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Monday, April 30, 2021

Given that the average MySpace or Second Life “friend” is, for practical purposes, nothing but an electronic ghost, you could do worse than adopting a deceased persona as your online avatar.

First of all, is there any real difference between a virtual person and a dead one? A virtual person does not really exist, even though it can do a bunch of things from buying virtual real estate to engaging in virtual conversations and exchanging virtual fluids. It can, in short, do only virtual things.

A dead person does not really exist, either, even though, unlike a virtual one, it has the benefit of having once actually existed, leaving a record behind that is much more tangible and meaningful than a virtual person. Like that virtual entity, the dead person can, at this point, do only virtual things.

So we must ask ourselves: are the virtual things that a virtual person is capable of doing any less “real” than the virtual things that a dead person can do?

Who knew it was an imperative to start networking now for the afterlife?

Thomas Edison’s legendary spirit phone/”psycho-phone” comes to mind as finally having a practical application here.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/30/2007 11:28:27 PM
Category: Creative, Internet
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When I starting regularly reading the New York Times, little did I realize that would one day lead to learning way more about the genitalia of a certain water fowl than I ever cared to know.

The champion phallus from this Meller’s duck is a long, spiraling tentacle. Some ducks grow phalluses as long as their entire body. In the fall, the genitalia will disappear, only to reappear next spring.

The anatomy of ducks is especially bizarre considering that 97 percent of all bird species have no phallus at all. Most male birds just deliver their sperm through an opening. Dr. Brennan is investigating how this sexual wonder of the world came to be.

Wait, it gets better:

A bird phallus is similar — but not identical — to a mammalian penis. Most of the time it remains invisible, curled up inside a bird’s body. During mating, however, it fills with lymphatic fluid and expands into a long, corkscrew shape. The bird’s sperm travels on the outside of the phallus, along a spiral-shaped groove, into the female bird.

The joke potentials are flooding over me: Everything from the duck’s renowned nasty disposition, to new meaning behind The Mighty Ducks, to what kept Daisy Duck so devoted to Donald.

But really, decorum demands that I stop here.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/30/2007 10:24:18 PM
Category: Science
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Sunday, April 29, 2021

hope you guessed my name
The above image is a crop of the October 2006 cover of German Vogue. What you see are two alluring, dark-haired beauties, striking a pose.

But look closer, and you’ll see a devil in the details:

In addition to it being a provacative, seething image I really love how the O and G in Vogue make devil horns on the girl on the left.

Feel free to fire up Laibach’s cover of “Sympathy For The Devil (Who Killed The Kennedys Mix)”, with its jarring use of female vocals, to get a fuller overall effect.

Was that sly bit of graphical manipulation intentional? I’d guess yes, even if it was only on the designer (vs. editorial) level. I’m wondering how many others, in Germany and beyond, noticed.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/29/2007 10:17:19 PM
Category: Fashion, Pop Culture, Publishing
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David shares some quality-control tips for properly sending emails:

(1) add the attachment to your message, (2) type the actual message, and finally (3) add the addresses in the TO: field. This will prevent you from sending an e-mail that is supposed to have an attachment but doesn’t…

The above isn’t quite the backward approach to filling out an email form, but it’s close. By asking that you craft your email by first focusing your attention on the content (the body of the letter plus any attachments), you’re working your way up the screen before finally hitting the “send” button.

This is counterintuitive. Regardless of whether you’re online, working on a Word document, viewing photos, or whatever, most people’s instinct is to start viewing their computer screen from the top, and then scan downward. (Westerners’ communicative standard calls for top-left-to-bottom-right as the default pattern, while Easterners generally follow top-right-to-bottom-left; but in both cases, the top of the document/viewing area is assumed to be where you start your media intake.) So you should expect the topmost part of a communication interface — i.e., an email form — to let you start in with the meat of your message.

And yet, most of use have screwed up in filling out email forms. Even those of us who’ve been using email for a decade or more will routinely forget to fill in the Subject: line (a step conspicuously ignored above), or forget to add the attachment, or commit some other fundamental flub. The wonder isn’t that we do it so often — it’s that we do it at all, given how much practice we’ve had with this communication channel.

