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Sunday, September 30, 2021

Long ago, I confessed an irrational distaste for shipping charges from online purchases.

My attitude seems more justified in light of the business practices of Web photo service Shutterfly. The company relies on its shipping cost structure to make money:

Which gets us back to [outgoing Shutterfly chairman Jim] Clark’s departure and his “manufacturing” comments and why they may be relevant: A hefty and increasing chunk of Shutterfly’s revenue doesn’t come from products, but instead from the amount Shutterfly charges for shipping. If you are like me, you probably assumed that when you buy something online the cost of shipping is merely a pass-through from FedEx Corp., United Parcel Service Inc., DHL International Ltd. or the U.S. Postal Service.

But at Shutterfly, those shipping fees also are a profit center; the company is currently only profitable in its fourth quarter. “We do make money on it,” says Judith McGarry, director of investor relations. While not disclosing just how profitable it is, Shutterfly does acknowledge that shipping is a “significant” revenue generator that for the first nine months of 2006 generated 23% of sales before ending the year at 20%, up from 19% the year before. That compares with 5.3% at Amazon.com Inc., which unlike Shutterfly also discloses shipping costs.

Call it what it is: A ripoff. Shutterfly pays a fixed cost to carriers to send out the prints, so anything they charge over that amount is an artificial markup.

Actually, I don’t know why this article uses a blanket statement like “shipping fees”. For decades, mail order businesses have used the “shipping and handling” as the standard catch-all. I’d always assumed that the “shipping” part was the inflexible cost, and the “handling” was whatever the vendor felt like extracting from the customer (above the minimal stocking, packaging and other work actually needed to get the purchase ready for shipping). It sounds like Shutterfly is taking massive liberties with that handling charge.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 09/30/2007 11:38:37 PM
Category: Business, Internet, Photography
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One of the Internet’s longer-running movie debates concerns Blade Runner. While plenty of elements of the film are subject to interpretation, the biggest point of contention is, easily, whether or not the protagonist, Inspector Deckard (played by Harrison Ford) was a replicant.

With the release of Ridley Scott’s self-proclaimed “Final Cut” of the film, the issue is settled:

The film’s theme of dehumanization has also been sharpened. What has been a matter of speculation and debate is now a certainty: Deckard, the replicant-hunting cop, is himself a replicant. Mr. Scott confirmed this: “Yes, he’s a replicant. He was always a replicant.”…

In the last scene of Mr. Scott’s version, Deckard leads Rachael out of his apartment. He notices an origami figure of a unicorn on the floor. A fellow cop has often left such figures outside replicants’ rooms. In an earlier scene, Deckard was thinking about a unicorn. Looking at the cutout now, he realizes that the authorities know what’s in his mind, that the unicorn is a planted memory, that he’s a replicant and that he and Rachael are both now on the run. They get into the elevator. The door slams. The end.

One thing about the NYT article by Fred Kaplan: It doesn’t get reaction from Harrison Ford. I don’t find this too surprising. I always felt that Ford has tried to live down his science-fiction movie past, to the extent the man most identified as Han Solo can. Had he continued to do movies with similar themes, he would have been typecast right out of the leading-man roles that later made him a major Hollywood big-budget star. Blade Runner failure at the box office was a blessing in that regard, and its later ascent into cult status was something from which Ford was better off disassociating himself.

Still, it turns out that Ford did indirectly inject himself in the Deckard-as-replicant debate, one last time:

Wired: Harrison Ford is on record saying Deckard is not a replicant.

Scott:Yeah, but that was, like, 20 years ago. He’s given up now. He said, “OK, mate. You win! Anything! Just put it to rest.”

So it’s settled, then.

I’ll have to catch the Final Cut at the Ziegfeld this week. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen any version of the movie, and a meticulously remastered and re-clarified version will be a treat!

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 09/30/2007 09:52:16 PM
Category: Movies
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Saturday, September 29, 2021

medium of a message
This is the scene behind the bar at The Bowery Poetry Club, on (of course) the Bowery downtown. I captured it with my Nikon D80 camera on loan from MWW Group, and that being the case, you can also view a larger, uncropped version on Flickr.

