November 16, 2010
On my subway trip this morning, these two people were suddenly staring down at me from every bit of advertising space in the car. They seemed familiar… oh yes, the Hobbit guy, and Charlize Theron. It’s the new blitz for a big Japanese winter clothing line.
What caught my attention first was the copy touting the “heat generating” qualities of the clothing. Hmm…is it some sort of solar-powered fashion skin? Further down in the text it says that “this revolutionary material keeps you warm by retaining body heat.” In other words, it does what clothing has done since man first slew beast and wrapped himself in its skin. Whether it does it better, and with more flair, let the market decide!
December 21, 2009
The good old days of airbrushing history away – as Comrade Stalin always liked to say, “No man, no problem!”:
Not so easy anymore, as pointed out in this (unintentionally?) amusing story in the New York Times: Accenture, as if Tiger Woods Were Never There.
January 30, 2008
… a New Religion! Demoiselle Candeille, of the Opera; a woman fair to look upon, when well rouged: she, borne on palanquin shoulder-high… Let the world consider it! This, O National Convention wonder of the universe, is our New Divinity; Goddess of Reason, worthy, and alone worthy of revering. Nay, were it too much to ask of an august National Representation that it also went with us to the ci-devant Cathedral called of Notre-Dame, and executed a few strophes in worship of her?
President and Secretaries give Goddess Candeille, borne at due height round their platform, successively the fraternal kiss; whereupon she, by decree, sails to the right-hand of the President and there alights. And now, after due pause and flourishes of oratory, the Convention, gathering its limbs, does get under way in the required procession towards Notre-Dame;–Reason, again in her litter, sitting in the van of them, borne, as one judges, by men in the Roman costume; escorted by wind-music, red nightcaps, and the madness of the world. And straightway, Reason taking seat on the high-altar of Notre-Dame, the requisite worship or quasi-worship is, say the Newspapers, executed; … It is the first of the Feasts of Reason; first communion-service of the New Religion.
But there is one thing we should like almost better to understand than any other: what Reason herself thought of it, all the while. What articulate words poor Mrs. Momoro, for example, uttered; when she had become ungoddessed again, and the Bibliopolist and she sat quiet at home, at supper? For he was an earnest man, Bookseller Momoro; and had notions of Agrarian Law. Mrs. Momoro, it is admitted, made one of the best Goddesses of Reason; though her teeth were a little defective.
from A History of the French Revolution by Thomas Carlyle