I don’t know why new and redesigned email services persist in keeping a template form that apparently doesn’t lend itself to fairly automatic, near-effortless use. Instead of the traditional structure, which you’ll see on email services from Outlook to Yahoo! Mail:

To:
CC/BCC:
Subject:
Attachment:
Body:
[SEND]

Why not flip it around, to reflect the sender’s likely mental organization? Something like:

Body:
Attachment:
Subject:
To:
CC/BCC:
[SEND]

Keeping the “Send” button on the bottom is key; semantically, that’s the final, finishing step, so progressing to that point means the user is done with the prep work. But the rest of the fields should be rearranged, to follow what’s imperative to a sender when s/he wants to shoot a message to someone.

Like many other Internet protocols, I suspect the traditional email form structure was determined a couple of decades ago, and no one’s bothered to examine if it really is optimal for most people. Just because it’s been around for so long doesn’t mean it has to stick around, when most people just can’t seem to fully warm up to it.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/29/2007 08:50:14 PM
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trashy
The next time you’re in Washington DC, and you drop a quarter into one of those windup-crank toy-dispensing machines, and you wind up with a little plastic globe-ful of crumpled-up garbage — don’t be alarmed. (Odds are), you’ve stumbled upon Christopher Goodwin’s Trashball art installation.

Goodwin sort of takes the content in FOUND! Magazine and delivers it to his audience in three dimensions. The hands-on, urban-explorer experience for those who don’t actually want to stoop down and pick up the litter themselves, I suppose.

What might you find in a Trashball? Here’s a sampling from someone who’s bought about 50 of the little suckers:

“There’s an element of gambling to it,” said [Tom] Jennings, 42, a data technician. He has cracked open the orbs to find ephemera as varied as a crumpled-up Polaroid snapshot from the 1970s, a Danish coin and a canceled 1981 stamp from the African nation of Djibouti.

I have to say: On first glance of the photo above, I thought that the Trashballs were actually solid plastic or rubber orbs, with the found detritus trapped inside. Not sure why that occurred to me; I guess they seemed more like art pieces that way. I guess, in terms of a participatory artistic experience, it makes more sense the way Goodwin is actually packaging them.

All I know is that I’m making a mental note to scope out one of these dispensers for the next time I visit DC. No visit would be complete without retrieving one of these junky mementos.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/29/2007 07:25:53 PM
Category: Creative, Pop Culture
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I’m going to have to pick up a copy of Michael Chabon’s “The Yiddish Policemen’s Union”, just on the strength of this synopsis:

For the book, Mr. Chabon dug into New York’s underworld slang, filling in at spots with his own linguistic creations. A latke is a beat cop and a sholem is a gun — a bit of wordplay, as “sholem” in Yiddish means peace, and “piece” is slang for gun in English. The powerful local mafia is made up of Hasidic Jews with payess, long curling sidelocks. Along with the rest of Alaska’s Jews, they are part of what Jews living in the rest of America call “the Frozen Chosen.”

“The Frozen Chosen” might have come about had the King-Havenner Bill, a 1940 piece of Congressional legislation proposing an Alaskan homeland for Europe’s persecuted Jewry, come into law. Chabon’s book runs wild with this alternate history exercise, presenting a scenario in which 3 million refugees poured into Alaska Territory. In addition to transforming isolated towns like Sitka (chosen as the novel’s setting because Chabon thought its name “sounded Yiddish”), this counterfactual apparently took the Holocaust out of the equation during the Second World War; consequently, the establishment of Israel was never deemed necessary.

The option of being presented with an Arctic wasteland as refuge — a restricted, temporary one, at that — might seem like a backhanded form of salvation. But it wasn’t the only one floated before and during the war years. Madagascar, then a French colony, was also proposed as a dumping ground for Europe’s Jews, mainly for its isolation and distance from the Continent. The oddest one I heard about: In the 1930s, the Nazis actually considered working with Zionists to engineer a forced exodus of German Jews to Palestine, not only to uproot them, but also to establish a guaranteed export market for Germany in the face of European economic boycotts.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/29/2007 06:47:39 PM
Category: History, Publishing
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Saturday, April 28, 2021

I guess I’m the only person in the world (well, along with this guy) who isn’t in love with Alanis Morissette’s cover/parody of the Black Eye Peas’ “My Humps”.

Some see this down-tempo rendition, with accompanying goof-off music video, as a grand counter-statement to the glorification of sexual objectification and shallow imagery.

