Sunday, September 30, 2007

heaven sent

Antioch, CA

I played a little too much on Friday and Saturday and am feeling it today.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Bike Ride

Fremont, CA

My father and I went on a bike ride today through Coyote Hills.

(Beyond the Cut)
(Beyond the Cut for Nina)

Friday, September 28, 2007

Mini Golf

Antioch, CA

John got paid today so we went out and mini- golfing. John won. I won't say by how much, but he definitely had the lower score.

(Beyond the cut)

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Heavy Heart

Antioch, CA

I wanted to take out a brick and give it to Nina.

(Beyond the Cut - GRR)

Not missing him

As many of you know, last night was the last night Barry Bonds will ever play for a Giants uniform. Good riddance. In true Barry fashion, he left the game, got in his car and left. He didn't talk to his fans (which it's hard to believe he has any as obnoxious as he has been in the past to them), he didn't talk to the media. He didn't do anything except leave.

And I couldn't have been happier.

If Barry had done one single nice thing before he departed it would have made everyone second guess them selves. If Barry had stuck around to sign autographs one last time, the fans might have thought he cared. If Barry would have stuck around with his team until the end of the game, it would have almost seemed like he was a team player. If Barry would have talked to the media and announced some huge ticket program where he would buy tickets for at-risk kids for the next 5 years using the money he made this season, it would almost make the owners of the team think he's not greedy and had a plan.

If any of these people would have reconsidered for a second the departure of Barry, we might just have to suffer through another year of a horrible ball player. But he didn't. Barry left the game the same way he played it...only thinking of himself. And I'm so happy. Now we can focus on real baseball players again and maybe, just maybe, by the time I have sons and daughter, we will have respectable players again who like the game, like their teams and like their communities.

Good Bye Barry Bonds. I'll try to miss you, but I doubt I will.

The Hunt

It's colder this morning. Or at least it feels colder. I'm not about ready to look at the thermostat to confirm. It might be worse than I think it is. Yesterday at least my nose hairs thawed out. Not today. I'm still choking on the ice in my head.

The shelter last night was adequate. I wasn't terribly cold anywhere but where my nose and mouth stuck out of the sleeping bag. I'm glad I brought extra clothes for the trip in. Between the snow drifts and the times when the snow was up to my waist, even my fourth layer got wet. It will be two days before I see the truck again. I just have to stay warm and dry until then.

I must admit yesterday was a disappointing day. I thought I would be able to bag a trophy in that first cave, but the residents were far gone. Sadly I have to travel deeper into the forest today. I spent last night dreaming of Bernstein burgers and all of the other gummi insides waiting for me at the end of this hunt. I could almost taste the smoky meat. It would be like lighting a forest fire of taste in my mouth. I could see it spreading fast and being delicious. The only thing preventing it was this bloody cold. That is why I must keep moving.

On the horizon I can see another cave. I approach the cave with my musket in hand, ready and loaded. As I creep in, ever so slowly, the cave warms me. No more wind or snow being blown all about. The walls of the cave protect me.

Suddenly, in the back of the cave, in the corner, I see my trophy. Curled up, sound asleep, so deeply dreaming it doesn't even sense my presence.

Some hunters enjoy the thrill of the hunt. Not me. I'd rather get the animal while it is hibernating. I bring up the muzzle to the bear's ear. Moments before pulling the trigger I feel a muzzle up close to me ear.

"Stop right there Ted." I hear. "It's not bear season and you know it. Put the gun down."

I lower my rifle and turn. Staring at me is Ranger Yogi, his Betetta pointed right at my head. "I saw your truck and knew what you were up to. I've been tracking you ever since. It looks like I got here just in time."

In time for the bear, I think. But not in time for me. It looks like I will have to wait another year to bring home my trophy bear. Because waiting outside the cave is a cold cold park ranger truck and and a year in jail.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Random Food

Antioch, CA

I'll be honest. I totally forgot about PAD today until about 10 minutes before the day ended. So here is a "random food" shot, as Nina likes to call it.

