's worth of Facebook blackouts, the helicopters of the resistance flew over the CBD dropping leaflets with reverse propaganda decrying the propagation of the other propaganda. A ballsy move for sure but a move aimed at infecting the masses with the new media message that the more the powers that be try to suppress and control information, the more information will behave in the manner of a thousand one-celled animals and simply multiply - exponentially.

This cartoon by Stuart McMillen juxtaposes the views of Aldous Huxley & George Orwell. In short, Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information (The Chinese model) whilst Huxley feared those who would give us so much information, that we would just drown in our own bullshit (The American model). And who's to say who's right? Both models suck - and in a perfect world we would get all the information that is valuable to those of us chasing the pursuit of happiness with all of the chaff filtered out from the wheat of knowledge that we need. But it's not a perfect world, is it? See the ministry's circular below.
Ministry of Manifestos. Distopian Soup

For all those in the intelligencia here in Vietnam who decry the blocking of Facebook every time the party convenes for some important meeting, there are a few million more who cry out over Facebook's apparent lack of concern for our privacy in the US. So who's to blame? "We have seen the enemy and it are us", it is said.

Facebook, Orwell, Time Magazine, Rapportive, Huxley, American, Stuart McMillen, China,  Vietnam,  Rapleaf, For all the 'freedom of speech' rhetoric we are like to hear from our liberal comrades in the west, we never thought that freedom would extend to people whom we do not know, and who care not a goddamn about our privacy but are more interested in the area of exploiting our information towards the dissection of a market that can then be sold to the highest bidder. Yes, people will actually pay to reach brains dumb enough to let all of their private parts hang out on the digital clothesline for all to see. "Hello moron. Need some washing powder - fabric softener?"

And so, all of a sudden, the protection of that information, that we so willingly put out there, becomes of paramount concern. I Tweet, therefore I am - vulnerable. And I am also a member of who knows how many other services, that I may not have daily activity with, but they're still distributing my information - like Freindster, Gravatar and MySpace. For all the countries that are trying their damnedest to suppress information, the greater lot of us are just throwing it out there like there's no tomorrow. It's a Brave New World all right. But none of us should be so brave as to go into it naked.

So get out your keyboard and type the following: Rapportive & Rapleaf. See what they've got on you, and then go back and do a little revisionist history. It will certainly be no worse than what the communist states are doing by not letting it out in the first place. Orson Welles envisioned a War of the Worlds where aliens would come and envelope the human race - and what it seems to have come down to is his title, minus the letter "l", where the world envelopes itself by the words it chooses to use or not use. Just remember, we all decide which words are used about us.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

On My Meds Again In München: The Little Things XIV - Nothing Much Happened (XX) In München Today


American, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   02.06.10 - 9:12am - Better start the day out with exercise. It's cold outside. After a few weeks of near springlike weather the lion of winter came back in and reaffirmed his dominance. "You're not getting off this easy", he said to the displaced American via Vietnam who had almost made it through his first Bavarian Winter. [Photo: The photo is from Paul Himmel, 1955, at Gallery h5,6, in Munich. If you click and enlarge it, you can see my reflection in the glass taking the photo. My head begins directly below his, uhh...] - 10am - 80 push-ups and 360 sit-ups. That's the general routine for an hour. And I've been doing this for as long as I can remember (with a few months off for lazy spells now and again), three times a week. But will it prepare me for my day? I've got big plans. I plant to eat well, do a little blog work, eat some more, do a little shopping, and then probably, eat. Hmm? More about the food later. - 11:05am - This week I received a piece of mail from the Catholic church, asking for a donation of course, but what I wondered more, was how the church got my name. It was addressed to me at my current address and I don't recall giving my name to any singing nuns this winter. I guess God can see all. And so it's my first trip today to see if I can locate this church, which, according to Google maps, is just a few blocks away. A little lunch and we'll be off. - 12:17pm - TAmerican, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   he snow flurries are whirling up a storm outside and I take a second to go out on the patio and enjoy. Marvelous. But what's not so marvelous is the little plowing machine that comes down my walk inside of the hour to plow away what has fallen. Sometimes German efficiency can be a little much and for me, this is one of those cases. I won't even get to have the fun of trudging through even a few inches because by the time I get downstairs it will all have been swept away. Pity. - 1:05pm - A letter from someone the night before makes me smile and I spent a few minutes to craft a response. I was recently told that the term soulmate was another word for taskmaster and I'm beginning to see some logic in that. My response to the letter could wait. But it doesn't. - 2:07pm - Snowtime! I don my trusty Timberland hoodie, a good coat, a Bayern FC scarf, gloves and my ever present Crocs. What's that you say? Frigging Crocs? Yes. Crocs. The BavariAmerican, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   ans have come up with an ingenious fleese-lined version that believe it or not, got me to Amsterdam last month. They're also accepted at art galleries, which is where this photo was taken. Since I injured my ankle in Paris last September, Crocs have been a godsend. My good friend RC will certainly have a field day with my perpetual flaunting of this fashion faux paux and all I can say to a guy who insists on using only two initials to address himself is, FU. - 2:23pm - Hitting the streets in search of St. Somebody's I head down to where I thought I saw it on Google maps. I don't know the name of the actual church, because all the letter said was 'Katholische Pfarrgemeinde', which means Catholic Parish, so I'm off with my own instincts in tow and an ear for bells. One of the hallmarks of Munich is the constant chiming of church bells and with the population being almost totally Catholic that can be both beautiful and bafflinAmerican, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   g at the same time, especially if you want to try following the bells to a church. They're all over the place. - 3:02pm - The good thing about this walk is that it takes me into a quarter I've yet to explore. Oh, it's still blocks and blocks of not really quaint apartment buildings but at least they're ones I haven't seen before. And then I see it - a tall modern bell tower of certified 1960s construction. There are really two kinds of churches in Munich, pre-war and post-war and you don't have to be an art historian to understand that the pre are much more charming than the post. This one is certifiably post. - 3:43American, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   pm - Welcome to St. Bernhard's. It's not the address I was looking for, but it's good enough. It's a Catholic church (as if I could have stumbled into a mosque in Munich?) As you can see from the attractive sign out front, they don't seem to discriminate over dog varieties as the one on the sign is almost certainly too slim to be a St. Bernhard, but under no circumstances should whatever your breed of dog, poop on their lawn - snow covered or not. - 4pm - Inside is nice. I had not been in a church since last fall and I took a second to just sit and contemplate. Churches all around me and I never go in. Must be something far back in my Catholic upbringing about that. The sun streams through the window blocks that must certainly have been inspired by le Corbusier's Notre Dame du Haut in France. [Photos: On the right, le Corbusier. On the left, the much more rational, German interpretation.] I make a few photos and it feels nice to be inside with no one else. A good place for prayer. I light two votive candles, for two people who can certainly use a prayer or two and it's back out to the American, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   place where any dog can't poop. St Bernhard's. I had to laugh. - 4:32pm - Walking back I made a point to find the Lidl store I had seen on the way here. Lidl and Aldi are the two big discount groceries here and when you're on a budget such as I have been on these past few months, the word discount takes on a necessary meaning. - 5pm - Friday had been a payday and I had not seen a payday in quite some time (the holidays were just cold) so that meant it was time to get back on my meds - back to my addiction. And what might that be? For some people it might be drink, or drugs, or even something more sinister, but for me it's simple. My addiction this year has become food, and that means good food. Friday's trip home had covered the basics, plus a stop at le fromagerie (or the Kase shoppe in German) for a stock up on cheeses but today would pick up on some things I had missed. Important things. Like plastic wrap. Baked beans. Tortilla chips. Salsa. And backup coffee. - 5:27pm - But wait a minute! Chips and salsa ain't gourmet! What's up with that? FridaAmerican, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   y's meal saw me enjoying two wonderful huge scallops, each stuffed with a prawn and wrapped in bacon and then drizzled with a balsamic and wine reduction, finally topped with a roasted almond, shallot and basilico relish. Mmmm. So now I want the chips. For anyone who has ever lived outside their culture for a time you will understand that sometimes, the simple becomes exotic, especially when you can't get it. And for those of you who can gorge on American junk food all you like, you'll think I'm just an idiot. Fine. I can live with both. My wife used to say that it was amazing that I could enjoy a meal at Charlie Trotter's and a frozen pizza just the same - with the same level of happiness. And so that's how I felt this weekend. Like I could enjoy any food I wanted, but at the same lAmerican, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   evel. The level that celebrates being able to have it as opposed to being able to have what you can when you're on a poor budget. - 6pm - Leaving Lidl with a cheap brand of salsa and nothing in the yellow cheese section, I decide to hit Tengleman on the way home to see if I can find any yellow cheese from which to make a queso for my chips. Plenty of Germans in Wisconsin, but apparently no Wisconsonites reciprocated back to Germany - good luck finding a slab of cheddar, or god-forbid, Velveeta to make your savory queso. - 6:22pm - Tengleman's is a midline grocery that has a real meat counter, decent cheese selection and a bakery on premise. And so the search for yellow cheese commences. And jalapenos. Ha! I'm looking for a jalapeno in Germany, like trying to find lieberkase in Mexico. Idiot. - 6:46pm - The search resolves itself somewhat in that I find a 'cheese-dip' sort of thing at the deli, and I laugh but take a little can of olives that claim to be held in jalepeno creme - maybe I'll just throw the olives out and use the creme mixed in with the cheese dip? - 7:15pm - Home again with a ton of provisAmerican, Munich,  Catholic,  Dog Poop, Crocs, le Corbusier, Architects, Meds, Salsa, Chips, Wisconsin, Jalapenos, Gourmet, Jay Leno,   ions, I turn on CNBC which happens to be running Jay Leno's shows from this week so I got my Merican thing going. Yeah. I put away all the food and make a rush for the chips. But how to make the queso? Pour a 1/2 a cup of the salsa into a small sauce pan. Add two slices, yellow 'burger' cheese they call it. Turn off halogen heat after mixing, or the fucker will burn. Wait 5 minutes. Stir. Bring to slate table and eat queso out of pot with chips. Watch TV. How damn American. Put stupid dip in fridge. Olives were not in any jalapeno whatever. Put olives in jar. Later. - 7:46pm - The rest of dinner is a gnocchi gorgonzola and that goes down good. Cleanup time. This and the requisite emails take hours. - 10pm - I promised good ole RC that I would do a guest post for his blog, and I had taken some care to go to a Munich bar and shoot the photos of it. - 12am - Here's the post. - o2.06.10 - 2:30am - I received the most coherent mail I have received in a long time from the person I have spent nearly the last year with. It doesn't answer any questions and in fact it raises a lot more. And tomorrow (or today) is another day. I looked out off my balcony at this time and I saw the walk. The walk that says you can turn either way, and still be in the snow. Something about that, for sure.








Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Turkey Day! Throw that blog a bone?

Ahh, it's Thankgiving Day in America and you're catching up on your blog reading. Good for you. And football? Nice. I'm hungry. And so maybe are thousands or maybe millions of bloggers around the world. And why not? This is the medium that's putting thousands of proper journalists out of work. 'Why the hell should anybody pay for this when millions of you wankers just throw it out there for free?', you say.

And an excellent question that would be. But it's not my question. It's a question that's been coming up a lot lately, all over the blogosphere.
Jay Deragon and his blog, The Relationship Economy (highlighted below) gets the ball rolling this way:

"The Internet and social technology has turned the publishing industry upside down and inside out. We’ve seen 24 of the top 25 newspapers go out of business. Magazine subscription rates are down and the leaders within the industry are struggling to find a strategy to stay alive.

The Wall Street Journal is forging a war against the Internet. Rupert Murdoch wants to block its content from Google and has taken a stand with its readers by charging a subscription for the paper. No more free in the Murdoch world."


And so what's in all of that for me? Well, nothing basically. Murdoch was pretty adept when he bought MySpace, way before anybody really understood what social media was, but I think he may have bitten off a little bit more than even he can chew here.
Even Seth Godin says he's gotten this move backwards. When I think of my own work here at WWED and ways in which I might make a buck off it someday, I like this quote from Clay Shirkey:

Wow. Does that nail it. Can anything I do be 'necessary', 'irreplaceable' and 'unsharable'. Well, yes, except the unsharable part, because I want people to share things they find here, and give me credit, hopefully. The harder part is the first two constraints of 'necessary' and 'irreplaceable' . Can I create that, offer that, and then somehow, get paid for it? And my answer to that is yes. Just like the model for National Public Radio in America. People voluntarily subscribe. They don't have to. The content is already on the radio, and subsidized by the government for free - but listeners pay anyway, because they value the programming and know it doesn't have conventional advertising support behind it.