Me, I see it as pretentiousness, set to piano and Morissette’s warbling vocals.

Attempting to re-imbue lyrics with an ironically somber tone doesn’t really work when the song was silly to begin with. In fact, the original version should come off as over-the-top parody as well, provided you’re not hyper-critical. So when the object of the joke was an intentional joke to begin with, it really makes the exercise rather pointless.

But given the way this clip is burning up the Web, I can see this being but a starting point for Morissette. The plan is clear: She’s going to become the female/Canadian/emo version of Weird Al Yankovic!

Meaning we can look forward to her skewering, oh, The Pussycat Dolls next, with a strained rendition of “Buttons”. Assuming she continues to go after obvious straw-man targets.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 04/28/2007 06:53:34 PM
Category: Celebrity, Creative, Pop Culture
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Is it just me, or did this weekend’s 2007 NFL Entry Draft arrive with very little fanfare?

I’ve got the ESPN live coverage on, and it’s supposed to provide a timely dose of offseason football banter that should last until August’s preseason kicks off.

And yet… I’m really not feeling any excitement as the first round ticks down. Not even the artificially-hyped kind that Chris Berman and the other talking heads strive to create.

Maybe it’s the result of my not watching any college football this past fall. I’m familiar enough with what went down and around in the NCAA, but it didn’t seem like any players emerged as can’t-miss type prospects for the pros. JaMarcus Russell and Brady Quinn are about the closest it gets, and no one expects them to do much in the 2007 season.

For once, I’ll be curious to see what the ratings will be for ESPN’s hours-long coverage. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a significant dip from last year.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 04/28/2007 01:40:33 PM
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Friday, April 27, 2021

There was a time when I absolutely could not abide taking a nap. Far from refreshing me physiologically, a quickie sleep would actually make me more tired once I woke up. I felt as though I might as well just go ahead and pack it in for an extended several hours of regular slumber — but that’d be impractical in the middle of the day, which most people consider to be prime napping time.

Several years of chronic sleep-deprivation later, and now I nod off practically on command whenever I have a spare few minutes. I still don’t think it replenishes me, but I’ve got to get that REM time in somehow.

Maybe in lieu of lunch, I can make a workday habit of dropping in for a Yelo Power Nap. This Japanese-inspired concept allows you to rent out a sleeping pod for 20 to 40 minutes, for a rejuvenating spot of snooze. And it’s located on 57th Street near Columbus Circle, where I spend most of my office time. Couldn’t be more perfect.

I’ll see if those pods are big enough for more than single occupancy. I imagine the spa wouldn’t condone doubling up in their little sleepholes anyway — it would probably result in all sorts of sanitary issues.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/27/2007 08:41:26 PM
Category: New Yorkin'
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From the state that brought you the “bridge to nowhere” comes an undersea tunnel to — well, somewhere, anyway. The Bering Strait Tunnel Project is an ambitious $65-billion plan to link Siberia and Alaska via an undersea raillink.

The proposed 68-mile tunnel would be the longest in the world. It would also be the linchpin for a 3,700-mile railroad line stretching from Yakutsk - the capital of a gold- and mineral-rich Siberian region roughly the size of India - through extreme northeastern Russia, in waters up to 180 feet deep and into the western coast of Alaska. Winter temperatures there routinely hit minus 94 F.

This project would be more than twice as long as everyone’s current favorite underwater pipe, the Chunnel. And I have to think, probably a tenth of the charm: Galavanting between London and Paris, or slogging between Wales (Alaska) and Uelen (Russia).

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/27/2007 08:07:21 PM
Category: Political
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That’s the alleged joke title of an alleged cupcake college course that I heard about a decade ago, while toiling at a metropolitan newspaper sports desk. It had to do with instructing tender incoming Division I student-athletes on proper demeanor and interaction with the reporters that hound them before and after gametime.

I rather like it. If you don’t get the sly dig, I’m afraid I’m not in a charitable enough mood to enlighten you.

This comes to mind because today, as part of the array of skills I bring to the table as a marketing consultant, I expect to be immersed in various public relations maneuverings. And just yesterday, I jokingly referred to myself as a piece of meat. Although given my grizzled veteran status, I’m not exactly Grade A prime cut anymore.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 04/27/2007 08:25:56 AM
Category: Media, Sports
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Thursday, April 26, 2021

If you think sports metaphors are already rampant throughout the business world, just wait: The Entrepreneurial League System is an overt attempt to apply the professional sports minor-league talent development system to the care and feeding of small business owners.