Shower Hore

Hi. My name is Sean and I'm a shower hore. I will do almost anything for a decent shower. First I should mention what an ideal shower would be.

The Room: Small. I don't like shower rooms that have the vanity and sink in the same room as the toilet and the shower. I think that these should be in separate rooms. I think this for two reasons - one of which is practicality. Your significant other can be shaving her lip (or between her eyebrows) while you shower. Second I think that the smaller the room (within reason, see next part), the better. There is less space to heat and therefore the heat level is easier to keep up.

The Shower: Should be the size of a tub. I've seen the extremes of either side and I don't approve. In the movie Lord of War, Nicolas Cage makes love to his wife in a shower that is as large as their master bedroom. No no, too big. It's not nearly intimate enough nor is it going to keep the heat at a decent level. For the last 3 years I've showered in a shower that was half the size of a tub. This doesn't work either - occasionally you need to step away from the water to soap up or ponder or what ever. There is no room for that when you're in a shower the size of a porta potty. Instead you need a shower the size of a tub.

Apparatuses: I struggle with this one all the time. I'm not sure if I should need a movable shower head or multiple shower heads. There is a part of me that really likes the idea of shower heads on at least two sides of me if not on three sides, but I've never experienced that. (I saw it once in a movie with Kevin Kline) The only thing I've experienced is a removable shower head and I must say that it is better than a fixed head.

Divider: I like a thick curtain with overhead lighting the best. Glass sliding doors are pretty and allow more light in, but sometimes they don't keep the heat level as high as I'd like.

Placement: This is critical. A shower must be placed as near to the hot water heater as possible. Where I live now, the hot water heater is down in the garage. The cold water comes quicker and the hot water is slower. You waste so much precious time waiting for the temperature to change. This is not appropriate. Therefore, the hot water heater should not be any further away than 2 feet and should definitely be on the same level as the shower. When I'm rich (I no longer want to be famous - just rich) I will designate a hot water heater per shower. A shower should never share a hot water heater with another shower. There should be no hot water heater polygamy. That's just wrong. Additionally, by placing the shower so close to the hot water heater, you get really good water pressure. A shower should have some force to it. The massaging flow should be able to either wake up those sleepy bones or to work out the stress caused from the day's torchure. Either way, the water pressure is important and this comes directly from placement.

Now that I've described the specifications I want to relate what I am willing to do for the perfect shower. I am willing to sleep at the worse Motel 6 (cough Sacramento cough) without complaining or writing a letter to corporate. I am willing to stay with roommates in Rexburg that I'd rather hit with my truck. I'm willing to do almost about anything. Additionally, what am I willing to do to get away from a bad shower? I'm willing to fix it or to move to a more expensive neighborhood just to have a great shower. Like I said, I'm a shower hore.

Monday, September 24, 2007

It's time for change

Antioch, CA

Sam's bright success

Sam wasn't the brightest bulb in the package, or at least that is what everyone said. The people at the factory said that. People in the package area said that. Even the people at Walmart said that. "Oh look at this bulb. He's not very bright." Or at least that's what Sam thought they were saying about him.

All day long Sam sat on the shelf at Walmart. Everyday people would walk in and select a different package with a different bulb. Once in a while, Sam would be picked up, examined, and then put back on the shelf. Sam wasn't the brightest bulb and evidently people could tell just by looking at his package. Over time, Sam just got pushed to the back of the shelf never to be seen from again.

One day some evil hackers broke into the town's main frame computer and sent an electric serge through out the city. Bulbs burst all over town. People ran to their stores before night came. K-mart and Walmart cleared out their supplies quickly. Within an hour, Sam was the only bulb left in town. The people of the town huddled around the shelf and stared at Sam. Sam tried to hide in his package. He didn't like being the center of attention. But then Sam saw the crowd part and a little old lady approach. She picked Sam up and put him in her shopping cart. Slowly the woman cascaded down the isles to the cashiers. Money was exchanged, Sam was put in a bag, and away Sam went. All of this happened as the crowd watched and a hushed hum of curiosity hovered over them.