Congrats to you if you got the in-joke that’s scrawled onto that countertop television set. It is, of course, a paraphrased play on the first line of Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl”:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness…

The syntax may be ever so slightly off, but “I’ve seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by television” is an apt parody. Having the junky little TV set plugged in and displaying a perpetual screen of snowy static is an addition nice touch. The volume should have been on too, but I imagine that would get real old real fast for the bartenders.

Appropriately enough, I ordered an “Allen ‘Gin’-sberg”, one of their signature drinks, while taking this photo. I got some heat for it for some reason. They wouldn’t tell me what was in it aside from the gin, but what I got was a stoplight-colored layered cocktail: Red on bottom, clear in the middle, blueish-green on top. Tasty.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/29/2007 03:06:26 PM
Category: History, New Yorkin', Photography
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Think the Peace Corps is just for wayward college grads looking for overseas exposure? More and more retirees are seeking out volunteer gigs with the organization, and they’re being welcomed:

Organizations like the Peace Corps are actively targeting older Americans and baby boomers for international volunteerism. Five percent of Peace Corps volunteers are over the age of 50, and in an effort to increase this percentage over the next three years, the Peace Corps recently launched a new section specifically aimed at older Americans on its Web site.

At first this flies in the face of traditional perceptions of the Peace Corps. Indeed, from the establishment of the organization during the Kennedy administration, it was positioned as a showcase for America’s young people — a shining example of what this country outputs on a socioeconomic level. (Not to mention what it can do in soft-selling U.S. foreign policy.)

There’s going to be no shortage of that in the years to come. But for a lot of younger people, the option of “taking off” for a couple of years, when college loans and other economic pressures are more immediate, doesn’t make sense. Despite the business-leveragable skills that a Peace Corps stint can impart, it’s difficult to not enter the workforce as soon as you can in order to start making money and build a career.

That’s why older folks would be an ideal alternative to fill the slots. They generally can’t take the harsher environments that some assignments warrant, but they’ve got the time and the accumulated knowledge to make their contributions to the Corps valuable. It’s almost an ideal fit.

I guess I can mark this down as something to explore when I hit retirement age, in another three decades. It’ll probably be here before I know it.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/29/2007 02:22:29 PM
Category: Political, Society
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Friday, September 28, 2021

exit hereIn the beginning, the IRT and other portions of the New York City subway system were privately-owned.

The Depression killed off those business ventures. If you think the time is ripe for another go at the idea, these discarded subway signs are waiting for you on Houston Street. Heck, maybe with the mounting outrage over proposed MTA fare hikes in 2008, a private tube would be embraced — assuming it doesn’t go belly-up within the first few days.

This scene photographed by me just a few days ago, as part of the MWW Group’s Nikon D80 Picture This Project, naturally. Click here or above to embiggen.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 09/28/2007 08:26:30 AM
Category: History, New Yorkin', Photography
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Thursday, September 27, 2021

If New York’s once-infamous Times Square can get de-smutty-fied, I guess any den of iniquity can. No doubt inspired by the Manhattan makeover, Amsterdam’s city elders are funding real-estate acquisitions that aim to gentrify the world-renown Red Light District right out of existence.

What’s the world coming to, when no corner of the globe is safe for seediness to thrive?

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/27/2007 11:31:00 PM
Category: History, New Yorkin', Society
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ups and downs
Extraterrestrial package delivery via a 19-mile-long fishing line? That was the concept behind a joint Russo-European experiment to use a length of super-strong Dyneema fiber to drop cargo from low-Earth orbit to landfall:

In the experiment, the Fotino, held in a metal brace by straps, was to be shot out from the Foton-M3 spacecraft with springs as the tether gradually unwound, swinging the capsule forward into a lower orbit about 18 miles below.

About 2½ hours later, after gravity takes firm hold and the entire unit swings in a vertical position below the spacecraft, the Fotino is then released from its straps and glides through the atmosphere for about 20 minutes before a parachute deploys and the sphere bumps to a landing in the steppes of the Central Asian nation of Kazakhstan.

Unfortunately, the tether failed to fully unwind, and the experiment crapped out.