"Content is only as valuable as the audience who consumes it.", continues Shirky,
"Some audiences, and they are getting smaller, will pay for what they consider as 'premium information from talented writers'. Then there is a larger audience that finds valuable content for free and the authors pull audiences to their content based on style and substance, whether professional journalist or not."

So can WWED be considered as 'premium information from a talented writer'? According to one reviewer of late - "You might be very talented but what you are doing with the blog does not make you unique. Neither content nor expression." - uhh, no. But according to the overall number of positive comments, nearly 200 regular subscribers as well as subscribers who actually sent a little cabbage my way, the answer is a pretty resounding Yes. And although you're probably tired of me going on about our Technorati ranking, as of today, Turkey Day, we're at an Authority of 125 and a global ranking of 36,355, up from around 55,000 just six weeks ago. Heck, we're ranked at number 60 in the 'Business' category. Note to aspiring business journalists: "Just write whatever falls out of your butt three times a week and YOU too can be number 60!"
.
Hell, I can't wait till I'm sitting on the new Oprah show, hawking the book I made from a blog and that reviewer from above leans over on a sofa somewhere and says to her friend, "I knew that guy when he was just a bum trying to eek out a living in Munich. He sucks". And then I'll jump up and down on the couch. Won't that be sweet?
.
But until then, I won't be embarrased at all about encouraging support from readers. I'm a damn fast writer, and a damn prolithic one, but this still takes a great deal of time and a few bucks thrown in the hat from time to time just plain makes me feel better. It also helps pay some rent. You'll notice that we've added a 'subscribe' button to the page from PayPal. The way this works is that some nice person clicks it, and I get $5 bucks a month until they get tired of paying. You can 'unsubscribe' at any time. Seven people have done this so far - really.
.
So get another helping of that stuffing, some cranberry sauce and another beer. I'll take that wing if you're not going to eat it. And if you've just got too much time to kill, make sure to fill out our 2009 readers survey.
.
Post Script: In a post following this post, RCNevada at 'My View of the World' gives a more thorough overview of Rupert Murdoch's quest for cash off the Internet, in particular his much hinted at deal with Microsoft and Bing. If he swings it, he will give Bing exclusive rights to News Corp. info and Google will be cut out of the deal - so of course you'll have to search Bing for his info - and of course he'll get some fraction of a penny from every click on that info through Bing and make bazillions.
.
Many bloggers sell books, art or other products and use their blogs soley to promote whatever it is they're selling. For those of us without another product to sell, the idea that our content could someday be integrated into another site with larger traffic, and that we could get a tick for every click we generate is a good one. But until then, I'll stick with the voluntary subscription model, and keep my day job.



For more on blogs, blogging and bloggers, check here:

Advertising People & Blogs - The Travis Diaries VI
How to Write the Best Damn Blog in the World
Throw That Blog a Bone!
If Blogs Are Free Are They Worthless?
What If Gutenberg Had a Blog?
If You Like the Blog, Read the Book>/a>
2008 Annual Report - The Wild Wild East Dailies
Blog Redesign WWED
BarCamp Saigon 2008
Attraction vs. Conversion - How to Power Your Blog
Are the Bloggerati Missing the Market?










Friday, December 19, 2008

On My Meds Again in Saigon...

First off, my apologies for not being your intrepid three-time-a-week blogger that you've come to know and read. This week began the third week of one of my regular season changing colds as the affliction descended into Strep Throat and then Bronchitus. It was time for a trip to the pharmacie - but unlike an American pharmacy with a "y" I was able to get my packet of Amoxilan, a prescription I already knew I needed, without a trip to an HMO certified Indian (from India) doctor and be on my way to recovery for about 75 cents. Yes, that's seventy five good old American cents. A price that in Vietnam, a country rated much lower than US's lofty perch of #37 on the World Health Organization's (WHO) Health Care Rankings chart (right below Costa Rica), was more than fair. I wouldn't have given this a great deal of thought had I not seen Michael Moore's "SiCKO" again on HBO recently and had cause to consider just how good my health care system is, here in this developing country, as opposed to the good ole US of A. The last time I was in the US I had broken a collar bone in a bicycle accident and was not able to see a doctor because of lack of medical coverage. My father's Chiropractor told me it was indeed broken but he could not reset it. He went on to describe how many athletes continued to play with various kinds of broken appendages, as if I were asking for some kind of exotic cosmetic surgery, and said it would heal all by itself just fine. That's what you get in America when the doctor is the past team Chiro for the Kansas City Chiefs football team. Top medical care that is.

