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Friday, August 27, 2021

When I recounted my beard-shaving incident, I neglected to mention one point of minor concern.

The day before I lost the goatee, I had managed to charm a cute little Aveda girl out of her phone number. (I met her in my company’s cafeteria, while we were both waiting for a sandwich — what a world.) I was going to call her tonight to see about doing something this weekend, maybe a movie.

Now, though, I admit I’m a little hesitant. In a way, I sold her a bill of goods by having facial hair when I met her, and showing up without it (or really, with a slight bit of stubble) could be offputting. I know she liked the goatee, because she commented on it a couple of times during the 10 minutes we chatted.

I was hoping to run into her again this week, so she could see the new look in a casual setting. No dice. I would just toss the number and take a chance on running into her again some other time, but….

Maybe I’ll just wait until next week to call her.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 08/27/2004 04:41 PM
Category: General
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So there are three flicks opening today in the Tampa Bay area that I want to see (in no particular order):

- Before Sunset: Definite date movie; I may be able to do something about that. It’s playing at the Beach Theatre, so it’s pretty much a dedicated trip all that way. There’s really not too much else to do on the beach (I’m long past the beach bar scene).
- Hero: Looks like a fun one! May be able to drag a friend to see it.
- A Home at the End of the World: One to see alone, I’m thinking. I’m not much of a Colin Farrell fan, but the story sounds good. Plus the ’80s setting is always a reliable hook for me.

Three movies may not seem like a lot, but shoehorning them into the 48 hours of weekly fun-fun time would be a challenge. I’ll be lucky to catch one of them either tomorrow or Sunday; after that, I’ll try to make time later next week.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 08/27/2004 04:23 PM
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Behold SmoothPour, the anti-chugging agent that will cut your sodabottle-pouring time in half.

Neat idea. The quest to cut down or eliminate “chugging” led to the fairly recent rollout of “widemouth” bottles and cans for beer. The principle is the same: Creating more room for the intake of air and output of liquid. You can make such container openings only so big, though, so the SmoothPour takes it to the next step: A separate air intake chamber that’s as unobtrusive as possible.

The main drawback that I can see is that it would impede the ability to drink directly from the bottle. That might be great for moms who want to discourage their kids from doing that with the family 2-litre, but it would be a pain for single-serve containers. Maybe it could be designed to be removable? I’m also guessing this would work only on plastic bottles, not glass (or aluminum, even — quite a robust week for bottle news!).

Inventor Dave Jaros is seemingly on the right track in getting this off the ground: Getting people to sign petitions, which would in turn impress manufacturers to add the SmoothPour into their bottle designs. Jaros himself notes that this is the only realistic way to bring it to market; it wouldn’t sell as a standalone product that people would have to buy separately.

However, his admiration of the Ronco model of product launch makes me nervous. I hope he doesn’t get frustrated with trying to convince bottlemakers, and decides to try selling this thing directly to the people. Even as a short-term strategy to demonstrate the product’s viability, it probably won’t work, and could give manufacturers a loophole to adopt some modification of the SmoothPour without paying Jaros anything.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 08/27/2004 12:56 PM
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I feel cheated. When I served as a juror on a murder trial last month, there was no celebrity serving with me, no media circus, no invitation to be on TV afterward, and no chef-prepared lunch.

But that’s because Oprah Winfrey got called for jury duty in Illinois, not Florida. So I’m sure it wasn’t personal.

”I didn’t feel like, ‘Oh, gee, I put somebody away,’ ” said Winfrey, who invited her fellow former jurors to stay after the show for a lunch prepared by her personal chef. “In the end, it just felt sad.”

Funny, that’s much the way I felt. I didn’t regret my participation at all, but immediately afterward, I definitely felt more drained than I did satisfied.

I’m not comparing myself to Oprah — I’m a couple billion dollars short — but it occurs to me that we made similar use of our murder-trial experience. I used it for blog fodder, and got some pretty good content from it. Oprah used it on her show, and got a good change-of-pace segment out of it. Each of us used our medium to look back and to find closure. And get a little more exposure, naturally.

Of course, after that our paths diverged, ever-so-slightly: Oprah went on to interview Gwyneth Paltrow and Jude Law. I went on to drain my car battery (again).

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 08/27/2004 10:24 AM
Category: Celebrity
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