What’s the point of large-scale slingshot, anyway? With the surface-to-space elevator (which I like to call The Umbilicus) in development for a 2019 debut, it seems like the market is cornered on vaguely-silly space conveyances.

by Costa Tsiokos, Thu 09/27/2007 08:07:56 AM
Category: Creative, Science, TV
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Wednesday, September 26, 2021

black day
I have to admit, upon reading about the death of Chicago Blackhawks owner Bill Wirtz today, my first thoughts turned to the corrosive effect he had on the NHL team.

I didn’t feel right about trashing someone when the corpse was hardly cold. But someone closer to the situation did, and managed to do it without being overly vindictive.

Well, mostly:

I know it sounds insensitive, but if we are going to pass ourselves off as being in the truth business, then the truth is that the greatest impediment to the Hawks success was the Hawks owner, one of the worst in sports history from a fan’s standpoint and the man who almost singlehandedly killed hockey interest in this city. Rich, stubborn and backward, Wirtz’s business practices were rooted in another century, protecting the laughable concept of “season reservation holders.” In fact, you will probably see more of the man’s funeral on home television than you saw of his team. Truth is truth.

With more voices than usual predicting a more successful season for ‘Hawks this year, I guess the players have one more motivating factor to inspire them.

I’m sure this has been covered in other reports on Wirtz’s passing, but a few ancillary notes:

- I was unaware of the Blackhawks’ long-ago invitation to go to the Garden State:

In 1981, Wirtz turned down a group from New Jersey that had invited him to move the Blackhawks to a $100 million arena built in the Meadowlands sports complex.

“We feel like the girl who out of the blue gets a marriage proposal,” Wirtz said when asked about the flirtation with his franchise. “She’s flattered and says she doesn’t know. But deep down she knows the answer is going to be ‘no’ as far as she can foresee because she has this love affair that has been going on for years and years.

“That’s our hockey team and the people of Chicago.”

The Meadowlands, of course, got their hockey tenant shortly thereafter, in the form of the Colorado Rockies, who morphed into today’s New Jersey Devils (and who have left East Rutherford starting this season for Newark).

- The Blackhawks’ 1961 Stanley Cup win marks the current longest championship drought in the National Hockey League, having ascended there after the Rangers broke their own 1940 curse. (If Chicago manages to break it anytime soon, the Toronto Maple Leafs would then inherit the longest-drought dubiousness, with their last Cup having come in 1967.)

- Also significant about that 1961 Blackhawks win: It stands out as the only Cup championship during the Original Six era (1942-1967) that wasn’t claimed by Detroit, Montreal or Toronto. That bygone era wasn’t exactly known for parity.

- I was also unaware of Wirtz’s central role in engineering the merger with the World Hockey Association. While that was successful from a business-strategic position — the WHA remains the last rival league to have seriously challenged the NHL — the choice of remnant teams/markets to absorb turned out to have been short-sighted and somewhat disastrous. Consider that of the four clubs that joined the NHL — Edmonton Oilers, Quebec Nordiques, Hartford Whalers, Winnipeg Jets — only the Oilers remain in their original city. Meanwhile, rock-solid WHA franchises in Houston and other markets were passed over.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 09/26/2007 10:58:12 PM
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The following happened to me some 10 years ago, with me calling from Florida to a number in New York. A much more recent phone exchange brought it to mind now:

Me: Hello, could I speak to ______?
Answering Hag: No, you can’t, he’s not here.
Me: Oh, alright. Could I leave him a message?
AH (instantly exasperated): This isn’t going to take long, is it?
Me: What, leaving the message?
AH: Yes, I’m walking out and I’m in a hurry.
Me: Um, do you have an answering machine, or voicemail on this line?
AH: Why?
Me: I’m just saying, why don’t you just hang up, and I’ll call right back and leave my message on voicemail, so you can go ahead and leave.
AH: I don’t have time for this.
Me: I just don’t want to hold you up, and it’s not a short message -
AH: [click]
Me: [called back 5 minutes later, got voicemail, left my message]

I guess she showed me, right?

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 09/26/2007 06:30:25 PM
Category: Comedy, New Yorkin', Society
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times two
We’ve all heard of the One Laptop Per Child project, the goal of which is to equip youngsters around the globe with a low-cost learning tool and access point to the Internet. Originally conceived as a computer engineering challenge, the much-vaunted $100 price point per unit overshot a bit to $188, giving the program a bit of a black eye.

