March 20th, 2006


Well there goes another day

The Orchard Road HMV (DVD store) was surrounded by a protective wrapping of renovation-concealing drywall which it seemed blocked entirely the first floor entrance. Actually there was a little path to the first floor entrance, but from where I came in it was easier to go up to the second floor. On the drywall they had posters showing a woman only up to her thighs, slipping off her pants. I know the image they wanted to evoke was ``we're in the middle of changing!'', but what it looked like to me was ``we're on the toilet!'' You'd think corporations would run their marketing ideas past a team of 12-year-old boys, and think cautiously about using any images that cause them to giggle.

But if there's a theme today it's ``setting off scanners.'' Everyone leaving the store, whether they bought anything or not, set off the alarm at the door scanners, and the security guard just nodded and waved them through. The only people he made eye contact with were those who waited for their bags to be inspected; he made a point of directing them to leave. At the Borders bookstore a person bringing in his newly purchased Apple PowerBook, likely from the store upstairs, set off all the scanners too. He didn't seem sure why it was, although the clerks were pretty sure it was just the PowerBook setting it off. I left before the PowerBook guy seemed satisfied with what to do.

Northeastern Australia is bracing for Tropical Cyclone Larry. I'm pretty sure I heard that right.

Trivia: To cope with Civil War shortages of whale oil, the Seaboard and Roanoke (Virginia) Rail Road opened a smoke house, curing pork to use its oil. Source: The Railroads of the Confederacy, Robert C Black III.

Currently Reading: Anxious Decades: America in Prosperity and Depression, 1920-1941, Michael E Parrish. Apparently, Calvin Coolidge was a practical joker. An example was him pressing the alarm button in the Oval Office, then hiding behind the curtains and watching the Secret Service go crazy. I admit I'd do something like that if by some incredible mishap I were president, but, I mean, look at a picture of him. Coolidge looks like his main source of amusement in life was cracking people across the knuckles with a yardstick.