Wednesday, March 14, 2012

NEW BIGGER SIZE!

If you're a snack-grabber (that's an official marketing term*), then you've probably noticed how snack bags were getting smaller and smaller while holding the price at 99cents.

Not too long ago the snack manufacturers realized that a 99cent price tag for under an ounce of their product was really pushing the marketing limits.  I'm sure some of us were buying two bags to get a real taste of those snack chips.

And the "New Bigger Size" was reborn.  I say reborn, because a few years ago, this new size was THE size of snack chips.

As the costs of product went up, the contents of the bag went down. The physical size of the bag remained pretty much the same.

So what you're paying for is actually the bag, not the product.

Here's a video that sums up my feelings pretty well.

Not much I can do about it, except whine about it in a blog.  ;-) 

*Don't believe everything you read in a blog.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tuesday Tally: Great Things About Detroit


Some of you are going to tell me I'm crazy, but I love Detroit!  Yeah, there are some areas I won't go and others where I'd drive on a flat tire to get out of rather than stop.

But I still love Detroit.  The city really does have much to offer.

So here's my Tuesday Tally about Detroit.

  1. Detroit Sports Fans.  Whether it's the Tigers, Red Wings, Pistons or Lions, Detroit sports fans are loyal and unlike any others.
  2. Lafayette Coney Island. If you've never had a coney dog at Lafayette Coney Island you've missed a true experience.  It's even more fun at 3 am.  ;-)
  3. Eastern Market. This long-standing farmer's market is a wonderful place to pick up fresh produce and other food items at great price.
  4. Greektown. I'm not talking the casino, its presence has actually taken away from the area.
  5. Astoria Bakery.  While you're in Greektown, pick up some baklava or other sweet treat that will blow your mind.
  6. Detroit Zoo.  Technically not in the City of Detroit, the Detroit Zoo is one of the best zoos in the country.  But then, any zoo is always a lot of fun.
  7. Detroit Symphony Orchestra. I'm not sure where to begin to speak about the DSO. Top quality musicians in a city many think lacks culture.  Check them out and judge for yourself.
  8. Detroit Institute of Arts. An amazing collection of art that rivals that of much larger cities, the DIA is a fun way to spend a day in Detroit.
  9. Fisher Theater, Fox Theater, Masonic Temple and Detroit Opera House. There's plenty of theater events all within a very small area of Detroit, sometimes referred to as the 'Theater District.' These old buildings are classics with their ornate features.
  10. Thanksgiving Day Parade. Produced by The Parade Co., this annual event, in my opinion, is much better and more thrilling than the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City.
I could add much more to this list if I started adding places and events in Metro Detroit -- that is outside the city boundaries.  But not now. Not with this list.

For now, this is my Tally of just a few of Detroit's Gems.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Movie Critique: Act of Valor

An unprecedented blend of real-life heroism and original filmmaking, Act of Valor stars a group of active-duty Navy SEALs in a powerful story of contemporary global anti-terrorism. Inspired by true events, the film combines stunning combat sequences, up-to-the minute battlefield technology and heart-pumping emotion for the ultimate action adventure. Act of Valor takes audiences deep into the secretive world of the most elite, highly trained group of warriors in the modern world. When the rescue of a kidnapped CIA operative leads to the discovery of a deadly terrorist plot against the U.S., a team of SEALs is dispatched on a worldwide manhunt. As the valiant men of Bandito Platoon race to stop a coordinated attack that could kill and wound thousands of American civilians, they must balance their commitment to country, team and their families back home. Each time they accomplish their mission...
Stars: AMERICAN HEROS!

WOW... I'm not sure where to begin with this Movie Critique.

First, let me say I rated this movie at four and a half popcorn buckets because I thought there were some animated scenes and dialogue. It just didn't seem to flow.

But the storyline is very real with some very real-life terror threats. At times, I was holding my breath and could feel my heart beating in my chest.

There was something about the movie that will grab you. I don't want to reveal the plot or outcome, but there is one important fact to note: the main player in this movie about U.S. Navy Seals stars real-life Navy Seals.

That explains the unpolished acting from time to time.

I knew it was a remarkable flick when I noticed that the entire audience sat silent as the credits rolled. I could sniffling around me as I wiped tears from my eyes.

I certainly wasn't crying because of the movie.  No, I was crying because this movie tells the story of the men and woman who are willing to die for you and I without regard for themselves.

Truly, ad Act of Valor.






FOUR AND A HALF POPCORN BUCKETS (0 to 5 Rating)
Screened on Sunday, March 11, 2012 at Bad Axe Theater, Bad Axe, MI

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Test Blog Guinea Pigs

I don't have a topic for today's blog, so I'm going make you a Guinea Pig.  I'm sorry, but I promise it really won't be painful.