Thankfully I am in excellent health, compared to my colleagues at my age, and have not had anything beyond this breakage and an itchy winky in my adult medical history. And no, I'm not going to tell the itchy winky story. It was a long time ago, but pretty fucking funny all the same.

Now in repair, I promise I will be off injured reserve and back to my snarky self by tomorrow. I really hate it when I can't write.

As a bookend, my American friends might ask if there is any downside to letting patients diagnose themselves and prance into the pharmacie anytime they want for their fill of antibiotics or more psychotropic solutions, and I will impart this observation: Blame it on naivete, or just plain not looking for three years, but the number of foreign perscription drug addicts in this town is positively startling, once you are trained to look out for the signs. Consider the high school mathematics teacher who, without fail, everytime you see him, has a breast pocket full of pills in little foil pop-out packets and has now taken to wearing cargo pants - you know, the ones with the Jungle-Jim pockets on the legs - to conceal all the other perscription drugs he is using. I have know him for a few years now. He claims to have any great number of afflictions but the only one I can be sure of is hypocondria - plus whatever caused him to just verbally tear me a new asshole one night with no provocation, added in. God knows, I've known and befriended my share of alcoholics in my time and certainly been part of the clan for good spells, but never have I had to learn the habits of people on chemicals that I can't even spell. Geez, in a way, alcoholics are simple. These other things are still a mystery to me - but one I will not venture to uncover by providing myself as a guinea pig - "Give me another shot of that Amoxilan doc", I scream, as I tighten the rubber tube around my bicep and punch open another foiled capsule...

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Attraction vs. Conversion: How To Write the Best Damn Blog in the World - Perspective XIV: The Little Things VII


At first, the number of disabled people - no, let me change that - the number of crippled, maimed and deformed people, on the street in Vietnam can be startling. But once one has lived here for awhile another observation becomes much more astute - how well they fit in - how they are part of not just the environment but the consistent social fabric and neighborhood in terms of relationships, businesses and the daily goings on of things. The shop owners take care of the beggars. There is an obvious harmony that I can not ever remember from America. There we called them street people and since Ronald Reagan cut federal funding for care facilities we banished our disabled to the streets to die. We later re-classified them as homeless to seem more caring. I recall Pioneer Square in Seattle, an
historic area of charming cast iron front buildings, putting chain-link fence around all the park benches so the street people didn't sleep on them, which would have destroyed the quaint Americana experience for tourists. At that time, in the late 80s, they said the average lifespan of a street person in Seattle was 18 months, before they died from disease and exposure. Ethnic cleansing? We only like people who are perfect like us. Wash the others out. I thought the chain-link really added to the charm of the area - in an Alcatraz sort of way. The only people I've seen who have made a worse mess of their needy, other than the Americans, for a wealthy country, have been the Koreans. They're just absolute assholes to those who don't fit their Oriental/Arian idea of the perfect Hankook. Koreans hide their disabled and shame them. But that doesn't happen here, and whilst this Communist utopia has about the same health care program as the US, people do get along, and fit in. Maybe that's something to do with having fought and won a war against a fate that would have been much worse than what they have now. Visiting Iraq in 30 years will be interesting to see what America leaves behind. ? The two boys are having a full throttle row on the sidewalk, straight out of Smack-down's greatest hits. He spins and does an awkward lunge in the air which appears to provide a kick to his opponent whilst protecting him from the tiled pavement below. Stunt-man school in Vietnam. And three girls and a very little boy sit in portVietnam War, Ronald Reagan, Martin Sorrell, Ethnic Cleansing, Koreans, Americans, Communist, Smack Down, American,   Halloween, Creative Circle, Loneliness,  Sex, WPP, Bierre Larueable plastic chairs as if at ringside cheering the bigger boys on. One of the girls pops up with a piece of plastic leg from a broken chair to mimic a microphone and proceeds to narrarate the match for the remaining crowd of two girls and the little kid. I just eat my noodles and smile. ? Forlorn poor bar girls populate my Internet cafe surrounded by forlorn looking foreign men, Japanese, Korean and Western in an odd dating match that seemingly pits companionship and money against each other with the possibility of sex being a sideline but I can't imagine that much of the western baggage around here can get it up anymore. One guy claims to be celibate but has this rotating cadre of odd girlfriends. Loneliness is fought with a serious arsenal in post war-torn countries. Your wallet. Choosing a paycheck or a meal over a shag is really quit sensible. Chalk up a score for the girls around here. ? And my coffee man smiles, again. I'm at the wet market this morning for a week worth of veggies and am particularly enamored with the fish. But not today. Stories can be told by the palms of the hands of the woman who sells me my vegetables. A gaunt conical hatted vestige, she bears the marks of at least some trying farm work in her earlier years, maybe harvesting sugar and tearing long vertical lines from her palms down to the tips of her fingers. Her fingers are all misshapen in some way from breakage and who knows what and the idea of fingernails has been whittled down to just sort of dirty stumps at the ends. This market work must be a blessing considering the past. She is as sweet as can be and is there, 7 days a week, doesn't speak a lick of English, but always calls loudly to me when I turn onto her outdoor aisle of the market. Big pile of tomatoes, onions, peppers and what-knot. 10 thousand dong. 75 cents. ? Move along cowboy. ? Halloween hit Vietnam last week with a vengeance and had pretty much wasted itself before the actual date. A friend told me the bars were packed on the 30th but I wasn't out that night. He said the Vietnamese couldn't wait. They love ghosts and horror films. I made the colossal mistake of attending a Halloween event hosted by the "Creative Circle", an advertising creative club in Vietnam founded by Aussies, who apparently don't celebrate Halloween, and I did something unheard of to the crusty old dogs who populate the thing - I wore a costume. Now admittedly, it wasn't a very outrageous costume - I went as Martin Sorrell, CEO of WPP Group, arguably the top communication holding company in the world, and it only took a nice suit, one of those "Hello, my name is Martin Sorrell" tags, and a pair of glasses that look exactly like his (cheaply procured here for 2 bucks) - but it was a funny fucking idea, at least for that crowd. Yawn. Imagine the guys at the Creative Circle not doing anything creative at all for Halloween? Seemed normal to them. Only two other people, of roughly 30, wore a costume and they were treated as oddities. I did meet a few other people from Shanghai who were interesting and had a nice conversation with the guy who designed the packaging for my favorite beer in Vietnam, Bierre Larue. Other than that, is was thoroughly disappointing with one young Viet art director leaving, after being informed that there was basically no program for the evening, just beer drinking and a bunch of old foreigners. Yawn. My costume went over much better in my local pub where nobody knows fuck all who Martin Sorrell is, but the girls were all jazzed to see me in a very nice suit. ? The man in the booth next to me at the Internet cafe is talking to himself. He does this often - almost every night after the requisite amount of sud-swilling. Elvis plays. It's surreal as shit. Figuring out if it's PTSD he's affected with or more basic alcoholism is not really possible for me, - sure, I drink beer as well, but I sit at my computer and write. The greater majority of the place has no idea WTF I'm doing. That can be turned into a cocoon of sorts that keeps them all out - and lets this happen. ? So you're just itchin' aren'tcha? What the hell does the title to this post mean? What is he talking about? - The concept of Attraction vs. Conversion has become a bit of a Web 2.0 topic these days. Some like Mark Earls, describe it as "push" vs. "pull" marketing tactic. My friend Ken Johnson, who reviews business books for Amazon, reminded me recently, in his review of "The Peter Principle", that the core concept is over 40 years old. It's the idea that the more I actively market this thing, the less real readers I get. And I mean real readers as opposed to people who come in for the 99 cent special. I get all sorts of hits but only 25% come back over and over - and that's a good thing - considering that of that 25% there are 10% who stay for more than an hour each time. And I can deal with that. - Here's one of the latest of my more interesting readers. He congratulates me for being rejected by a major aggregating service for being "unclassifiable": - "First congratulations. I used to work as a journalist and I am inured to writing to a certain degree (an occupational hazard) - your blog has become riveting precisely because it is uncategorisable. It is not about anything, which in a modern Koan-like manner, makes it almost about everything. I really enjoy the writing and because I understand the drive, I will not deign to be condescending with the trite keep-it-up." - This is the kind of thing that keeps this blog going. This is the pull strategy in action. I didn't ask for this to be written. But I certainly don't mind an "atta-boy" or two. ? The guy in the booth next to me cuts right through the more than omnipresent Elvis that's playing - muttering, "fuck this shit", "fuck you", "fuck Bush" ? All I did today was go shopping and get this post up. Little things, but enough for today.