To bounce back, OLPC has launched a unique marketing initiative, dubbed “Give 1 Get 1″: Starting November 12th, you can buy two of the little green XO Laptop-ettes for $399 (tax-deductable), sending one into the waiting hands of an underprivileged youth while the other comes to your doorstep.

Am I intrigued? Yes. I’m thinking I’ll be ponying up for this program in two months. A desire to do some good merges with my financial requirements (as an independent contractor, I need to be on the lookout for deductions) and my techie curiosity. It’s really a genius way for OLPC to prompt a large group who otherwise wouldn’t bother participating.

I do have some misgivings. I’ve heard about the dubiousness of the one-size-fits-all model — just because the laptops are successful in Cambodia doesn’t mean they’ll take off in Angola. And the potential unintended consequences of increased malware coming from this mass computerization is something to consider. On balance, I think the positive possibilities are worth the risks.

As I suggested, I’d likely keep the extra XO Laptop for my own tinkering. I’ve got an aunt and uncle who probably need to get connected to the Web, and a dead-simple computer interface would be the only way it would happen; but that’s a remote backup plan.

by Costa Tsiokos, Wed 09/26/2007 05:55:41 PM
Category: Advert./Mktg., Society, Tech
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Tuesday, September 25, 2021

So the new 2.3 version of WordPress is named “Dexter”, after the late great jazz saxophonist Dexter Gordon?

Funny. Since my senses (mainly sight) have been assaulted for the past few weeks with ads announcing the upcoming second season of Showtime’s serial killer series “Dexter”, that’s the first thing that came to my mind. I’d accuse the WP folks of selling out via subtle product placement, but given the non-profitness of the development project, I’d say that’s highly unlikely.

However, the comparison to the serial-killer anti-hero theme isn’t wholly unwarranted. For everyone rushing out to download and install 2.3 before taking another breath, I’d like to remind them about what happened with version 2.1.1, when someone hacked into WP’s servers and planted malicious site-hijacking code into the install file. Is it really worth risking the potential damage? Do yourself a favor and wait about a week, when any funny business is likely to be uncovered. No one’s got a gun to your head.

That’s my plan. The only reason I’m even considering the upgrade is to try out the new integrated tagging option, even though I’m cool to the idea of tags anyway (my feeling is that categories should take care of the semantic mapping of blog content; tagging feels like overkill). Plus I believe there’s a built-in auto-backup option. But my WP upgrades never go smoothly, despite the promises, so I’m wary from the start. I do have a new host this time around, so we’ll see.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 09/25/2007 09:53:13 PM
Category: Bloggin', Pop Culture, TV
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Once again, the MacArthur Foundation has announced its annual two dozen Fellows.

Once again, I’m not on the list.

Not that I’ve been trying. Still, my lazy-man approach should have netted me one of those phat MacA $500,000 “genius award” jackpots by now, based on the following:

1. My proposal, two years ago, to have John D. and Catherine T. anoint me as the first-ever MacArthur Foundation Blogging Fellow. (Obviously, the hoped-for groundswell of support for that never materialized.)

2. My geographic edge, as one-fourth of 2007’s Fellows happen to be based in New York City. I’m right here in the middle of the action! I’ll gladly accept the genius-by-proximity mojo.

But so far, no good. I’ll have to redouble my efforts for 2008. Maybe even take the drastic step of blogging about something meaningful…

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 09/25/2007 08:41:07 PM
Category: Bloggin', Creative, New Yorkin'
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What would have been more tasteless than charging a highly-symbolic $9.11 per head for a Rudy Giuliani presidential campaign fundraising event?

I guess removing that decimal point, thus making the price of admission $911. After all, unlike the motive behind the under-$10 plan:

According to the invitation, “$9.11 for Rudy” is an “independent, non-denominational grass-roots campaign to raise $10,000 in small increments to show how many individual, everyday Americans support ‘America’s Mayor.”‘

Campaign fundraisers, especially for White House runs, tend to carry big-ticket pricetags. I wouldn’t doubt that some Republican counterpart to Norman Hsu had been planning just such a shy-of-a-grand soiree, and now feels like s/he just dodged a bullet.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 09/25/2007 08:22:25 PM
Category: Politics
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Monday, September 24, 2021

Yes, it’s all come full circle as outsourcing tech firms in India, seeing local labor costs rise, are themselves offshoring their operations to other countries.

