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Tuesday, January 26, 2004
Driving red 
| | Another travel day. I'm getting up at 2am to get some work out of the way before I leave at 5am for a 10:30am meeting 400 miles up the road in The City. I shall probably require serious caffienation. |
| | Tried to rent the usual Ford Focus at Budget, but all they had was a Chevy Blazer they said. No deal, I replied. I want a sedan of some kind. |
| | So they washed off a hot red Mustang and gave it to me for the price of a Focus. |
| | I was hoping for something a little more anonymous to drive while I'm speeding, but: whatever. |
| | Why rent? you ask. Well, it's cheaper than buying a new car, which isn't worth it right now, given how little I drive the '88 Subaru wagon (which is uncomfortable for long-haul use). |
| | Anyway, see ya (probably much) later. |
| | Beginning in the mid 19th century, and all through the 20th, seeing people as masses could be industrially sustained. There were only so many channels, so many ways or reaching people en masse, and this convinced the message senders that there was an audience out there. But now being a bulk message sender via the media is like the guy in the street trying to get you to take a handbill. He may have motivation for delivering the message, you have none to take it. |
| | They are the people formerly known as the audience. And they do not want your message. |
| | The boldface is mine. 'Cuz I love that line. |
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