Monday 30 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Monday, December 29, 2003

Lemon more, ay

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Note: This one has a lesson about shopping bags that's still relevant right now. Hardly any cartons are available even today. But the shops throw out one to several compressed bales of cartons a day and force the use of their renewable bags. 

Monday, December 29, 2003

What happened to cardboard boxes at supermarkets?

I mean that from the bottom of my heart - what happened to being able to take groceries home in a carton? Once upon a time, stores kept a pile of boxes at the checkout and you selected one and all your stuff got put into it - bingo, no plastic bags. Nowadays, we are choking the whole damn world with LDPE bags.

Supermarkets will tell you it's just not economical to keep the steady stream of cartons to the checkouts, that it takes too much employee time to move them around. But. It takes an employee around 20 - 30 seconds per carton to slice dice fold and flatten it, then it takes the same amount of time whether they take flattened cartons out the back or complete cartons out the front, and then it takes extra time to stack the crusher and operate it.

Not economical? Then maybe you have the wrong idea of economy. You're still using the 'Jack' idiom. (Fuck you Jack, I'm okay) That says that as long as you don't have to pay for the problem of plastic LDPE bags filling up the rubbish tips - along with all your neatly pressed bales of flattened cartons, of course - then that's 'economical' or something...

Fact of the matter is, there is going to be a surcharge on plastic bags here in Australia, which keen retailers will pass on to the customer (with interest I'm sure) and that will ensure that people bring their own shopping bags to the stores. And believe me, your interest on the surcharge on the plastic bags that you didn't need to supply in the first place if you'd only bothered to train employees to think as they pack, that won't even begin to cover the cost of checkout ops puzzling over which odd-shaped carry bag to put the breads in, which bag will hold the weight of the frozen goods, and so forth.

Believe me because I'm an early adopter. I have a flotilla of carry bags which I take to the supermarket with me and which I insist are used instead of the plastic bags. And it invariably takes almost twice as long because you see, the bags aren't a standard, the checkout person has to think about things, they have to (instead of just starting a new bag when the preceding one has opnly two items in it) worry about whether they can put a bottle of dishwashing liquid in with the frozen, and so on. And of course, the fact that I have my own carry bags makes it a bit more special, they also tend not to crush stuff together they way they do with plastic bags.

I've often asked for cartons, on the basis that they're way easier to pack, cheaper, and may as well get reused, but hey - I'll keep pissing supermarkets off with my odd assortment of bags until they cave in... hehehe...


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Wednesday 25 October 2023

Finding My Posts Just Got Easier

I was giving someone the link to my list of blog articles I've written, aka "Ted's News Stand" and found out some excellent news myself.

Was just typing the whole URL https://ohaicorona.com/teds-news-stand and the friend messaged back "Found it - I just typed  'teds news stand'  into the browser and there it was."

So You Know Why I'm Over The Moon - Right?

A search for that term is in the first page of search results. If you type 'teds news stand' into your browser, it's the first link on the page. "Ted's News Stand - O Hai Corona!"

Briefly - most readers know I run nine blogs, a few video sites (but few videos, mostly just reportage) and am on a few instant messenger sites and social networks. O Hai Corona! is a blog I started when the pandemic struck, mainly as a way to organise my own info about SARS-CoV-2 COVID-19 whatever you want to call it. I was sh*t frightened as I'm respiratory-compromised, have some auto-immune issues, and we were being hammered by a tiny little mote of dust with homicidal intentions. 

The upshot now is I can just tell people to type "teds news stand" into their browser and they can find that site. YOU can just tell people to type "teds news stand" into their browser and they can find that site. 

And the search term got into the Engines Of Webified Enfindment because a few people have searched for it. I'm a bit overwhelmed by that. So Thank You to everyone that's gone to the News Stand and checked out my latest articles. You lovely people have made my day. 