And no, it’s not exclusively — nor even markedly — to places even lower on the socio-economic rung than the Subcontinent used to be:

In a poetic reflection of outsourcing’s new face, Wipro’s chairman, Azim Premji, told Wall Street analysts this year that he was considering hubs in Idaho and Virginia, in addition to Georgia, to take advantage of American “states which are less developed.” (India’s per capita income is less than $1,000 a year.)

For its part, Infosys is building a whole archipelago of back offices — in Mexico, the Czech Republic, Thailand and China, as well as low-cost regions of the United States.

This illustrates how the global economic infrastructure is such that the labor market can, indeed, be flattened to the point where everyone is competing against everyone for knowledge-based work. It neatly cleaves across international measures of living standards, to the point where such designations may not even matter in the near future.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/24/2007 11:48:30 PM
Category: Business, Political, Society
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I think the above headline is a fair alternative to Analog Pussy, the name of a German-Israeli techno-dance group. Either way, it grabs your attention.

As for their music? I’m not sure it grabs your attention. It’s alright for psycho-trance grooving, but nothing I’ve heard on their free downloads collection really stands out. I can only imagine experiencing it while high on ecstasy enhances it — but that seems like a lot of bother.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/24/2007 06:16:31 PM
Category: Pop Culture
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In recognition of this weekend’s death of mime master Marcel Marceau, I wanted to link back to this old post on The Mimulator.

Unfortunately, both links in that year-old post seem to have rotted away. Only because I happen to like the wit I imparted back then, I’m going to reproduce here, updated with good linkage:

Experience the silent struggle that is The Mimulator.

Because inside the glass box, no one can hear you not scream.

Forgive me, Bip!

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 09/24/2007 08:51:58 AM
Category: Celebrity, Comedy, Internet
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Sunday, September 23, 2021

robotic controversy
This list of the most “controversial” videogames from the past decade-and-a-half makes me think that, really, shock value is judged on a constantly sliding scale.

As Exhibit A, I point to Adult Swim’s collection of online Flash games, which I’ve lately been turned onto. Think Mortal Kombat’s blood-and-gore graphics is unnerving? Load up shock-schlockers like:

- Viva Caligula: Terrorize your subjects with all 26 weapons — including exposing your “Imperial manhood” for shock value — to achieve enough experience point to unlock the Orgy Level. Hey, at least it’s historical.

- Orphan Feast: Orphans in Victorian London tasted good. Not like the orphans you get these days. Dickensian inspiration throughout, including the avoidance of one Artful Dodger and various overweight whores readily jumping on you.

- 5 Minutes to Kill (Yourself): Stick it to the Man by sticking it to yourself. You’ve got a microwave, scissors, some office supplies, a giant shark… and five minutes.

It’s a bit apples-to-oranges to compare commercially sold games to Adult Swim’s freebie applets, although in practical terms, they’re both targeted toward younger-skewing audiences. And the Adult Swim offerings are more explicitly tongue-in-cheek. But if the usual uptight types have some bottled-up outrage to uncork, they know where to point their mouses.

Back to the Yahoo! controversial list. All of them deal with videogame violence, save the one which I find to be the funniest:

SimCopter (1996: PC) - Before Rockstar was scalded by Hot Coffee, sim developer Maxis was burned by Hot Guys In Speedos. Upset with what he considered unfair working conditions (i.e. too many hours, not enough margaritas), a SimCopter programmer named Jacques Servin decided to play a bit of a prank by making a few alterations to the game code just before it shipped: on certain dates, scads of shirtless male sprites (dubbed “himbos”) would gather in great numbers to hug and kiss. When word of the unauthorized code leaked, sales skyrocketed and Servin was summarily fired. Where’s the love?