Eventually Sam was let out of the bag, and then out of his package. As he was being screwed into his socket he noticed a damaged light switch. She looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry you are being screwed in here. I'm not as quick as other light switches."

Sam replied, "That's okay, I'm not the brightest bulb."

Gathering outside was a crown of people. Some were pessimistic. Some were believers. But most were just curious - how much light would Sam let out?

After one final turn, Sam came to a stop and was screwed in. The old lady shuffled to the door and turned on the switch. Instantly light filled the room. The crowd outside repelled in disbelief. Even the old lady was shocked. She quickly turned off the switch. Sam looked down at the switch. "What was THAT?"

"I don't know," said the switch, "It must be your doing."

"I didn't do anything." Sam stated. Before they could argue though, the little old lady threw the switch again and suddenly Sam was brighter than the sun at noon.

And he lived happily ever after.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Required Reading

Antioch, CA

Nina and I made a deal. I thought there was a book she should read. She thought there was a book I should read. Ironically, they are written by the same author. She read The Five People You Meet in Heaven. I'm reading Tuesdays with Morrie.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Rain drops keep falling on my head

Alviso, CA

I find it funny that I had to come back to Cali to get weather.

(Beyond the Cut)

Friday, September 21, 2007

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Rexburg Temple

Rexburg, ID

(Beyond the Cut)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Nina



Rexburg, ID

(Beyond the Cut)

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

State Capital

Denver, CO

This is the Colorado State Capital building.

(Beyond the Cut)

Monday, September 17, 2007

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Gu's Cooking

Springville, UT
Gu always cooks the best food for me when I'm in Provo. Tonight was this along with London Broil, Baked potatoes and home grown tomatoes. I was in heaven.

(Beyond the Cut)

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Donner Lake

Donner, CA

I stopped at Donner Lake on my way to Winnemucca to take a picture. I haven't been to Donner Lake for over 21 years.

(Beyond the Cut)

Friday, September 14, 2007

Banana Bread

Antioch, CA

I made banana bread today.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

You Scream, We scream, I scream for ice Cream

Antioch, CA

John had a craving for Baskin Robbins tonight.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Pile o' shoes

Antioch, CA

Yup, it was one of those days. My girlfriend and I had an argument, my insurance ran out, I got a rejection letter from a job I really (REALLY) wanted, I flunked the CSET practice test, and my roommate was late for dinner so I had to eat alone. So here is a very uninspiring pile of shoes for you.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Happy Birthday Brother!!

Fremont, CA

Any one want to guess how old my brother turned today?

(Beyond the Cut)

Monday, September 10, 2007

Baseball

San Francisco, CA

My dad got free tickets for tonight's Giants game off of Craigslist.

(Beyond the Cut)

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Mental Health and our Squirrel Population

I am hoping to not only give you the fifth installment of the dead animal series tonight, but I want to share with you a huge injustice in our society.

Nina and I were talking on the phone recently about squirrels and why they dart every where and are so skittish. As I have pondered this, I immediately came to the conclusion. It is because our squirrels suffer from schizophrenia. The reason they dart this way and that way and every other way is because they have too many voices in their heads telling them what to do and they aren't sure what to do. Constantly screaming in their heads they hear "Go left. Go straight. Go right. Find the nuts. Survive the ice age. Fly. Touch the power line." Could you imagine what you would do if 7 different voices were yelling at you at one time telling you to do 7 different things. You would dart every where too.

I know what you're thinking, "Sean not all squirrels dart everywhere and surely not all squirrels dart under the tires of my car."

It is for this thinking that I really wanted to talk to you. We have a health care crisis in this country. 90% of this crisis is because of the socio economical situation our country is in. Put Frankly - we have too many poor squirrels.