Ted's News Stand

What it is, is a page on the Ohaicorona blog which I run in a separate server I lease from Digital Pacific mainly because I've always used them as my go-to website provider, they also provide DNS and any other services I'd like to run so I  have the O Hai Corona! blog there, some content I needed to host centrally, and so forth. They are inexpensive and do a good job, but they do cost in server fees. When I was doing freelance IT I'd send most of my clients there if they needed a web presence because DP have great tech support so that took some of the load off me.

And it let me build the News Stand page: 


All the important stuff is in the top of that page, a link to subscribe to the newsletter, then a list of the most recent 20 or so articles, newest first. Below that there are a few more bits'n'bobs, and if you're one of the tech-savvy that have a newsreader of your own to put you in control of your daily reading from around the web, let me know and I'll post the addresses of the newsfeeds of everything I have that has an Atom or RSS link. (I might do this just for the heck of it anyway one day, so just scroll down and see.)

The newsletter comes out on Friday AEST (Australian Eastern Standard Time) so it's not like you get bombarded from me, and if you ever want to chat with me I'm on BlueSky, Mastodon, MeWe, and more as PTEC3D, you can use the Mastodon link under the little graphic below to chat to me there, or search for me. 

The little graphic also has a link to Ted's News Stand and links to help me out by making a one-time (or monthly!) donation of about the price of a cup of coffee. 

(Also a memoriam: CMV 15 December 1954 - 13 October 2023 vale Rainbow Brite)

Sunday 22 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Friday, December 26, 2003

Roam Lemney

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Friday, December 26, 2003

Almost time to...

Almost time to ... ummm ... well, actually, to act like an old fart. Which I am.

Y'see, it's another year almost gone by. Another round of technological advances that made our heads spin, another crop of ideas, technologies, gadgets, and pure scientific discovery that would have been unimaginable a few years earlier.

My father was born in 1927, in a sleepy town outside Austria, in a world that was still recovering from WW1. A world, furthermore, that didn't have half the advantages we have now, so recovery took time. We don't comprehend that, nowadays. A country is torn up by war, we move in the UN and Red Cross and a few volunteer organisations, six months later the news shows this dramatic recovery. Oh yeah, and we have almost instant news now, too - my father was sometimes lucky to find out in the European newspapers, things that had taken place a month ago in the USA. And news from Australia, well that was right out.

My dad ran off to join the German Marine at the age of fifteen, and after WW2 he took an apprenticeship as a butcher, then studied and became an advertising artist in Vienna, and there he met my mother. 1955 or 1956, my mother's parents moved to Vienna from the family farm to join what were soon to become my wedded parents. The first time Mum switched on an electric light, they crossed themselves and were apparently very uneasy about light that didn't come out of a candle or oil lamp.

My father owned a car, which placed him firmly in the well-to-do class at the time. And he went back to studies, this time in agricultural engineering. Soon after, we were on our way to Arabia, to Bahrain Island, to start a dairy / market garden farm for a newly oil-rich sheik, who was making money off people like my father who owned 'automobiles' and needed 'benzene' for them.

On Bahrain, we had air conditioning (gasp!) and (oh envy, oh wonder!) a record player and television. Saudi Arabia of course had all the most mod of the mod cons, with all that newfound wealth floating around, so we lived fair and square among a millionnaire playboy set at that time. Oh yeah, I came along in 1957, we were on Bahrain from 1960 to 1963, at which time we'd fulfilled the contract of the dairy farm. I became used to speed boats, dhows, fast American and European cars, airplane flights back home once a year, Meccano sets of baffling complexities, and much to the credit if St Christopher's Convent run School, I became enthralled witrh books, learned Latin and French (in my first year in school mind you, and was made familiar with set theory and other mathematical and scientific learning, I know now that the time from about age three to age - say - nine are knowledge sponge years, I soaked up curriculata and extracurriculata almost in minutes. On my first day there I spoke not a word of English, by the afternoon I had worked out hello, my name is Rupert (and if any of you readers ever let on I'll kill ya!) and the magic word for all us first-time mum-deprived miserable little bunnies - 'home!'...

