I’m off to Malaysia (with no computer along!).
I expect to start blogging again around October 27th, depending on how jet lag treats me.
Gone for a bit
Vuka: social media success
Some of you may remember back a few days when I said some negative things about Vuka, a natural energy drink.
I take back what I said! I still sort of stand by what I said about aluminum thickness – but their incredible attention to customers’ needs is enough to easily win over this hard heart.
They read my review and left a thoughtful comment. Then they contacted me and sent a package over… via courier… with t-shirts, stickers, and several samples of the drink. So I have tried it – and it tastes great. It’s a great concept – the first healthy energy drink that I’ve heard of. (I have only tried one Monster drink – and it was close to drinking cough syrup. The chemicals contained in Monster are not necessarily things I like flowing through my bloodstream… not that I’m Mr. Healthy.)
So check out Vuka. Especially if you’re into energy drinks.
It tastes better
…when you do it yourself.
We planted an apple tree in our back yard, maybe six years ago. This year is the first where we got any significant apples out of the deal. And though they were small, they tasted great.
What is something that you did lately that gave more satisfaction than if you had just bought it?
Cool but wasteful
Vuka. It’s a new-to-me “Intelligent Energy Drink”. My 14-year old son bought it because he thought the bottle was cool. And it is.
However, his comment on what was inside: “pretty disgusting”. He also described it as a “fake energy drink”.
My take: the container is hugely wasteful. The bottle is heavy-gauge aluminum and must have accounted for half of the cost of the product. If the lid were up to the same standard of permanence, it would be a nice thing to hang onto. But it will probably last for about two refills and then strip out. Sad.
Update: See some interesting comments and a rebuttal in the comments.
On Connection, Meaningless to Almost Anyone
This is a Guest Post. Elizabeth Howard writes poetry on demand on a Olivetti Lettera 33, and refuses to believe the internet is a gutter for poorly constructed metaphors and overly-bullet-pointedness. If you agree, read more, comment more at her blog, “Letters from a Small State.”
I tweet. Because if I leave the keyboard, I have to subtract myself from the safety of limitless connection.
Blind, ever-pulsating links between me and a perfect unknown.
You know: what Simonpegg or mommywantsvodka are chattering on about at 9:37 p.m. scratches a certain itch. Ahhhhh.
And it deflects. Very nicely. From the complicated love that burrows down. Love that lingers and love that is canyon-width and acid edges, but isn’t all that interesting. Aged and unattainable. Grizzled and drinking beer with its feet on my coffee table.
So, then it’s Us Weekly tweets to soothe the soul — from the constant berating of Not-Us Daily. Life hiding its regalement in banality. That is to say: rotten-fierce love between two people who are ordinary.
I facebook to imagine myself on the wings of electricity, a fairy of fiberoptics.
I lace my imagined self with curiously tangled and dementedly true details. Meaningless to almost anyone.
To everyone but the most ordinary, steel-toed lover.
No Ping
Ping is a music-matching thing that Apple bought up and added to version 10 of iTunes.
I don’t like it. Problems?
1. All the bands I like are too obscure to even be on Ping’s list.
2. My kids’ buy music through my iTunes account. (Don’t worry – it’s with their money!) I’ll simply say that their tastes in music are different than mine.
Polkatex?
I bought a fancy Japanese umbrella by Mont Bell.
Fabric? Polkatex! I love the name – it brings a smile to my face. However, it might not communicate “strong waterproof fabric” in America like it might in Japan.
Sadly, when the user opens the umbrella, each strut has to be snapped into place – a small hassle. But it’s comforting to know that the waterproofing will last a long time!
It’s that season
Elections are coming up in America. Our mailbox provides abundant evidence. A flyer from one political candidate or another comes just about every day. Sadly, most of the ink is spent on saying how bad their opponents are.
I wish there was an “opt out” button.
American excess
A local bakery / restaurant from a well known chain throws out four huge trash bags of perfectly good bread and pastries every night at closing time. Some nights, very kind people pick up the excess and bring it to homeless shelters or similar. Most nights, it goes into the nearby dumpster.
This chain has ten stores in the Denver area alone. That amount of waste is mind-boggling.
I do not fault them.
Who is at fault for this kind of waste? The American consumer. The manager of the store told my friend who makes those charity bread runs, “If we didn’t have every single item in stock, we’d get complaints from customers who missed being able to buy their favorite item at the end of the day. Then we’d lose them as customers. They would go to another shop.”
We are guilty as a country.
Solution? The years I lived in England, stores would regularly finish their stock near the end of the day. Customers would just buy a different item – or go to a different store. No one would get upset. I would propose that we simply lower our darn picky standards – at least in this case. How would this happen? I don’t have any idea. Do you?
What is naughty?
Volvo wants you to think that they are.
It’s a classic case of re-branding. For decades, they have been known as the safety leader. They were the first on the market to have airbags (maybe). But now they want to grab your attention and say, “We’re not boring!”
They have had their less-boring side for a while. I drove a 1995 850 T5R with a friend (who then worked for a Volvo dealer). We had massive fun. Somewhere deep in my basement is a video of that speedometer screaming toward a speed maybe a bit higher than the legal limit.
Interestingly, their campaign still focuses on safety. Their precept is that you can move a lot closer to the edge – and still be safe.
Will their “naughty” re-branding work? Time will tell.
Lest you think I am obsessed with Volvos, I really do like Hondas and BMWs better. And I thank Volvo for the great photo of their newest “naughty” car – the S60. I would like to drive one.
