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But today was also trash day. So I had to wheel the big green plastic container down to the edge of the road for the guys to collect. Which they did.
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I'm sure the memory I am about to describe is later than that as I actually have no recollection of living in that house, just many memories of visiting it.
My grandmother was a wonderful old lady. I don't ever remember thinking of her as young! She had a wonderful set of phrases she would use, most of which would mean absolutely nothing to you so I won't repeat them.
But one of her favorites had to do with the Bing-Bong Men.
Back then, all dustbins - as we called them in England - or trash cans were made of metal and when the guys came to empty them they would make a lot of noise as they were manhandled to the big old dustbin lorry (garbage truck) and emptied. They would bing and bong. Hence the Bing-Bong Men.
Innocent enough, right? But because nothing of their job was mechanized back then the Bing-Bong Men wore heavy leather aprons and caps and looked pretty scary - specially to a lad my age.
Knowing the image they presented, my grandmother had a favorite threat if little boys like me misbehaved. We would be given to the Bing-Bong Men.
I was terrified. "If you don't behave, young man, I'll give you to the Bing-Bong Men" she'd say, with a wag of her finger. And I believed. Oh lord, I believed.
Needless to say I was never given to these leather-clad demons, never whisked away to whatever world they inhabited when they were not emptying our dustbins.
But to this day, as I drive back home and see the empty, green bin waiting to be hauled back to the garage, I think to myself, "Good...the Bing-Bong Men have been."
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This is what I posted in January of this year:
"The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men." - Plato
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This ad in today's New York Times Magazine annoyed me so much I had to write about it.
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CIRCLE OF SKY
In the
darkened hours
the unsettling
thoughts still live
The
restless
unsleeping mind
creates jigsaws
of other lives
The lives not
lived
The lives
not recognized
as reality sped on
with your
heart in its
painful grip
In the
darkened hours
the heart
echoes
Knowing the
echo
is only
returned
because there
is a wall at the end of all this
Several
days ago a bird
foolishly flew
down our chimney
We tried
and tried
but could
not set it free
We had no
choice
but to let
it die there
while we
adjourned
to another
room
In the
darkened hours
it is our
wings
that beat
hopelessly against the brick
It is our eyes
that crave upward
to a small
circle of sky
that was
once our world
©2009 Dave Tutin / openD LLC
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My previous post about Hamid in Tehran was picked up by Jango's own blog. You can read what they had to say here. Many thanks to all at Jango!
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All right...so I promised no further updates. Then I broke that promise. Now I'm breaking it again. But for a very good reason.
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I worked in "big business" long enough to know that what any manufacturer fears more than anything is to make it into the dictionary as a verb. Technically it can rob said manufacturer of its trademark protection.
It may not be a verb but when all paper tissues became "a kleenex", Kleenex got a little worried.
I think in the age of "Googling" someone or something we have moved past this ridiculous definition of what a brand can be.
But, as I said in the headline, I feel sorry for Adobe.
Why? They make the amazing software called Photoshop.
It really is a great piece of software. With many uses. But thanks to Ralph Lauren and others the phrase, "oh that shot was photoshopped" has come to mean the most despicable distortion of the truth.
Photoshop now equals faked, rigged, a visual lie.
And, yes, the software can be used for that. But the software and the company making it are not to blame. Many products can be used for good or for bad. I love wine and hate drunks. It is the users who are responsible for their actions. But when the media talks about the scandal of how "Ralph Lauren photoshopped a picture of a model" they condemn one brand that deserves it and one that doesn't.
Like I said, I feel sorry for Adobe.
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Why do I say that? Well, this is the third time I've promised not to give constant updates of what's happening at jango.com!
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As regular readers know I have recently been very impressed by the service offered by Jango.com - Internet radio. You can click to my "Station" over there in the sidebar.
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