By the end of the first year I could converse in poorly accented but grammatically and syntactically correct French, and manage some Latin, as well as having picked up English. My life has always been a little faster because of that initial start of parallel multitasking I needed to undertake to make this all happen. A lot of Baby Boomers were expatria and learning more than one culture. I was learning Arabic, and the gentle art of Arabic crudities, from the coolies on the farm, picking up an English Catholic education complete with formal everything, and still maintaining an Austrian home life. Within a few years, we left Saudi for Australia. After a bried few stints as a farmhand on various farms, my father went and studied again, this time to become a powerhouse engine driver. In that period, stereo became the standard for record players, and cassette tapes replaced the opne reel messagetapes the grandparents sent us the news on.

They felt quite hip because they had a small tabletop reel to reel tape recorder, (oh, about 30cm by 30cm by 17cm high, weighed about 8 to 10 kilos...) and we with our newfound Arabian sophistication, wished they'd discover cassette tapes. By the time I was ten I was firmly hooked into electronics, could service some appliances and equipment, and finally took a traineeship with an airline to develop my skills. In here, things like transistors had started making themselves felt, although a lot of aircraft back then flew with valve technology under the hood. Panasonic's donut-shaped Panapet wrist radios were all the cheerful rage.

I started to predict how technology would help foster even more technology once I realised the implications inherent in video cassettes, of being able to transfer a whole visual concept in mov ing visual form, and how that would start accelerating as phones and videos came closer together (hey I'm a visionary, what can I say) and started to look at this relative newcomer on the scene, integrated circuits. With integrated circuits, I thought, it was only a matter of time before they stacked up the layers to get more into one chip. Well, they're still trying to do that now, so I may yet be right...

And with the advent of chips and logic gates, one could now build a 4 bit computer that programmed through front-panel switches and outputted through what were then very high tech front panel red LEDs. I bought one and built it. And lost interest fairly quickly while I tried to design a way to make a small dirigible fly with a video camera and transmit signal back. I never got either off the ground...

But by the late 70's when I left the traineeship and came back to Australia, Sir Clive Sinclair had made a small personal computert for under $200, and I bought one. A few years later, in the mid 80'2, I was busy buying enough parts to build a 286 AT class PC, and in mid 1990 I had my first Pentium, now I have P4 machines, Xeon machines, mobile Pentium laptops, and a pocket organiser that runs Win CE. (As well as rings around my 286, 386SX, 486DX33, and probably my first pentium 75 as well...)

Also in that time period, we went from stethoscopes to xrays to mri and CAT scan and PET and hundreds of other medical techniques like laser eye surgery, stainless steel stents to keep arteries open, keyhols surgery with cameras inside the patient, exploding of kidney stones, hundreds of pharmaceutical innovations, and a leap from basic genetics to a map of several species' entire genomes.

My father's stroke after surgery last year could have been prevented had it happened this year, with advances in the treatment of stroke, and advances in the carotid stentowhatevery that he needed on hos right carotid and which sent the blood clot shooting up to kill half of his brain.

Similarly, if I manage my emphysema wisely, I expect that before it becomes too bad there will be treatments available, there are already fine high-efficiency artificial lungs out there that can put oxygen into the blood, and it can't be too long before they develop another one to scrub the CO2 out.

In this year I've seen almost twice as many new ideas and technologies emerge and start prducing results, as there were in the two years before. Nanotechnology has been whispering along ever so quietly in the background, and now suddenly, there are nannies at work in a variety of manufacturing processes and products, and in a few more years, nanaparticles with receptors and iron pellets will detox my body should I overdose on Es or some other drug, or if I catch several varieties of diseases, or possibly even for various heavy metals, and while the developers say that FDA tests are five years away, I think three years is more a fair estimate.

Each technology reinforces another, which then leaps ahead and reinforces yet another discipline. There are websites out there now devoted to picking when the so-called Singularity will occur, the moment when scientific and technological advances hits the asymptote of the curve, when advance overtakes the capability to cope with it.

