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Books and Bumps

Books and Bumps

Hubby’s car is still not ready to pick up, so I loaded up boxes of books into the car and headed up North. Got to Bloomfield right during lunchtime, so I got to not only deliver books to the school, but also chat with a bunch of the teachers. It was delightful to catch up with them.

Headed over to Ellen and Mike’s house to drop off some other things, and got there just as they were deciding where to go for lunch. We all went out to Michi together, spent lots of time chatting and catching up, then I headed to Montclair to see if I could get some store credit at Montclair Book Center.

With my back being what it is, I was looking for a spot close to the store so I wouldn’t have to carry the box of books too far. I lucked out and found one close and on the same side. I wanted to parallel park in the spot the right way, but in typical North Jersey fashion, some dude in a luxury car pulls right up on my tail. Hello, duh? See my turn signal? See the empty parking place on the side I’m signalling on? Back off. But no. I knew if I pulled past the space to back in, he’d be right on my bumper so I couldn’t, so I cut the wheel to the right to pull in forward, planning to straighten out after he was out of my way. Bad news, cut the wheel too soon, scraped the car behind my chosen spot.

The damage to both cars was pretty superficial, but I still felt awful. I left the owner a note with an apology and my phone numbers.

The bookstore took only a couple of books, and I didn’t get even enough credit to cover the full price of the books I bought. Oh, well. It was fun to wander around looking at books no matter what.

Got onto Bloomfield Ave. to head home. Did pretty well at remembering which lanes worked at which lights, where to stay left because of double parked cars, where to stay right because of people turning left, until I got into Bloomfield. I was coming up on a truck that was sticking out into the right lane. I saw that I had space, put on my left blinker, and started to go around the truck. Guy driving a black pickup speeds up to cut me off. Really speeds up. He was a good 3-4 car lengths back when I started to move, and I had to slam on the brakes to avoid being hit by him. As he drove by, I called out “thank you”. Well, his buddy in the passenger seat, looking like the NJ version of a good ol’ boy, down to the camo painter’s cap, starts yelling at me, sticking his upper body out the window so he can turn around and shout obscenities to my face. This is definitely one of the things I don’t miss from Bloomfield.

And, of course, my timing put me on the Parkway right at rush hour. An overturned car south of exit 98 caused a backup that completely eliminated the need to put my foot on the gas pedal all the way up to 109. It was during this that the owner of the car I scraped called. She was very sweet, we’re going to work things out with the repair costs, and I’m grateful for that.

So it’s a little after 9PM. I’m tired. I’m in my pajamas already. Tomorrow. . .off to get pond winterizing supplies, then beach and seafood festival with the family. Oh, and the 5AM alarm is getting turned off, too. Betcha I’ll sleep til 7 and think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Snarky People

Snarky People

So by now, everyone knows about Steve Irwin’s death.  I didn’t write anything here because it’s been mentioned and discussed in so many other places where I visit, and I wrote responses all over.

So in one place, someone had mentioned how sad it was that Terri Irwin was off in the wilds of Tasmania, doing a walking tour (for more wildlife shoots, I’d hazard a guess) and couldn’t be contacted right away, so the whole world knew about her husband’s death before she did.  We all thought that was a pretty sad thing.  I popped on over to Orac’s (Respectful Insolence, in blogrolls on the right) and made mention of this, but because of my problem with remembering first letters of things and sometimes not the rest, I wrote “Tanzania” instead of “Tasmania”.

So a few comments down, some person wrote a very snarky comment that Tanzania is a country in Africa, Tasmania is a state in Australia.

Well, duh.

That’s not the problem.  I know full well which is which, I could even point them out to you on a map.  Phonetically, they’re similar, and it’s not like two famous wildlife experts who travel the globe couldn’t possibly be in different areas of the world.  If my brain had supplied “Tucson” the alarms would have gone right off – Tucson has plenty of telephones and internet, and is not a likely spot for an Animal Planet special, so Terri wouldn’t have been there and incommunicado.  But Tanzania. . .well, there’s nothing inconceivable about that, so that’s what came out of my fingers.