Pity the unsuspecting Sim jockeys whose eyes were assaulted by himbo make-out sessions! Given societal mores on sex vs. violence (with attitudes toward homosexuality mixed in), maybe if the scene concluded with those sprites getting decapitated by the SimCopter rotors, controversy would have been averted.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sun 09/23/2007 09:02:36 PM
Category: Comedy, Videogames
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Saturday, September 22, 2021

If, like me, you were puzzled by all the Halloween decor that started appearing in stores and media right after Labor Day, the official line is that it’s in response to consumer demand:

“On newsstands, our October, November and December issues are our strongest-selling issues, year in and year out,” [Country Living vice president and publisher Steven] Grune said. “And they’re our largest ad issues, usually representing close to a third of our advertising.”

It was not too long ago that magazines waited to run Halloween ads and articles until their November issues, which are published in October. Now, readers of the October issues of magazines like Country Living; Better Homes and Gardens; and Woman’s Day, part of the Hachette Filipacchi U.S. unit of Lagardère, will find them replete with Halloween trappings.

“Halloween is like Christmas in the sense that people like to start celebrating it very early,” said Jane Chesnutt, editor in chief at Woman’s Day in New York. “If you drive through suburbia near the end of September, the Halloween decorations will be out in full force.”

Here’s my conspiracy theory for the jump on ghost-and-goblins season: Candymakers want to get their product onto store shelves weeks ahead of October 31st. Shoppers see the bags of sugar and figure they’d stock up on Halloween treats early. Then they get the candy home, start breaking into it and snacking it down little by little, until it’s all gone by the time Halloween really rolls around — at which point they have to run out to the store to resupply. Bingo! The candy companies double (at least) their sales. Sheer genius, actually.

Hey, I like Halloween as much as anyone, as evidenced by my decorating fun last year. But come on, at least wait until the calendar turns to October.

I wonder: Is Halloween expanding its holiday domain as a preemptive move against Christmas? The lead-up to the winter holiday is already notoriously exaggerated well into mid-November. Without Halloween standing in the way, you’d think we’d start seeing Santa Claus displays in October.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/22/2007 07:16:14 PM
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Acknowledging high divorce rates and the well-known term limit for most wedded relationships, German politician Gabriele Pauli proposes that all marriages be sanctioned with a seven-year expiration date, at which point couples either re-affirm their union or else amicably split.

Really not a bad idea. You’re required to renew other licenses via demonstrated competency: Driver’s, fishing, professional certifications — why not for marriage?

Somehow, Pauli is running for the leadership of the Bavaria’s Christian Social Union party, about as conservative a poli-club as you’ll find in Europa. And to boot, she represents the same area which the current Pope calls his home region. Not exactly the ideal proving ground for radical experimentation with a sacred institution.

Then again, not every politician does magazine spreads wearing dominatrix-like latex garb. I suppose even that gets old after seven or so years, though.

by Costa Tsiokos, Sat 09/22/2007 02:10:16 PM
Category: Politics, Society
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Friday, September 21, 2021

Somehow or another, I’d never encountered the cutesy word mashup that is “adorkable” until just a few days ago.

Naturally, the rest of the world is acquainted with it. Heck, Time Magazine even used it in a headline — a sure sign that it’s well-entrenched in the cultural miasma.

Still, I’m going to go ahead and predict that it will get a syntax-workout next week. That’s when CBS’ new series, “The Big Bang Theory” will debut. And I’m sure all the reviews and feedback on the show, good or bad, will find no more apt descriptor than that for a nerds-chasing-hot-girl storyline.

And yes, I’m also going to go ahead and grossly overestimate the reach of this blog, and preemptively claim credit for the coming “adorkable” overuse. Why not, I’m sure this post will hit high on the Googlemeter anyway.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 09/21/2007 07:01:29 PM
Category: Comedy, Wordsmithing
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Six months after first rolling them out in Southern California, McDonald’s expanded the test market for its new line of premium Angus third-pounder burgers into New York City.

With that, McD’s has been driving hard toward the hoop with the marketing. Television commercials for the monstro-burgers seem to play every two minutes, and yes, that level of saturation is having an effect.

I’m not saying I’m totally sick of all that televised hype. I’m just saying that I hope no one in this most-vital test market starts suggesting that when it comes to hamburgers, the words “Angus” and “anus” are a little too close for comfort.

by Costa Tsiokos, Fri 09/21/2007 08:20:48 AM
Category: Business, Food, New Yorkin'
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