I don't think there's far to go. I learnt to multitask and learn fast due to my childhood experiences, many of my contemporary Boomers aren't quite there. But GenXers are there, they are so fully there... They grew up with multitasking, learning things fast is the rule not the exception - and are more capable of absorbing the multitude of new things that come along these days than your elders, aren't you?

To you, it seems unthinkable to not have a wired world. You probably can't imagine that my homework right through to the end of High School was all done on paper, usually written by hand but later I got my hands on a small Lettera Olivetti typewriter, and I saved my pocket money for several months to buy a Casio calculator... I planted vegetable gardens and wasn't overcome by ennui when the seeds took months to grow into plants and then another few months to produce vegetables... And I knew for a fact that cancer would kill you, there was no such thing as AIDS, and we'd have a base on the Moon as soon as we got that first load of astronauts up there...

You *expect* things to happen fast. Most would feel like we were missing a limb if we couldn't read news online, would feel timewarped if we picked up a magazine with this month's date on it and last month's news inside.

So - what's 2004 going to bring us? No coals please, but I reckon we'll get a few things that will have definite wow factor.


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Wednesday 18 October 2023

A New Hypothesis Of How The Universe Formed?

I'm crap at cosmology/astrophysics/religious_nuttery.

I'm the first to admit it. Most of my thoughts are wild stabs taken in the general direction of some brainfart or other I've had, and sometimes they're close, sometimes they're further off the wall than a Liberal's justification for keeping on feeding business to their Fossil Fuel Cartel mates' pockets.

So

We used to think the Universe was 14bn years old. Then we changed our minds: And why was because of the JWST's fndings.Those made scientists reach for new hypotheses because the telescope found galaxies that appear to come from earlier than we expected the first galaxies to form. By a significant amount.

Hmmmm....

If JWST can look back to 10,000,000,000 and we theorise the Universe to be 14,000,000,000 years old.

And if the things the JWST found were well-formed galaxies.

And if we theorise that there shouldn't have been galaxies yet then I can see several possibilities:

  1. Our theories about the age of the Universe are wayyy wrong. 
    1. I can't find any real justification for this because "tired photons?" Come on. Better yet, come back April 1st. Or come back yesterday because at least that would support your hypothesis.
  2. Our theories about the speed of formation are wayyy wrong.
    1. There doesn't appear to be the time in that first portion of the expansion for things to randomly clump together and form into such huge accretions, and I'm happy to concur that this is probably correct. 
  3. Time proceeded at a far different rate in the first few billion years than we think.
    1. Everyone agrees that we have nine tenths of five fifths of zero real understanding of what happened at the instant the Universe began, or even which exact infinitesimally tiny time period was the instant after that beginning. 
  4. Light itself moved at a different rate in the first few billion years than we think.
    1. Again - we know that light is so fast that it reaches its destination in zero time in its own timeframe which is infinite time in ours. But that can't be if the Universe is cyclic because then there's be an end point to time and therefore that time dilation parity would not be able to be satisfied.
  5. And so, hear me out on this: The Universe is cyclic and since there's effectively no space or time between Big Bang and Big Bust, we're seeing "leftover galaxies" from the previous cycle(s).
    1. Think. The "interval" between one deflation and the next inflation is by definition unmeasurable. That means one follows the other instantly. And suppose that the old "everything can be changed into everything else but the total amount must remain the same" sort of leaks at each cycle. Slowly the amount of stuff in each Universe is leaking away every cycle. 
    2. It can be made up of whatever "stuff" creates a Universe (or some other construct that we wouldn't necessarily recognise as a Universe) and it just happened by coincidence that this Universe and the last one just happened to be of a largely similar consistency. 
    3. The leakage has taken away a small amount of something and that mainfgests to us now as the last few billion years of the previous "whatever" having stayed in existence for the new inflation to take place in.

In other words we could very well be living in a slowly evaporating bubble of (in/de)flation cycles that'll eventually all leak away to "the other side" of wherever (in/de)flation cycles go to be part of a bigger cycle of a whole range of unimaginable "(in/de)flation cycle bubles."