Let's first discuss the anti-thesis of poor squirrels: wealthy squirrels. Wealthy squirrels sit in the hollows of trees every day eating the nuts of poor squirrels. They exploit the poor squirrels for food, shelter and general labor. They put a lot of stress onto the less fortunate squirrels.

When mental illness creeps into the family of a wealthy squirrel, the problem is taken care of immediately. The troubled fur ball is put on a train and sent straight to a mental health facility where poor squirrels are once again exploited. The poor squirrels are sent out to gather the anti-psychotic medication that human patients tongue and then throw away. The less fortunate squirrels go out to gather these pills, securing them safely to their lips, and diligently bring them back to the squirrels from more wealthier families. This is why, when you see them, squirrels at mental health facilities are really really skittish - they have licks on very anti-psychotic medication even though they don't have mental illness. While we may never know how many licks it takes to get to the core of a Tootsie Roll, we know that low-income squirrels can get really really skittish on just a few licks of anti-psychotic medication. Needless to say, these exploited squirrels don't last long at this job. As long as the wealthy squirrels get their medications, though, most people don't really care.

I think it's now time to discuss the poor and low income squirrels and how this ties into the epidemic of schizophrenia. First off, the reason a squirrel becomes poor are pretty simple and can be divided into two categories: Drought and immigrant. Some squirrels start out as middle class squirrels but after a few years of droughts and low yield nut gathering, a middle class squirrel can quickly become a poor squirrel living tree to tree with no clue of when the next nut might drop on their head. The other reason a squirrel might be poor is because it is an immigrant. As everyone knows, the dream of every squirrel is to make it to the country where trees are plentiful and there are more nuts than what a squirrel would know what to do with. City squirrels are constantly thinking about ways to make it to the country and be in nuts heaven. Because squirrels know that there is a constant risk of schizophrenia in their lives, it is common for a squirrel to try to get out of the city and too the country before they go nuts. Being schizophrenic in the city is an automatic death wish. A million cars, a million people, and 7 voices in your head telling you what to do. It doesn't take long from the onslaught of mental illness before the squirrel is filling in a pothole downtown.

Because they are poor, often low income squirrels have no or little access to mental health treatment. They can't get rides out to the mental health facilities. And they can't get healthy members of their families to go get meds from mental health facilities (usually the healthy family member ends up going nuts from lack of a nutty diet and from holding anti-psychotic meds in it's mouth for as long as it would take to get the med from a mental health facility and get back to the sick psychotic relative).

So instead poor squirrels try to survive as long as they can. They try to use beer and meth to deal with their paranoia. Eventually, though, they lose this battle and you see them dodging and weaving between cars on the road.

Mental Health and our Squirrel Population

I am hoping to not only give you the fifth installment of the dead animal series tonight, but I want to share with you a huge injustice in our society. (BTW: the Dead Animal Series - 1, 2, 3, & 4.)

Nina and I were talking on the phone recently about squirrels and why they dart every where and are so skittish. As I have pondered this, I immediately came to the conclusion. It is because our squirrels suffer from schizophrenia. The reason they dart this way and that way and every other way is because they have too many voices in their heads telling them what to do and they aren't sure what to do. Constantly screaming in their heads they hear "Go left. Go straight. Go right. Find the nuts. Survive the ice age. Fly. Touch the power line." Could you imagine what you would do if 7 different voices were yelling at you at one time telling you to do 7 different things. You would dart every where too.

I know what you're thinking, "Sean not all squirrels dart everywhere and surely not all squirrels dart under the tires of my car."

It is for this thinking that I really wanted to talk to you. We have a health care crisis in this country. 90% of this crisis is because of the socio economical situation our country is in. Put Frankly - we have too many poor squirrels.

