Campaigns by the people, for the people
: Steven Johnson creates a campaign ad on his blog. He says he hasn’t decided who’ll get his vote yet; the commercial is a whim. It’s a proof of concept: that in this new, bottoms-up world of populist media, the winning strategies,the best strategies — the memes with mo — will come from the voters, now that they have a voice on the web:
Ever since the fall of Trent Lott, I’ve been fascinated by the thought of the web contributing ideas and strategy to political campaigns, and not just money and meetups. (Both of which are crucial, of course.) I have a feeling that as the 2004 campaign heats up, the blogosphere will become an increasingly rich source of “message” brainstorming, given how easy it is to put together a relatively polished attack ad these days.
More on this at Bloggercon…
Funny, you don’t look Jewish
: So I was sitting yesterday with some of my great colleagues at Ibby’s, the greatest falafel in Jersey City (the greatest falafel I’ve ever had) and I’m watching across the street.
There’s an old synagogue across the street and I see lots of men going in, more and more, the parade doesn’t stop.
But, funny, they don’t look Jewish.
Sure enough, it’s a temple: Star of David in stone; appropriate symbolism in the stained-glass windows, Hebrew in stone.
The men are wearing head coverings, but they don’t look like yarmulkes.
Irony of irony: It’s a mosque. I wander across the street; only the mailbox — and the shoes sitting in the vestibule — mark this as a mosque. Otherwise, it just looks like an old temple.
I wonder whether they see the irony.
The vast fast-food conspiracy
: I was so excited. Burger King has a new chicken sandwich. I loved fast food. But I can’t eat the Whoppers and Quarter Pounders I used to. And I still have to go to the fast-food joints because that’s what the kids eat. So I get excited when one of the giants comes up with a new, low-fat item. It’s sad. But it’s life.
So I went today to try the new Santa Fe Fire-Grilled Chicken Baguette.
What a slab of crap.
First, the thing is tiny. It’s a frigging finger sandwich. The name is longer than the bread.
Second, they slather on a “southwestern sauce” (read: salsa for wimps) that is dreadful; it tastes like canned ratatouille.
Third, the chicken is mealy.
Fourth, the bread is tasteless.
What a damned disappointment.
I wonder whether it is a vast fast-food conspiracy: They make the low-fat stuff taste so dreadful that you have no choice but to keep eating the fries.
: While everyone and his uncle is talking about starting business empires out of online blogs and interactivity, my 11-year-old son and guru is making a business online. He runs a forum where friends talk about the things friends talk about (don’t go leaving your boring adult political opinions there, please… but feel free to click on the ads!) and he signed up for Google Adsense. I was, I’ll admit, surprised that he was accepted; he was and put up the ads on all his inside pages. I was even more amazed at his news this morning that on his first day in business, he made $2.56.
Beats a lemonade stand.
Google: The new allowance.
Stop the stop-the-war madness
: Harry Hatchett has a counter demonstration to the demonstration against the “occupation” of Iraq going on in lovely London town.
I have one suggestion to the marchers: Why don’t you take the example of David Blaine and just shut up for 44 days?
To leave Iraq would be to leave it to anarchy, violence, economic chaos. These people want the U.S. to fail so badly that they would sacrifice the civility and lives of the Iraqi people to meet that goal. These people don’t give a rat’s rump about the Iraqi people.
And the liberation (nee occupation) of Iraq is ahead of, say, the liberation of Germany. Rumsfeld excerpted from the Washington Post: