I’m not necessarily personally against Creed, but apparently Google has spoken. If you don’t believe the screenshot, go to Google and type in ‘worst band in the world.’
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Well Happy Thanksgiving, aka “Shopping Season Eve”. I thought it was a good time to remember the early days of Thanksgiving, as described by my Grand Papa Ernest. Grandpapa swore that his Grandpapa’s Grandpapa was there. With a giant glass of Wild Turkey in one hand, he would gather the kids and happily relive the tale of the first Thanksgiving….
You see, one day word came to Plymouth Rock that a Macy’s had opened in New York. None of the men knew what a Macy’s was, but the women swore that they simply could not be caught at New Year’s in a gown that was not from this glorious place. Tales of lavish rooms filled with every kind of merchandise imaginable excited the oldest and youngest women in the town. And all their freshest inventory arrived the 4th week of November.
Now the trip from Plymouth to New York was at least a day in each direction. So for a full day of shopping on Saturday, the women had to leave on Friday. At first the men saw no problem with this, and they approved the plan that the town women had come up with.
But on Saturday, after a full day of no one fixing them a meal, the men were singing a different tune. They were hungry, then hungrier on Sunday, and when the women returned, the men were drunk on wine and whiskey, with no food in their bellies.
So the next year, the town elders decreed the women would not be allowed to travel to Macy’s. One of Macy’s marketing people read the Plymouth blog in which this was discussed, and checked with other towns. Plymouth was not the only town in which the women were flocking to Macy’s, and what seemed like sure success seemed in peril. The marketing guy realized something must be done.
Being a man of the world, the marketing man knew quite a few Native Americans. He quickly struck a deal with one of the chiefs. The chief had been working with the Macy’s buyers for months to get their hand crafted moccasins and shawls into the fall season, but to no awail. In return for Macy’s carrying the merchandise, the tribes would reach out to their pilgrim friends.
The tribes would invite the men and women of each town to a giant feast, to be held the 4th Thursday of November. There would be way way way too much food. And so in an act of kindness, the tribes allowed – almost forced – the pilgrims to take the leftovers home with them.
With a house full of leftovers, and tons of extra ale and wine, the men pilgrims suddenly realized an exciting three day weekend might be had. However, their wives, who were now stuck in town, had given them a long list of demands and chores.
The men were not pleased, and quickly convened a meeting to discuss options. With all the food and drink, they certainly could allow the ladies to go to New York. But they might not make it in time.
A few of the unmarried men said they would be happy to see this Macy’s and lead the group. Thus they quickly organized a giant horse and buggy-pool. They left at the break of dawn, combining the buggies together to make colorful super buggies, and played their musical instruments to pass the time. They did not stop until they reached New York, where they saw many other caravans and combined them together. They quickly ended up in a long line, where they proceeded straight to Macy’s.
The men were home and happy. The women were shopping amidst a mass of chaos and frivolity. The Native Americans had goods in the store. And Macy’s never looked back.
My Grandpapa swears his Grandpapa’s Grandpapa was that marketing guy from Macy’s. I suppose we’ll never know for sure.
A few things are nagging at my brain about the state of the media. I feel like I just need to throw them all out on a piece of pixels and see what comes out the other end.
In the end, it feels like there are not enough ad dollars to support 4 local TV stations, a bunch of radio stations and 2 local newspapers. But they are all covering the same stories, just through a different medium and slightly different lens.
To me, it seems like a natural evoultion would be for TV stations to absorb newspaper writers, and then further consolidate with radio stations. We could see broadcasting brands develop locally around political perspective or area of excellence. One station may focus on business and economy, while one focused on social issues. But the stories would be covered expertly and distributed by video and text. Teams of reporters could work together to produce short form 30,000 foot overviews and long form, deep dives.
I just think a perfect storm has developed, and media is going to have to change. There’s less money than before, greater ways to publish, and an audience with more ways to consume the same data. This leads me to believe media could change significantly very rapidly.
Like I prefaced in the beginning of this, I can’t figure it out for sure, but am certain something has to change. Do you have any ideas?
I was down Tucson this weekend, where old storytelling and reminiscing eventually led to amazement about everthing that has changed in the last 8-10 years. In fact, it lead a few folks to put this list together, and I’m sure it’s incomplete.