Let's first discuss the anti-thesis of poor squirrels: wealthy squirrels. Wealthy squirrels sit in the hollows of trees every day eating the nuts of poor squirrels. They exploit the poor squirrels for food, shelter and general labor. They put a lot of stress onto the less fortunate squirrels.

When mental illness creeps into the family of a wealthy squirrel, the problem is taken care of immediately. The troubled fur ball is put on a train and sent straight to a mental health facility where poor squirrels are once again exploited. The poor squirrels are sent out to gather the anti-psychotic medication that human patients tongue and then throw away. The less fortunate squirrels go out to gather these pills, securing them safely to their lips, and diligently bring them back to the squirrels from more wealthier families. This is why, when you see them, squirrels at mental health facilities are really really skittish - they have licks on very anti-psychotic medication even though they don't have mental illness. While we may never know how many licks it takes to get to the core of a Tootsie Roll, we know that low-income squirrels can get really really skittish on just a few licks of anti-psychotic medication. Needless to say, these exploited squirrels don't last long at this job. As long as the wealthy squirrels get their medications, though, most people don't really care.

I think it's now time to discuss the poor and low income squirrels and how this ties into the epidemic of schizophrenia. First off, the reason a squirrel becomes poor are pretty simple and can be divided into two categories: Drought and immigrant. Some squirrels start out as middle class squirrels but after a few years of droughts and low yield nut gathering, a middle class squirrel can quickly become a poor squirrel living tree to tree with no clue of when the next nut might drop on their head. The other reason a squirrel might be poor is because it is an immigrant. As everyone knows, the dream of every squirrel is to make it to the country where trees are plentiful and there are more nuts than what a squirrel would know what to do with. City squirrels are constantly thinking about ways to make it to the country and be in nuts heaven. Because squirrels know that there is a constant risk of schizophrenia in their lives, it is common for a squirrel to try to get out of the city and too the country before they go nuts. Being schizophrenic in the city is an automatic death wish. A million cars, a million people, and 7 voices in your head telling you what to do. It doesn't take long from the onslaught of mental illness before the squirrel is filling in a pothole downtown.

Because they are poor, often low income squirrels have no or little access to mental health treatment. They can't get rides out to the mental health facilities. And they can't get healthy members of their families to go get meds from mental health facilities (usually the healthy family member ends up going nuts from lack of a nutty diet and from holding anti-psychotic meds in it's mouth for as long as it would take to get the med from a mental health facility and get back to the sick psychotic relative).

So instead poor squirrels try to survive as long as they can. They try to use beer and meth to deal with their paranoia. Eventually, though, they lose this battle and you see them dodging and weaving between cars on the road.

It's official

Antioch, CA

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Motorcycle


Pittsburg, CA

I spent the morning in Berkley at BORT, an organization that provides activities for people with disabilities. On my way home, I was in Pittsburg when I saw that Devil Mountain Harley Davidson was having an open house. This is the reason for the whole bunch of beyond the cuts.

(Beyond the Cut - Goal Ball)
(Beyond the Cut - Power Soccer)
(Beyond the Cut - Wheelchair Basketball at BORT)
(Beyond the Cut - Motorcycles)
(Beyond the Cut - Pictures of Dogs for Nina & Melinda)

Friday, September 7, 2007

Marina at Sunset

Antioch, CA

Thursday, September 6, 2007

It's what's for dinner

Antioch, CA

The monthly calender of meals.

Meatloaf Mom

I don't know how to state this (I'm not as good with words as some people), but I've grown comfortable with my mom being dead. She was in pain, she went to a better place, and while I know I don't appreciate it, it's for her betterment. But every now and then I feel the pinch of heartache when I need a mom and I don't have one.

John and I are supposed to have meatloaf tonight. It's my night to cook and so I went to my file folder of recipes and pulled out a note I have from my mom for meatloaf. On the front it has:

Mix together meat, 1egg, 1/2 cup of milk and 16 crackers. Plus onion (lots) and seasoning. Put in pan & cover with tomato sauce. Cook same as potatoes.

