Sunday, May 1, 2016

Apologies and jingles

A lot of apologies have been running around these days, from the CEO of Volkswagen who pleaded the US government to be “gentle” since so many honest jobs are on the hook to the Pentagon that offered a mea culpa regarding the tragic bombing of the Afghan hospital in a 3000 page report detailing some 16 errors that were determined to be mistakes but not criminal.

On a lighter note an apology  I would like to share with you a story that involves Finish Powerball soap tablets.
To those of you who still hand wash this might not mean much but the powerball tablets are a game changer in the industry. Whereas before one had to add salt to soften the water today the tablets include in the ball a dose of salt. The other day, getting ready to wash my dishes, the tablet I took was without a powerball and this being the last tablet in the bag put me in a state: I went ahead and did the wash but I couldn't rinse the incident out of my head. Finally I decided to write to Finish; I explained the situation and this is the reply I got.


Picture showing Powerball tablet with and without Powerball. Courtesy of Library of Congress, 2012


Dear cherished customer,
We are so pleased that you use our Finish product that we are not sure where to start with the compliments. People think that Finished is “finished” but every day we go about making Finish, a better product. We have forwarded your letter to our R&D department that has promised to examine and reexamine how the powerball may have dislodged from it’s tablet. To offer a token of our appreciation we would like to invite you to a week of dishwasher washing at the annual dishwasherthon in Endsall, Finland. We can only hope that after this event you will be even more convinced that our product is the best in the world. 

Arnold Gent

Finally I would like to apologize for members who today were awaiting their windfall profits. Our poetry insurance subscription increased 400% which would have translated to a paycheck of 15.000 ch francs each only that the capital gains were invested in Volkswagen and now we owe 250.000 each to help pay Matthias Muller’s bonus and his coach who is working on his apology presentations to various heads of state. (VW’sCEO) 



Another major recent event this week was the passing of Les Waas, Adman who became famous for the Mr Softee jingle.

Les Waas was born to a father who provided costumes for theatre and his mother was a sheet metal worker.
As a child he hated all cereals but when he his parent played him a 1926 jingle of Wheaties he immediately asked them to buy it.



Have you tried Wheaties?
They’re whole wheat with all of the bran.
Won’t you try Wheaties?
For wheat is the best food of man.
They’re crispy and crunchy
The whole year through,
The kiddies never tire of them
and neither will you.
So just try Wheaties,

The best breakfast food in the land.


Not much is known about Les Waas' private life but in her radio show with Donald Trump Sarah Palin rightfully noted that both Waas and Softee had double consonants in their names however, Trump politely corrected her by pointing at her breasts and saying two vowels babe”.

When asked about some of his influences Les Waas names the Slinky, Mr Clean and of course Aeroplane Jelly as having changed his views on jingles.
"I always knew that a jingle was a powerful medium" said Les, "but both in Slinky and Mr Clean the message goes beyond the target; it reaches to the parents and the opposite gender (in Mr Clean)to propose a cleaner house. Who would have thought that a white bald man could show a housewife how to clean? Who would have thought that a slinky could "bounce like a clown?" In Aeroplane Jelly, on the other hand, it is the innocence coupled with mystery, like the Mona Lisa, that makes this Jello Jingle irresistible."


Slinky
Who walks the stairs without a care It shoots so high in the sky. 
Bounce up and down just like a clown 
Everyone knows its Slinky. 
The best present yet to give or get The kids will all want to try. 
The hit of the day when you are ready to play 
Everyone knows it's Slinky.  

It's Slinky, It's Slinky for fun the best of the toys. 
It's Slinky, It's Slinky the favorite of girls and boys.


Mr. Clean will clean up dirt; grime; grease in just 1 minute!
Mr. Clean will clean your whole house; everything that's in it!
Floors doors, walls, halls, white sideboard tyres, and old golf balls!
Sinks, stoves, bathtubs he'll do, he'll even help with the laundry too!
Q. Can he clean the kitchen sink?
A. Quicker than a wink!
Q. Can he clean a window sash?
A. Faster than a flash!
Q. Can he clean a dirty mirror?
A. He makes it bright and cleaner!
Q. Can he clean a diamond ring?
A. Mr Clean can clean anything.



Aeroplane Jelly
I like Aeroplane Jelly
Aeroplane Jelly for me.
I like it for dinner.
I like it for tea.
A little each day is a good recipe.
The quality is high as the name will imply.
And it's made from pure fruit, one more reason why.
I like Aeroplane Jelly. Aeroplane Jelly for me.



But let's take a closer look at Mr Softee. So famous it became that laws had to be  made to limit the playing of the jingle. In 1992 Softee trucks were allowed to play Mr Softee only six times in a row and only when moving. In 2004 the US army used a fleet of Mr Softee Ice cream trucks against the Taliban. The Taliban, until they mustered effective earplugs, fled in large numbers as loud speaker offered the "creamiest dreamiest soft ice cream". 
Prince the musician love softies so much his first writing of Purple Rain was "Purple softee" although in his song "Cream", a erotically charged hit, Mr Softee was all over the place.