It really doesn't matter to us since we presume we're in a still-young Universe so we probably wouldn't make the next tail-end. And even if we were in that tail, it'd still decay to nothing and be consumed in the deflation after the next. 

I'm eager to hear from you all, and I'm happy to be told why it's an unworkable hypothesis based on a purely thought experiment. You can (I think?) comment here, or better yet, contact me on the Mastodon link below this graphic. If you click the rolled-up newspaper in the graphic you'll be taken to my News Stand to see all the latest posts across all my blogs and even sign up for my newsletter that comes out once a week. Also if you'd share my articles to your messaging and social network friends that would help me immensely.

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Monday 16 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Friday, December 26, 2003

More My Elan

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Friday, December 26, 2003

HGH of the century

I was watching a thing on TV on the life of Jesus, and it suddenly became clear to me - we're not a spiritual people any more.

See, there was this picture of a tribesman laying beside his little fire and tending it, and you could tell that even though he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he was having deep thoughts. Unlike us.

He was having the deep thoughts because, you see, he had bugger all else to do except think philosophical and spiritual thoughts. No boss breathing down his neck for 'that job that was due yesterday,' no need to worry about finding parking for the car, nothing like that disturbed his little pool of calm. Unlike us.

He wasn't worried if his PC was infected with a virus, he wasn't reading spam about viagra and human growth hormone, and he didn't have to fret about a mortgage. Seems all too idyllic doesn't it?

Because that's what we get today - all that pressure to live forever, perform forever. No wonder we don't have time to sit and poke little twigs into a fire and think deeply fulfilling thoughts about eternal life...

We rush from one thing to another, out of a bed that's 1000% better than this guy's sleeping position in the dirt beside his fire, to a breakfast which is probably what his local king would eat, to a job where we can feel fulfilled and productive, unlike him whose only imprtant function was probably to act as a human fence to a bunch of goats.

Lunch is something he would think about while chewing up a couple of freshly preserved olives and some dry fetta and flatbread, he wouldn't even dream about a lunch like we're having with a chicken schnitzel burger with salad and mayo, or a sit-down meal at Old Papa's or Il Vecc or whatever our favourite nosh spot is. Hell, one of our meals, he'd probably split with his family because it's so big.

While we go home to a house that's a few hundred squares, he'd go back to a cosy little cabin, where our place is filled with spouses and kids, his would also contain the family goat and the family dog, the grandparents, and his brother's family as well, there'd be camaraderie and people all around, real love none of this "love you daddy i'm going to bed now' stuff for him.

Then while we were catching up on the news after dinner, and logging into our ISP to check our emails, he'd be tending the sickest child and repeating the stories he'dheard from the other herders, and whatever it was he'd thought of while he was burning that stuff in the fire.

We'd tell our other half the best of the latest crop of jokes, he'd be discussing what Ali bin Yussef has been doing with turning seemingly ordinary mud into superb cooking utensils.

He was so lucky, we're so unlucky - yes?

Because then, when we in the present get to the bit of email that says "live forever! HGH will fix your knackered old body, make you feel better, and make your whole life better!', well that's the part where, in his world, he opens his eyes really wide and asks if anyone's heard of this Jesus person, because, he says "this Jesus says we can live forever! Religion will fix our knackered old body, make us feel better, and make our whole life better!'

And that's where, suddenly, it becomes unclear whether the old spiritual and new clinical modern couldn't just be the same thing but under a different layer of snake oil...


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

 


Sunday 8 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Sunday, December 07, 2003

Leroy Nemm

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Sunday, December 07, 2003

MDM and the Microsoft Way

I'm just buying myself a P75-powered Libretto 50CT. Years behind the in-crowd, I've found a secondhand miniscule PC which I quite like. I intend to use it for programming external devices like door access systems, PABxs, PIC programmers, and so forth. (Also, I like the size of it, I haven't seen as versatile a communications machine since the Tandy M100/M200 'laptops' of 20 years ago. I still have and use my M200, it's inbuilt comms software and port have been a godsend on more than one occasion.)