On the back it's blank. There are no times listed, or degrees or any of it. I looked on Gu's cookbook blog for a similar recipe and couldn't find it. I tried the google, but I lost out there too. 5 years ago I would have just simply picked up the phone and called my mother. But I can't do that any more. These are the moments when I miss my mom the most. I think we're having hamburgers instead tonight.

Book List

My second blog post in as many hours. I must have a lot to get out there. Saturday I will post the 5th article in the dead animal series. Tonight I posted the 4th for your viewing pleasure.

I'm at a crossroads in my life and I'm hoping you can help me. I'm not a reader. I read slow and I get bored easily. But I want to read. I sometimes crave the written word. But I'm not sure what to read. I used to read non-fiction (9/11 Commission Report, My Life, & First Comes Love). Then during my last semester at BYU-Idaho, I switched over to fiction (The missing piece meets the big O, The Da Vinci Code, The Five People You meet in Heaven, & The little mouse, the red ripe strawberry and the big hungry bear). And now I'm at a crossroads. Over the weekend I finished Digital Fortress and I need something to read at night. For my non-fiction tastes I'm reading Cindy's old blog. For my fiction tastes - I don't know where to go. Does anyone have any suggestions of a book that is fiction that is over 100 pages and less than 500 pages that they are either enjoying now or would like to enjoy or have had enjoyable experiences with?

Thanks

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

SKUNK Inc.

Marketing is a hard process. You have a product and you want the world to know about it. How do you get your message out there to the people that could use your product? Do you use TV, Billboards, Radio, Direct Mail, Loud Speakers on your bus, or do you try some other route like giving away pens and t-shirts? Companies spend millions each year shaping their message and getting all of their public relations in line with their advertising. It's a very competitive field.

Now let's say you have a product that almost every adult in America would need and crave. Yes, I'm talking about perfume and cologne. Everyone wants to smell nice. A good perfume or aftershave can land you a great job or a great spouse or even Natalie Portman. But in able to get any of that you must smell nice.

There are a million scents out there to try to improve your BO. Open any chick magazine and there are the pull away strips that are scented with Calvin Klein and Victoria Secret. Walk through Macy's sometime and there is a person ready to spray you with something. Even go to a NASCAR event and there is the Old Spice stand (with a replica of the Old Spice race car) giving away samples. Freebies are everywhere. And usually there are a lot of freebies in those locations. There isn't just one scent in the Victoria's Secret store. There is the combination of 8 or 10 as different shoppers through out the day have sprayed a little into the air to test the scent. At a NASCAR event there are the scents of 20 - 30 different race cars, scents of beer, garlic fries, and over cooked hot dogs. It's hard to tell what is Old Spice and what is garlic fries.

That is why it is important to find a way to market your perfume and cologne in some other ways. Get away from other scents. Get away from the over spray of 8 sister scents. This is the exact goal of SKUNK Inc.

SKUNK Inc was one of the first mainstream perfume and cologne companies. The founders of SKUNK Inc. are actual skunks. They find their unique scent to be very appealing. They want to market their perfumes to potential buyers, but they weren't sure how to compete in such a competitive market. That is, they didn't until 1908. In 1908 cars started popping up all over the US. This is large part because of a company ran my a guy named Henry.

Cars provided an excellent way to share with the world the skunks' brand of perfume. Skunks were the first to see that by putting the perfumes on the road on hot and cold days, people would have long stretches of road to mull over the scent and really get a good solid chance to let the unique perfumes fully permeated the nostrils of world travelers.

In 1910, the decision was made to use the roads and highways of America to market this scent. Sales reps and PR people were sent out to the roads, first locally in CA and NY, but then eventually through out the whole Nation to market this scent. The marketing campaign was so simple it was brilliant. Sales reps would stand near the edge of the road and spray passing cars with their pre-authorized official SKUNK Inc. Perfume and Colognes. Once sprayed, the occupants of the car would then have the opportunity to nostrilly analyze the perfume as the car continued down the road.