I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
I only wanted one time to see you laughing
I only wanted to see you laughing with a purple softee

Purple Softee purple Softee
Purple Softee purple Softee
Purple Softee purple Softee

I only wanted to see you eating a purple softee

It is an honour to honour one of the greatest jingle writers America has produced -just consider the thousands of Mr Softee truck drivers -some without drivers licences- who made an honest living thanks to the success of the jingle. We hope in these dark moments new jingle writers will be encouraged to jingle jangle and fingle fangle because jingles bring this country together and they sing to all walks of life.

Here comes Mister Softee
The soft ice cream man.
The creamiest, dreamiest soft ice cream,
You get from Mister Softee.
For a refreshing delight supreme
Look for Mister Softee.
My milkshakes and my sundaes
And my cones are such a treat.
Listen for my store on wheels
Ding-a-ling down the street.
The creamiest dreamiest soft ice cream,
You get from Mister Softee.


Sunday, April 17, 2016

A drop in the ocean

When I heard today that the Pope took 12 Syrian refugees home from the Island of Lesbos
He invoked the words of Mother Theresa

We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.



I said,

Forget the apostles, tomorrow I'm taking 13!


I don't know what the Pope intends
But I will break the bread with these refugees and one day hope
These victims of war can forget man's brutality in favour of
Spreading the gospel of Art and Love


Then I got a call on the phone, it was the Pope who told me that
Balancing the world's interests has always been an act reserved for the Astute Acrobat
Only a few can see advantages upside down
Taking home 12 or 13 didn't matter
And I could swear he said this with a frown



"My eyes are lucid" said the Pope to my outreaching ears
"And to stretch out and shake hands of adults and children
That others seem to vilify takes little effort and few tears"



When he hung up I thought it but a daydream
Only the news flashed again reminding me of those intense faces, full of hope and anxiety

Yet I was feeling anxious as well
I knew this was not the first or last refugee crisis
In the l680s Louis XIV kicked some 200,000 Huguenots out of France 
 Just because they were Protestant


And even in earlier times if you belonged to a clan and
You were different
A male unable to hunt
A female unable to weave
Consequences were rude


Was it possible that modern society's humanitarian drains of empathy were clogged?
Was it possible that our uplifting spirit was fading into a smog?
Was it possible that our ocean couldn't care for "that missing drop"?






Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Blurring reality

My doctor said that I shouldn't walk downstairs with my new glasses
The steps could become blurry

I said that's ok
At work they call me the "Smudger"
I becloud what once was
Focused into
A nebulous disorder of
Disenchanted pixels

From my desk on a daily basis I becloud

Cow tags to




Clownfish




Who are all in search of guarding their privacy

Just like a secluded, enchanted forest
That needn't balsa bashers who tip toe into the timber
With tree-hugging ambitions!


But then there are the Teddy Bears that I diligently befog their misty surroundings
To protect them from their whereabouts as
They may fall prey to kidnappers, torturers or simply vandals


Smudging isn't only a fad of the day
When the Parthenon was first built
The architect Phidias is rumoured to have wished that the Goddess Athena,
The Goddess of Wisdom and Strength,
See it after a bleary, sleepless night so as not
To appreciate its imperfections.



The Goddess Athena after a rough night, circa 437 BC


One of the first photoshopped images and example of blurring, circa 432 BC*

But even Einstein



When he first discovered his theory of relativity smudged
The curvature of spacetime representing operational forces of gravity




Because in those days his family said that he took an anticlimactic dive
Today he would have listened to DJ Khaled's minute on motivation


And moved on to the next theory.

Still some things not travelling at the speed of light travel so fast that they appear
Blurred
The puck of a hockey player that has been wacked on
With full follow through using body, weight and stick
Is rarely clear to the naked eye


And morally and ethically should it ever be unblurred?
Would the puck not lose its status as a MOOI (moving object over ice)?


And so if you are offended or not 
I shall go back to my chores and my mission
To blur where no one can blur
To smudge where no one has smudged 

I choose from my palet my tools 
Just like Leonardo would chose his colours and brushes
And I smudge and smudge and smudge.



*Find attributed to archeologist Langola

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

FBI love song to Apple











 Based on the song, “You Don't Bring Me Flowers”
Barbra Streisand & Neil Diamond
1978


[FBI:]
You don't 
bring me code
You don't sing me love songs
[Apple:]
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you run through that text at the end of the day...
[FBI:]
I remember when you couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to decipher me
Now after cracking the whip late at night
[Apple:]
When it's good for you, babe
And you're finally in a plight 
[FBI:]
When you just roll over and turn out the light...
And you don't bring me code anymore
[Apple:]
It used to be so artificial
[FBI:]
It used to be...





[Apple:]
To talk about forever
[FBI:]
Mmm...
[Apple:]
But the judge says it don't count anymore
She just lay on the floor
Till we encrypt our customers away
[FBI:]
And baby I remember all the things you taught me
[Apple:]
I taught you how to double slash I taught you how to
[FBI:]
Laugh and cry!Well, I sure know now how to lie
[Apple:]
So you think I could show you the fucking door?
[FBI:]
So you think I ditch an say u goodbye?
You don't bring me code any more...
[Both:]
Well, you think I could learn  to say “encrypt me”...
[Neil:]
'Cause you don't say you need me;
[FBI:]
You don't crack me phones;
[Both:]


You don't bring me code anymore...


Saturday, January 23, 2016

Sarah Palin speaks about David Bowie

The first part of the reading will offer a literary appraisal of David Bowie through Palin’s thinking (she lent the Radiant Elephant her Brain for just a few minutes). This will be followed by a new version of Modern Love .

Hiiii y’all, u ready for some literature talky talky ‘bout Boowie?  U Diamond Dog Scary oxygen Creeps thinking hunky dory life on Mars is better than in America! U thought I’m shying way from literati those bunch of banana creepers who struggle to make nonsense out of a country such as great as ours! Well, people, Bowie wasn’t ‘merican but neither was Byron or Winston Churchill! U know, Bowie struggled cause his name was Jones or sumptin and so he took the name of Jim Bowie, OUR AMERICAN HERO and guess what? People listening, not listening, just picking your noses he go-zes and writes Scary Monsters, ya ya know, “I’ve never done good things, I’ve never done bad things, I never done anything out of the blue” I bet u didn't know I knew that one so he goes dressed in lipstick and this video u know like he’s in water up and into his chest and walking but taking I mean singing and the water up to hear but going down slowly I say give the guy a lifesaver like he’s gonna drown! But Bowie, he no trapper, he not from Alaska where I come from and can float in a swim hole in Alaska, ha ha! git it! ha ha! But that’s not it,it goes, 
Mom always said, to get things done, you better not mess with Major Tom, and like Messssed up! this become so dam famous I’ve been rolling in white bear butter floundering up seawalls ever since! And so they walk off into the sunset -in this video and all and then I’m thinking but not pondering that Bowie and Byron both have a B in their name and Byron today would be 228 years and five days but Bowie much younger and they both from London and Byron lived near the Palladium where Bowie played in 1969 and he played but some say tuned or zoned out too, he smashed up with Space Oddity, Wow! Odd u call it? Felling like a marshmallow only I’m just sooo proud here to tell you that Princess Margeret of Snowdon -not Edward but the other one- well he I mean she fell in love with Captain Townshend who, who had nothing to do with the WHO because he flew RAF Hurricane during WWII and shot down a German Heinkel 111 —give a hand to the man everybody (clap, clap, clap) So you know Byron was a fighter and so was Bowie and his mother Catherine was taking to the bottle going gulp a gulp but Byron felt no love but Bowie and his father wasn’t drinking only he did drugs later and Captain Mad Jack was abusive back, back in the 18th century so his wife kept drinking -not Bowie- and she’s like going through moooood swings and her boy, u know, Byron? well listen he goes gay with this dude Thomas and he writes these lines,

Ah! Sure some stronger impulse vibrates here,
Which whispers friendship will be doubly dear
To one, who thus for kindred hearts must roam,
And seek abroad, the love denied at home.

People, he -Byron- writes this tutti fruity outta closet love lines could get his head chopped off u know at that time no kaMart, not Target, no AR M15s nothing so he falls in love and then David Bowie he writes Modern love not the same day but maybe 2 centuries later and here it is only it’s been tweaked a little to make it more or less squiggable because love is a big subject and u know that so here, ha ha, it goes:




Modern Love by Byron, Bowie and Lang.

I know when to go out
And when to stay in
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush 
I’d sinn

I catch a paper boy  (high pitch)
And dazzle at his deep-blue eyes

But things don't really change
I'm standing in the wind

And my soul of melancholy Gentleness 
Gleams like a Seraph from the sky descending,

But I never wave bye-bye
But I try, I try


There's no sign of life
Above all pain, pitying  distress; 
At once such majesty sweetness blending, 
I worship more, but cannot love thee less.

It's just the power to charm
I'm lying in the rain
But I never wave hallelujah 
But I try, I try
Never gonna fall for starry skies

(Modern love) walks beside me
(Modern love) Which heaven’s gaudy day denies me

(Modern love) gets me to the church on time

(Church on time) terrifies me
(Church on time) Soft as the last drops round Heaven's party

(Church on time) puts my trust in God and man
(God and man) tell of days in goodness spent,

(God and man) no religion
(God and man) A heart whose love is innocent! 
It's just the power to charm
I'm still standing in the wind
But I never wave bye bye
But I try, I try

Never gonna fall for
(Modern love) walks beside me
(Modern love) Which heaven’s gaudy day denies me
(Modern love) gets me to the church on time
(Church on time) terrifies me
(Church on time) Soft as the last drops round Heaven's party

(Church on time) puts my trust in God and man
(God and man) no confessions
(God and man) no religion
(God and man) don't believe in modern love





Wednesday, December 23, 2015