But on October 26 2000, if someone had shown you a newspaper for October 26, 2008, would you believe any of this could really happen?
I’m sad to say, I have no allegiance to either team in the World Series this year. Which really kind of stinks, since I am desperate for something to root for. (BTW, thank you Arizona Wildcats for pulling together a respectable football season and keeping me from sports harakare.)
So here I am, trying to decide who to support. I mean, it’s 7 stupid games. It shouldn’t be that hard to pick a team. And through my logical analysis and emotional introspection I’ve used to try to pick a team, it suddenly dawned on me that this World Series is a microcosm of the US Presidential election.
Let’s look at the Phillies. They have been a part of Major League Baseball forever, but yet have never quite been a team that everyone likes – or hates. They aren’t the Cubs, Yankees or Red Sox, even though they’ve been around just as long. They have produced some great players (Mike Schmidt, Larry Bowa, Tug McGraw), but also have some “not so special moments” (like Pete Rose crushing Ray Fosse in an All-Star game.) And even when doing well, they’ve managed to annoy the press (Steve Carlton). Basically, they’ve been around forever, and have gone through both good and bad years. A few years ago, it looked like they had the big prize won, but then suffered an unexpected defeat to a team who ultimatley proved to not be worth supporting (Blue Jays). Now they have a new squad with new people (Howard, Utley, Rollins, Hamill) but are still perceived as that “old” franchise with the ornery fans.
Now let’s examine the Rays. On paper, this franchise is way too young to garner baseball’s greatest prize. I mean, it’s quite an achievement for them to even make it to the final two, but can someone show me anything they’ve accomplished before 2008? I know they had a lot of draft picks and a few experienced advisors, but until this year, these guys were simply idealists with a dream, and where heaven only lived on a whiteboard. They have no real history, save for a few veterans who have never achieved any similar level of success anywhere else. And yet, now Tampa Bay has die-hard, almost obsessive, fans who will shave their head and other body parts to support their team. Every young fan – plus old fans who love a fairy tale story about achieving greatness in record time – has become a loud, proud Rays fan.
Now let’s look at how they got here. While the Phillies breezed through their National League Primary, I mean Playoff, the Rays had to go to the late innings of Game 7, going toe to toe with an experienced, veteran, old school franchise that simply wouldn’t go away, even though it was apparent that they wouldn’t win. In fact, the Rays had a chance to knock the Red Sox out in Game 5 – up 7-0 in the 7th – but then inexplicably the Red Sox had one huge run, and managed to make life complicated for everyone involved, until finally succumbing.
So what do you think? Who do you vote/root for this World Series….
I’ll remind everyone that I have no musical ability, and my tastes are rarely shared by others. With that said, I think the new CD from Keane, Perfect Symmetry, is going to take them from their current status of “Someone I have heard of and kind of like,” to “Total World Domination.” Check it out on Rhapsody or your mp3 download of choice. I’m on my 3rd run through the CD. Good stuff.
Don’t be surprised if you can’t reach your soccer loving friends Tuesday. Just check any store that sells Xbox and PlayStation games. Oct 14 is the official U.S. Release of Fifa ’09, and anyone who can tell you what is on Channel 401 is liable to make 2 stops after work – one to the store, one to their den…
Finally, a tech product that is useful.
“Mail Goggles” is dubbed as a breathalyzer for your email. This Gmail add-on makes it harder to send email when you are, um, not thinking clearly, by asking a series of math problems during the times you specify. If you get any of the questions wrong, Mail Goggles will say, “Water and bed for you. Or try again.”

You can enable this tool for your Gmail for free from Google Labs.
Adotas brings us word that Barack Obama is bringing his presidential campaign to the coolest phone (and presumably most influential trendsetters) on the planet, releasing an iPhone app that will enable supporters to easily reach out to friends and remind them to vote for their favorite candidate.
According ot the story, the app, “Call Friends,” organizes the user’s phonebook by state and gives each contact a status (called or not called). You can also use the app to find out where he stands on issues – and of course – enables people to donate to the campaign.
I will tell you one thing. I wouldn’t trust a lot of politicians to run a company’s mail room, but if Obama doesn’t become President, he would certainly be a heck of a CMO.
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