The program is as tightly organized as any economic development initiative would be. The parallels to baseball (the cited minor-league sports model, even though hockey has a farm system to serve as inspiration — maybe for the Canadian edition?) are in the branding. Regional teams, complete with general managers, coaches and scouts, are set up, along with leagues: Rookie, Single A, Double A, Triple A. And indeed, the most fertile ground for this program has been in rural areas that don’t have the benefit of dense big-city business infrastructure.

I can’t wait to hear about the signing bonuses, entry drafts, holdouts, free-agent signings and other accoutrements that come with the pro-sports landscape! Some day, we can look forward to some Fortune 500 company going all-out to land a blue-chip entrepreneurial prospect, for the purposes of juicing up its depressed stock. I guess that’s better than the usual round of job cuts…

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 04/26/2007 11:23:45 PM
Category: Business, Sports
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Reality television certainly is popular — a reliable source of watercooler fodder. But is that the main reason why the powers-that-be have doubled down on them, instead of traditional scripted programming?

Harvard professor emeritus Richard E. Caves, in his book “Switching Channels: Organization and Change in TV Broadcasting”, makes almost the opposite argument: As the viewing audience for traditional broadcast networks fragments and gravitates toward cable and Internet, the economics in producing traditional programming makes less sense.

The programming is a fixed cost — networks pay for the programs even if nobody watches. If paying an extra $1 million to get a star onto a show, for example, raises every customer’s love of the show by the equivalent of $1, the investment more than pays off if there are 10 million potential viewers. But the $1 million investment would be a terrible flop if there were 10,000 potential viewers…

With the big shift to cable and satellite television (we now watch more cable than broadcast programs), cable networks have had a big incentive to upgrade their product, while the incentive for broadcast networks has moved in the opposite direction.

So the increase in reality programming is not just a matter of broadcasters wanting to save money. It’s that a shrinking potential market gives the networks less incentive to spend money. They can’t recoup it with enough viewers.

But this doesn’t explain why cable networks are flooded with so many reality shows as well. If anything, this indicates how much trending accounts for strategic decisions in television programming: It’s assumed that ABC, CBS, FOX, and NBC will continue to bleed away viewers, and so the cost-cutting is implemented now.

More importantly, those viewers aren’t going to congregate to an equivalent handful of cable network equivalents — the audience will remain fragmented across dozens of niche channels. Certain events, like Super Bowls, will score tons of viewers in one shot, but those will be exceptions. Plus, the Web will continue to siphon away eyeballs from cable as well as broadcast. So there’s no inverse trending toward cable, and so channels there follow course and keep their production costs low as well, leading to even more reality shows.

And advertising ties it all together. The buy-in from sponsors ensures that lower production values will fly. There’ll be a bottoming out, looping back to audience preferences, but as long as the ad money keeps flowing, the business will hum. The opportunity for niche-audience product targeting only sweetens the deal.

So the explosion of cable channels led to the rise of “Survivor” and the like. As YouTube and other user-generated/submitted content sites draw more eyeballs, the race to the bottom hasn’t ended yet.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 04/26/2007 10:00:52 PM
Category: Business, Internet, Reality Check
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Wednesday, April 25, 2021

Yes, the above is a fairly stupid headline. But it’s apt enough to describe how books targeted for stay-at-home-moms may get the mommyblogosphere buzzing, but don’t fly off the bookstore shelves.

Recent mommy books that have not lived up to the promise of their publicity include Sylvia Ann Hewlett’s “Creating a Life: Professional Women and the Quest for Children,” which sold only 11,000 copies in hardcover and 2,000 in paperback, according to BookScan, despite the book’s appearance on “60 Minutes,” “The Oprah Winfrey Show” and the covers of Time and New York magazines.

And last year Caitlin Flanagan’s “To Hell With All That: Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife,” a collection of essays that said, among other things, that when a woman works, something is lost, generated a media and Internet frenzy, but sold only 9,000 copies in hardcover, according to BookScan.