I thought for a while about going back and responding or correcting, but after thinking about it, there were more negatives than positives.  First of all, Respectul Insolence is a site about medicine, science, and truth (besides being Orac’s personal blog on occasion, as well) and most of the people who post rants are the loons and people with unsupportable positions.  Do I want to get all personally offended there and risk slipping even a smidge closer to those people?  Heck, not.  Second, Mr. Snark doesn’t even deserve a response.  People who ignore the gist of a well-intentioned post (that poor Terri didn’t find out about her husband’s death until after everyone else in the world) and zoom right in on a mistake, pouncing to point out that the person who posted is a moron, >want< you to react so they can keep going, showing their moral or intellectual superiority by pointing out the shortcomings of others.  Third, I have my own blog.  I can say what I want, get it out of my system if I need to, and not worry about ruining someone else’s site with off-topic personal stuff.  So there ya go.  I feel much better now.

Advertising

Advertising

(I had a notepad with me while I was reading this morning’s paper, so I have a lot to say today!)

So this study found that on radio broadcasts with a higher youth audience, there were proportionately more ads for alcoholic beverages than in less youth-oriented programming. They also found that in areas that had more advertising for alcohol, more underage drinking was going on. The article implied that there was a connection between increased advertisement of alcohol to young people and increased underage drinking.

Now, I’m not a big fan of these arguments that confuse correlation with causality, but it’s always interesting to see the aftermath.

Jeff Becker, president of the Beer Institute (now there’s a job for ya!) issued a statement saying that the advertisers are working really hard to comply with the law, that there was no correlation, and, get this, that parents are more influential on kids’ drinking than advertisements were. Of course, this raises the question – if advertising isn’t all that effective, how come we’re forced to endure so damn much of it? I mean, come on, it’s everywhere you look, everywhere you go, and has even made inroads into our school systems! I’d imagine that if it weren’t effective, advertisers would give up, and we could all be much happier in a world with less marketing clutter. Actually, I pray for this to happen, and I don’t believe that prayer is all that effective, so you know I want it bad.

My thought is that just as with other kinds of advertisement, the alcohol ads are being placed where there’s already an existing demand, and are simply trying to expand an existing marketing niche rather than create a new one. If you’ve learned anything at all about marketing, you know that it’s important to create a need and then sell the product to fulfill that need. The process is easier when the need you create simply expands an existing need rather than trying to conjure a new one out of the blue. Selling something that’s new and improved and somehow better is the way to go, so marketers are going to target audiences who’ve already purchased their products or similar products. They’re going to use sales data and demographics to target their ads where they’ll generate the most revenue for the lowest investment. Sad to say, Mr. Becker is more on track than the researchers, although he left out the peer influence factor.

This goes right along with the foreign language billboards. Not too long ago, the Mayor of Jersey City made a big deal about some McDonald’s billboards that were in Spanish. Of course, there were plenty of people ready to jump on the bandwagon, and the editorial pages of the Star-Ledger gave them some exposure. Not all of that exposure was good, though, IMO. It showed a good deal of ignorance of many things. For example, the assumption on the part of many objectors that this happens only in Spanish. Clearly, these people don’t get out much. You don’t have to go far in New Jersey to find signs, billboards, newspapers, promotional flyers, in plenty of languages besides English and Spanish. Head out to Edison and you’ll see all of this in Hindi. Check out Ridgefield Park for Korean. Clifton has a block of Turks in among the Saudis and Mexicans. And while the Poles and Russians have been around long enough to be pretty proficient in English, you can still find their written and spoken languages scattered throughout the state. We have pockets of immigrants all over! The next thing the objectors go for is insisting that advertisers advertise only in English. Well, that’s fine if you’re targeting only companies that have X number of dollars of revenue or Y size geographic coverage, but then what happens when the big companies, with their well-paid lawyers, object to the fact that these smaller businesses are still allowed to advertise in the language of their targeted clientele? Because, you see, it’s just like the alcohol ads. The advertisers aren’t going to waste their time putting out ads in languages their target audence isn’t going to understand. You’re not going to see McDonald’s ads in French (actually, given the small number of French speakers in this country, you’re probably not going to see many ads for anything in French. . .) The Korean billboards aren’t going to be in Newton and Andover. The Hindi billboards aren’t going to be in Seaside Heights. The Turkish newspapers aren’t going to sell too well in Cherry Hill. The non-English advertising isn’t the cause, but the symptom of people not speaking English. (Pardon me for saying “duh” here.) The people who are trying to fix the problem by disallowing billboards in Spanish just aren’t getting it.

If there weren’t a target audience, there wouldn’t be the ads. That’s what it all comes down to. Blaming the advertisers, making more laws about ads, restricting the language and placement of ads, is all smoke and mirrors.

For my own part, though, I wouldn’t complain so much if it actually resulted in less advertisement in general. (staring up into the sky and whistling innocently. . .)