This campaign worked brilliantly for some time, but eventually tragedy occurred. And it depends on which one of the founding brother of SKUNK Inc you believe as to what actually happened. Either they got to over zealous and hired too many sakes reps and the reps started pushing competing sales reps in front of cars OR there are too many cars on the road and the cars are squeezing out space on the freeway for sales reps to work. Either way, each year a few sales reps die as they are attempting to give away a free sample of SKUNK Inc. Perfume.

SKUNK Inc.

Marketing is a hard process. You have a product and you want the world to know about it. How do you get your message out there to the people that could use your product? Do you use TV, Billboards, Radio, Direct Mail, Loud Speakers on your bus, or do you try some other route like giving away pens and t-shirts? Companies spend millions each year shaping their message and getting all of their public relations in line with their advertising. It's a very competitive field.

Now let's say you have a product that almost every adult in America would need and crave. Yes, I'm talking about perfume and cologne. Everyone wants to smell nice. A good perfume or aftershave can land you a great job or a great spouse or even Natalie Portman. But in able to get any of that you must smell nice.

There are a million scents out there to try to improve your BO. Open any chick magazine and there are the pull away strips that are scented with Calvin Klein and Victoria Secret. Walk through Macy's sometime and there is a person ready to spray you with something. Even go to a NASCAR event and there is the Old Spice stand (with a replica of the Old Spice race car) giving away samples. Freebies are everywhere. And usually there are a lot of freebies in those locations. There isn't just one scent in the Victoria's Secret store. There is the combination of 8 or 10 as different shoppers through out the day have sprayed a little into the air to test the scent. At a NASCAR event there are the scents of 20 - 30 different race cars, scents of beer, garlic fries, and over cooked hot dogs. It's hard to tell what is Old Spice and what is garlic fries.

That is why it is important to find a way to market your perfume and cologne in some other ways. Get away from other scents. Get away from the over spray of 8 sister scents. This is the exact goal of SKUNK Inc.

SKUNK Inc was one of the first mainstream perfume and cologne companies. The founders of SKUNK Inc. are actual skunks. They find their unique scent to be very appealing. They want to market their perfumes to potential buyers, but they weren't sure how to compete in such a competitive market. That is, they didn't until 1908. In 1908 cars started popping up all over the US. This is large part because of a company ran my a guy named Henry.

Cars provided an excellent way to share with the world the skunks' brand of perfume. Skunks were the first to see that by putting the perfumes on the road on hot and cold days, people would have long stretches of road to mull over the scent and really get a good solid chance to let the unique perfumes fully permeated the nostrils of world travelers.

In 1910, the decision was made to use the roads and highways of America to market this scent. Sales reps and PR people were sent out to the roads, first locally in CA and NY, but then eventually through out the whole Nation to market this scent. The marketing campaign was so simple it was brilliant. Sales reps would stand near the edge of the road and spray passing cars with their pre-authorized official SKUNK Inc. Perfume and Colognes. Once sprayed, the occupants of the car would then have the opportunity to nostrilly analyze the perfume as the car continued down the road.

This campaign worked brilliantly for some time, but eventually tragedy occurred. And it depends on which one of the founding brother of SKUNK Inc you believe as to what actually happened. Either they got to over zealous and hired too many sakes reps and the reps started pushing competing sales reps in front of cars OR there are too many cars on the road and the cars are squeezing out space on the freeway for sales reps to work. Either way, each year a few sales reps die as they are attempting to give away a free sample of SKUNK Inc. Perfume.

Cravings

Pleasant Hill, CA

And I'm not even pregnant.

(Beyond the cut)

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Monday, September 3, 2007

Happy Labor Day

Antioch, CA

My father came up to John & I's place for a Bar B Q.

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Wood and Brick



Antioch, CA
I had to go to Lowe's today to pick up some stuff for my apartment.