For more on the "Perspective" or "Little Things" series, click below:

My Morning Wake-Up Call - Perspective XX: The Little Things XII
We'll Have A Gay Old Time - Perspective XIX: The Little Things XII
"Rolled Foggy Disposed Ricepaper" - Perspective XVIII: The Little Things XI

Joyeux Noel - Perspective XVII: The Little Things X

Lunch With Obama - Perspective XVI: The Little Things IX

One Motley Crue On The Bus Today - Perspective XV: The Little Things VIII

Attraction vs. Conversion: How To Power Your Blog - Perspective XIV: The Little Things VII

A glass box full of deep fried chicken heads - Perspective XIII: The Little Things VI

Seoul Searching - Perspective XII

He Would Have Shot Me 40 Years Ago - Perspective XI: The Little Things V

Chomsky on Colour & Sleep - Perspective X: The Little Things IV.2

Running With Scizzors - Perspective IX: The Little Things IV

Henry Miler II - Perspective VIII : The Little Things III.1

Henry Miller - Perspective VII: The Little Things III

Big Brother - Perspective VI: The Little Things II

This Carnival of Life! - Perspective V

The Art Walk - Perspective IV: The Little Things

Bentley #5 - Perspective III.2

Bentley vs. Vespa - Perspective III.1

Bentleys Invade Vietnam - Perspective III

Death Of A Colleague - Perspective II

Perspective


For more on blogs, blogging and bloggers, check here:

Advertising People & Blogs - The Travis Diaries VI
How to Write the Best Damn Blog in the World
Throw That Blog a Bone!
If Blogs Are Free Are They Worthless?
What If Gutenberg Had a Blog?
If You Like the Blog, Read the Book
2008 Annual Report - The Wild Wild East Dailies
Blog Redesign WWED
BarCamp Saigon 2008
Attraction vs. Conversion - How to Power Your Blog
Are the Bloggerati Missing the Market?







Thursday, October 16, 2008

MENSA endorses McCain/Palin

American, barack obama, election, endorcement, IQ, Major League Baseball, McCain, Mensa, MLB, borat, Movie, News, Opinion, our man in saigon, Palin, video, VietnamIn a unilateral announcement, American MENSA members have released the following video/press release endorsing the McCain/Palin ticket. And this is fairly amazing considering that MENSA members rarely speak, as opposed to AA members, who can't seem to shut the f up. Sarah Palin was really sort of pissed she couldn't be in the video. She really loves to be on TV.




Now don't think that this is some Aljazeera video, released from a cave in Northern Pakistan, with no video markings or clear understanding of the time of making. And it's not a "Borat" out-take either. This is a documented Mensa meeting with at least two of the three participants actively participating, save the man, who keeps trying to wave his hand over the camera - which, he doesn't realize, has a lense longer than his arm. And these are MENSA Americans, mind you - the backbone of the McCain/Palin camp - real patriots with a story to tell. And boy what a story! Glad somebody's got their head screwed on straight this year - and a few Buds under their belt!

Yet, just when you thought things were twisting into another yet unknown surreality, we get
Major League Baseball throwing a game back so that Obama can own a "roadblock" on American media for 30 minutes
, the night of October 29th. Yep, right here. Hit the link and read all about it. Go figure. America's national pastime being postponed so that we can listen to a 30 minute infomercial by a presidential candidate? Our country must be truly in the shits. Budweiser sold to foreigners - baseball postponed - and that pesky financial bailout business. Jeezuzz. What's next?

Who said you need to be in America to know what's going on? I've got it all covered, right here in the
Wild Wild East , from Saigon - site of the last great American victory overseas!

But please don't let my political affiliations or location sway you...if you're a MENSA member, please, vote your conscience - as opposed to your press handlers IQs.


For more on Obama, click below:


Presidential Puppy In Rehab After Just One Week!
Rick Wagoner Makes History - First CEO To Be Fired By A Sitting President
"I Vote For Black Guy!" - Obamanation II
Lunch With Obama: Perspective XVI - The Little Things IX
A sex Redesign obama For scandal The oprah Wild oral Wild butt East iPhone Dailies
"Yes We Can": Obamanation
MENSA Endorces McCain/Palin
Obama Splits Ticket, Boots Biden!
Belgian Prime Minister Quits Over Budweiser Purchase!
Obama Brandishes a Bud For The Bubbas!