I'm sort of exploring some of the many "blogger" features that can be used to create this daily post.  Some of my friends have asked me questions and wondered if I would teach them how to blog.

I'm still learning the software, but as I master it's functions, I'll be happy to share it with anyone.

As for teaching someone how to blog... that's another story.

First, you gotta want to write.  You don't have to be good out of the gate. Time and practice will make a difference.

At least that's what I tell myself. I've been writing -- some days more than others -- for over for nearly 35 years.  I think most of the stuff I write sucks, but I'm not getting paid for it so it doesn't matter.  I hope when my writing counts, it's does the job I expect it to do.

I've gotten off topic here.  This a a test blog because I typed it on my cell phone, and emailed the content along with this photo (from my phone) to super-secret blogger.com email address.  The software automatically formats it and prepares it for posting.

I could post it immediately, but I don't.  Instead I save it as a draft for scheduling when I'm near a computer.

So Guinea Pigs... that wasn't painful, was it?

Saturday, March 10, 2012

You turn your back for one minute...

The BNB "Dashboard."
I'm a creature of habit.  I like order and routine.  I function better when I know the game plan.

That's not to say that I can't deal with the unusual or unexpected.  But I prefer not to get a curve ball when I least expect it.

I turned my back on BNB for just a minute (okay it was a few days) and when I returned to make some entries, I  found that (POOF!) all my drafts appeared to be missing.

For those of you that don't write blogs, let me explain.

I don't need to sit down at the keyboard each morning and crank out the information you read, just in time to publish it at 6 am...  Instead, I can crank out one or 21 posts and schedule them accordingly.  This simplifies life when I'm traveling or know I won't have time to sit at the keyboard.

All the blog posts that I create are there, in blog purgatory, awaiting their fate.  Those unposted blogs are know as (what else) drafts.

So, back to my point of being a create of habit.

When I get a topic idea for the blog, I log on and make a few quick notes to be saved for time when my creative juices are flowing.

At this writing I have approximately 30 topics in pre-publication draft mode.

When I last logged onto blogger, when I clicked on the "Posts" link, a sub-menu would appear listing selections that included "All," "Draft," and "Published."

Today, there seemed to be an unexpected change when "All" was my only choice.  Thankfully, the drafts were intact, and mixed among the published posts in the date-order they were created.

<Sigh>  What a nightmare.  Or so I thought.

As I tried to navigate around the blogger site, I had difficulties.  So I rebooted the computer, and went to the kitchen for a glass of juice.

Upon returning, I found that all the magic I love about blogger had returned to the normal semblance.

You know, you turn your back for one minute...

Friday, March 9, 2012

Five Important Life Lessons

I didn't write this piece, but I found the lessons very profound and worth sharing with others.
1. First Important Lesson - "Know The Cleaning Lady"

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello."

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


2. Second Important Lesson - "Pickup In The Rain"


One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.

A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.

A special note was attached. It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.


3. Third Important Lesson - "Remember Those Who Serve"

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "50¢," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "35¢!" she brusquely replied.

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.

When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.


4. Fourth Important Lesson - "The Obstacles In Our Path"

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand - "Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition."


5. Fifth Important Lesson - "Giving When It Counts"

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save her."

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

230 lb. Invisible Man

I've come to the conclusion that I'm a 230 lb. Invisible Man.  Which, to me, seems to be quite a feat.

Over the course of the past three or four months, I've been repeatedly amazed at how many retail workers have ignored me while I've been shopping in their establishments.  I don't mean an "oh, I'm sorry, is someone waiting on you?" pass over... I'm talking an all out "If I don't make eye contact you don't exist and I won't have to wait on you!" total blowoff.

One example is a three separate visits to a long-established shop known where some Brothers, who think they're Saints, sell Nuts and chocolates.  They call their shop a House! (Get the picture?).  So I go into this shop and the young clerks are standing behind the counter chatting with each other, tirelessly working at avoiding eye contact as I walk by.

I make my way to the bulk chocolates - which they need to weigh for me - and wait.  Hmmm.  La la la. Dee dee dee.  I keep looking their way, but the three of them keep up the conversation.  I'm sure they were talking about saving the fat guy's life by not selling him those fattening chocolate cover peanut clusters!

Then my internal countdown clock kicks in: ten, nine, eight (wait on me!), seven, six, five (are you serious?), four, three, two, one, DING! I'm out the door.

And no, I didn't get a "have a nice day," as I was leaving either.

Maybe that's why I enjoy going into my local Subway shop.  No matter how many people are in line, one of the sandwich makers (do they have a special name?) will always say, "Welcome to Subway! We'll right with you."

I don't feel like a 230 lb. invisible man there.