It’s a case of the marketing blitz imparting enough teaser information to spark a reliable font of online reaction. Trouble is, all that second-hand user-generated content then mushrooms, to the point where the large casual audience gets its fill of the object of debate, without having to actually crack open the book.

In a sense, it’s the ultimate aggregation of content for a group that sees online media as the only outlet that fits their schedule. SAHMs don’t have much time to sit down and read a book, but they’ve got time to scan through a blog post that summarizes it. Whether or not the summary is based on an actual reading of said book is incidental — all that counts is that it’s from a trusted and kindred mommyblogger.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 04/25/2007 10:30:27 PM
Category: Bloggin', Publishing
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Who knew the late great Sassy Magazine was such a pacesetter for Girl Nation circa 1990?

Sassy was the antithesis of the homecoming queen, please-your-boyfriend culture. It published articles about suicide and STDs while Seventeen was still teaching girls how to get a boy to notice you.

Although Sassy folded in 1994, its readers remember it well. The generation of women that was influenced by the magazine went on to create a new batch of Sassy-inspired publications like Bitch, Bust, and Venus.

Actually, I think Jane Magazine is the most direct descendant. The edgy pubs cited above are for grown-up Sassystanis. Although even they would dig a look at the never-published “lost” last issue of the old mag.

Perhaps the final insult to Sassy: URLs for a modern incarnation currently point to an online babywares store and some lame school-approved Hawaiian teen journal. The Sass is out of gas…

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 04/25/2007 10:06:31 PM
Category: Pop Culture, Publishing, Women
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To celebrate the paperback release of “100 Bullshit Jobs… And How to Get Them”, author Stanley Bing is putting half of it online.

Some occupations are no-brainers for this list: Construction-site flag waver, life coach, and of course, Donald Trump. Note that the “bullshit” designator doesn’t rely upon salary figure; the lowly crumber (crumber??) and the high-flying EVP New Media have equal standing on this dubious scale.

I note with pride that my two current gigs make the list: Consultant and blogger. Of course, I’m getting paid for only one (guess which), so I guess I’m bullshitting at only half-capacity.

Bing invites you to submit your own idea of bullshit employment. I’m tempted to send in “being Stanley Bing”, but I’m sure I’d be No. 52,893 or thereabouts.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 04/25/2007 08:42:01 PM
Category: Business, Comedy, Publishing
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Tuesday, April 24, 2021

When the 2007 edition of the Cyberstates report, a state-by-state detailing of the tech industry, came out today, I’ll bet Florida economic boosters winced when they read this quip by AeA president William T. Archey regarding the Sunshine State’s robust job growth in this sector:

“It’s diffused and there’s no identity to go along with it — you don’t think of Florida as a high-tech state,” Archey said. “I keep thinking the Florida Chamber of Commerce needs to get its act together and start promoting this.”

The joke is that Florida has, indeed, tried to promote itself as a tech-friendly mecca. Using NASA’s presence at Cape Canaveral as a base, the state launched the Florida High-Tech Corridor initiative more than a decade ago, specifically to get the word out. The hope was to spur economic diversification beyond the traditional pillars of tourism and agriculture — at least perceptionally.

That the head of a prominent technology association hasn’t gotten the message means some folks in Tallahassee are heading back to the drawing board.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/24/2007 10:37:53 PM
Category: Business, Florida Livin', Tech
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While the planet Krypton remains fictional, kryptonite is now discovered to be real — sorta:

“Towards the end of my research I searched the Web using the mineral’s chemical formula, sodium lithium boron silicate hydroxide, and was amazed to discover that same scientific name written on a case of rock containing kryptonite stolen by Lex Luthor from a museum in the film Superman Returns,” [mineral expert Chris] Stanley said.

The material is white, powdery and not radioactive — unlike the glowing green crystals usually depicted in the Superman comics. It will be formally named Jadarite when it is described in the European Journal of Mineralogy later this year.

So Stanley found white kryptonite — which is, indeed, one of the rainbow chunks of Krypton. It won’t faze ol’ Kal-El, but apparently it kills plants dead. So even though it’s allegedly not radioactive… I wouldn’t use it to decorate your garden.

Now get to work on finding the other krypto-strains! I, for one, will pay top dollar for some of that sweet-sweet jewel kryptonite!