For more in Political Satire and Satire see:





Sunday, July 20, 2008

Henry Miller - Perspective VII: The Little Things III


I'm gonna rant a bit and the quotes in colour are from Henry Miller's "Tropic of Capricorn". - Dream: Hugh Kwon from Leo Burnett in Korea works at Nintendo and is my boss. (only in this dream) Is reviewing my expense reports and instructing me how to cheat more effectively - old contract story from the "Wild Wild East" (not in a dream) . - Kevin and Charlie and Robbie and crew are all at the Lan Anh club today. Fracas in the pool. Cool. I'm reading Henry Miller.
- "In America they're constantly running amok. What they need is an outlet for their energy, for their bloodlust. Europe is bled regularly by war. America is pacivisistic and canabalistic. Outwardly it seems to be a beautiful honeycomb, with all the drones crawling over each other in a frenzy of work; inwardly it's a slaughterhouse, each man killing off his neighbor and sucking the juice from his bones. Superficially it looks like a bold, masculine world; actually it's a whorehouse run by women, with native sons acting as pimps and the bloody foreigners selling their flesh. Nobody knows what it's like to sit on his ass and be content. That happens only in the films where everything is faked, even the fires of hell. The whole continent is sound asleep and in that sleep a grand nightmare is taking place." - I'm writing in Paolo's, the French cafe below my home. I can't have the details of the past in my writing - Forget the little things. Smells, and such. Bugs. A blur. Story about the roach on the wall of the bar and men behaving like roaches while it crawls. Li-Li bar. Finished. - There's a Saigon kiss on my leg in the sunshine. A fading burn on my calf from touching a motorbike tailpipe parked to shortly and no room for a man to walk in between. - And Paolo's bar breaks into a barwide chorus of "Stand By Me" when it shows up on the stereo and then a French song, even f%4#*ng louder. It's Sunday night. 8:45. - These are not the clouds of Chicago - The South Pacific only. They don't move. - "And I was just a Brooklyn boy, too, which is to say one of the last and the least of men." - A raindrop in the sunlight. - "Confusion is a word we have invented for an order that is not understood." - Long hairs growing from a mole. Beautiful for Vietnamese men. You see it all the time. No pictures for you today. Imagine. - "Most of us live the greater part of our lives submerged. Certainly in my own case I can say that not until I left America did I emerge above the surface. Perhaps America had nothing to do with it, but the fact remains that I did not open my eyes wide and full and clear until I struck Paris. And perhaps that was only because I had renounced America, renounced my past." - I have a large Philly cheese steak sandwich waiting. Over and out.

For more on the "Perspective" or "Little Things" series, click below:

My Morning Wake-Up Call - Perspective XX: The Little Things XII
We'll Have A Gay Old Time - Perspective XIX: The Little Things XII
"Rolled Foggy Disposed Ricepaper" - Perspective XVIII: The Little Things XI

Joyeux Noel - Perspective XVII: The Little Things X

Lunch With Obama - Perspective XVI: The Little Things IX

One Motley Crue On The Bus Today - Perspective XV: The Little Things VIII

Attraction vs. Conversion: How To Power Your Blog - Perspective XIV: The Little Things VII

A glass box full of deep fried chicken heads - Perspective XIII: The Little Things VI

Seoul Searching - Perspective XII

He Would Have Shot Me 40 Years Ago - Perspective XI: The Little Things V

Chomsky on Colour & Sleep - Perspective X: The Little Things IV.2

Running With Scizzors - Perspective IX: The Little Things IV

Henry Miler II - Perspective VIII : The Little Things III.1

Henry Miller - Perspective VII: The Little Things III

Big Brother - Perspective VI: The Little Things II

This Carnival of Life! - Perspective V

The Art Walk - Perspective IV: The Little Things

Bentley #5 - Perspective III.2

Bentley vs. Vespa - Perspective III.1

Bentleys Invade Vietnam - Perspective III

Death Of A Colleague - Perspective II

Perspective

The Wild Wild East Dailies


D a v i d E v e r i t t - C a r l s o n
-------------------------------------------------
Find me on Twitter, Facebook or LinkedIn. Read my blog: The Wild Wild East Dailies and keep up on our efforts with aSaigon/CreativeMorning.