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 04/24/2007 10:11:23 PM
Category: Pop Culture, Science
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Monday, April 23, 2021

If any “edgy” disc jockeys on America’s airwaves somehow thought that the Don Imus fiasco didn’t apply to them — watch out. CBS Radio today suspended the hosts of WFNY-New York’s “The Dog House With JV and Elvis” after their prank phone calls to a Chinese restaurant — which were predictably rife with ethnic and sexual slurs — brought the beginnings of an advocacy group-led boycott movement.

Now, I’m not blind to the context here. So soon after Imus, CBS wasn’t going to allow a second on-air incident to explode and scare off even more advertisers; the suspensions were a no-brainer. And while the targeted group has a right to be insulted, I’m not crazy about the stifling of expression that this fosters. And I’ll reiterate the raw deal that radio stations typically mete out in such situations: They push their shock jocks to push the envelope, but unceremoniously dump them the second there’s significant negative reaction.

Cynicism abounds! All that said:

If the post-Imus era brings about the demise of all these idiotic morning-zoo crudefests, I won’t shed any tears. I’m sure this current climate will be short-lived, but one can hope.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/23/2007 10:36:15 PM
Category: Radio
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color meIf there’s a more condescending advertising campaign than the one for Sundance Channel’s “The Green”, I’d like to see it.

Actually I wouldn’t. Because this one is insulting enough.

At left is an example of one of the more prominent poster-bill installations for this miniseries; about a dozen placements can be found in a Grand Central Terminal passageway. They share the same format: A large headshot, with the person expressing either befuddlement or neutral pleasantness, and a printed quotation along these lines:

“I thought ‘climate change’ meant heading south for the winter.”

“My daughter thinks my checkbook is a ‘renewable resource’.”

“I thought my ‘carbon footprint’ had to do with my shoe size.”

I’m guessing Sundance was shooting for goofy, non-threatening humor to put across an offer to eco-educate people who might not otherwise take in conservation programming.

But here’s how it comes across to me: The general population, as represented by these talking heads, is hopelessly ignorant about even the most basic terms in the environmental debate. So let Robert Redford grant some enlightenment on these naive slobs, because they sure can’t do it themselves!

I mean, are we really supposed to swallow that most people are unfamiliar with things like global warming and greenhouse gases? Maybe these ads would have resonated in the ’70s and ’80s, when environmental issues weren’t yet mainstream issues in the U.S. But now, after a couple of decades of media saturation on the issues? Sure, most people aren’t deeply involved with the ins-and-outs of the green movement. But to suggest that the average person has never gotten wind of the vocabulary is a major disconnect.

Compound that with the Redford-Sundance element. I usually don’t buy the Hollywood-elitism paranoia that some use to interpret every single media item. But I tell ya, I’m hard-pressed to take this any other way. It’s like the entertainment industry, as represented by Redford, thinks no one outside their circles “get” this message, and so dumb it down to the extreme.

Overall, a big miss. It makes Sundance come off like it’s doing the masses a favor by letting them in on this programming. Doesn’t seem like an inviting message for tuning in.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 04/23/2007 09:44:12 PM
Category: Advert./Mktg., Political, TV
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Sunday, April 22, 2021

A little bit of Census-parsing and neighborhood-gerrymandering, and you have a bold demographic declaration for Lower Manhattan: A reverse-flip of the New York’s common (and commonly-perceived) male-female ratio:

Since 2000, men, mostly between ages 25 and 44, have accounted for more than three-fourths of the population increase in Lower Manhattan. As a result, according to a special census calculation, the sex ratio there increased to 126 men per 100 women in 2005, from 101 men per 100 women in 2000. In the rest of Manhattan, and in the city over all, there were only 90 men for every 100 women.

A veritable meat-market for the ladies! Too bad these same guys — mostly analysts and stockbrokers — spend 18 hours a day with their eyes glued to the exchange tickers. As a guy prowling the 90/100 sectors of the City, I’m not too worried about the competition.

Then again, I can’t compete with the real-estate developer response to this high-density man ‘hood. The William Beaver House, due to be ready for habitation next year, is being marketed as the ultimate male hangout/chick magnet in LoMan. But initial reactions to the concept indicates a distinctly pervy vibe oozing out of the building.

Ladies, you might want to think twice before venturing into Manhattan’s nether regions.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 04/22/2007 10:37:54 PM
Category: New Yorkin'
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