Another thing about the Libretto, it runs Windows. I'm not biased, but much of the software written for serial programming and control of those devices has been written for Windows and never ported to any other operating system. I don't fancy doing any porting myself, as my knowledge of C or whatever is approximately zero. So the fact that this palmtop came with Win98SE on it was attractive.

I also like things to work reasonably well, so I started uninstalling stuff that I know isn't needed, unloading processes that do nothing for the operating system, and generally taking out stuff I know destabilises Win98. (I think I had some sort of record once, I kept a Win98 machine with a record uptime of 84 days, and it was running a web server and chat server... But that was probably a fluke...)

And right there, when I was trimming the running processes down to Explorer and Systray, it hit me. What sort of pants-down-bend-over-assume-the-position operating system runs a process like mdm.exe? (For the uninitiated, mdm is the Machine Debug Manager.) 'We accept that our software is so full of holes that we've written this special program to watch over it all and assist in debugging and recovering of crashed software.'

Okay, so maybe that's not precisely the way it works but the secret to gauging the company's attitude to it's own software IS in the naming of the program. It's like the famous 'Shouldn't See This' window that sometimes comes up as Win98 or 95 is spectacularly crashing - why bother to name such a process unless you fully expect it to be visible? And why would you expect that, hmmm?

So the culture of MS is pretty obvious from things like that. They build it fully expecting it to crash, to fail. And all those developers follow their lead, building ever more software for a platform that's already doomed by its own programmers not having faith in it. No wonder there's such a huge market of malware makers out there, they can all see the head-hanging attitude and immediately *know* they're going to have no trouble showing this software who's boss...

Worst of all, you can't just kill the mdm process, Win98 keeps resurrecting it. That about says it all... %)


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world. 

Sunday 1 October 2023

From Ye Old Blogge: Thursday, December 04, 2003

 Memory Lane

Some old pre-Blogspot.com posts, recycled.

Thursday, December 04, 2003

Sandlots shops and other shit

Here in Western Australia, Perth in particular, we have sand all the way from surface to bedrock. Greyish sand, yellowish sand, sand with humus in it if we garden, sand with black mangrove mud through it if we live on reclaimed low-lying areas. You get the idea, we have sand sand and more sand.

And sand can actually support grass, trees, and decent vegetation. It's supported native plants for millennia, and it can support our imported plants as well. In fact, surprisingly, the sand also supports some rather large buildings. A geologist friend of mine shudders every time he sees the Business District, he reckons one decent wash of water over the place and all those buildings will just sink below the surface because bedrock is hundreds of feet down - and sand all the way down to there. 

And those businesses, they vary in how successful they are, because of what they plant outside. In Perth's CBD, they get the Council to plant parks and verges, anywhere that can be planted, is planted. It's one of the reasons I love Perth so much, you can drive along the coastal highway for miles and look towards the most densely packed suburbs and all you really see is an expanse of trees and vegetation with rooves showing here and there. It's one of the bonuses of living here.

The most successful businesses outside the CBD have their verge sorted out, they have a nature strip with decent plantings of green and flowering plants, and if they don't, well not only do they look dodgy, they usually don't do all that well either. The other day I drove past several one and two dollar stores with dried up bushes around the doors, sand blowing over their footpaths, and went to a slightly more expensive cheap shop to buy my plastic tub for soaking mulch in. This store was in a shop and carpark complex but they laid it out neat and clean, a kind of 'we can't plant neat rows of stuff on asphalt but dammit we'll keep it clean and the kerbs painted and the buildings looking neat!'

I was immediately impressed, and several things about this struck me. If you take premises which have some garden outside, you damn well better look after it. A dodgy slovenly looking piece of ill-cared brownery makes customers wonder if they won't get the same neglect, and if the stock inside has been similarly left to age, and many of the bypass those premises. Places like this, I've found, usually cater to a fanatic specialty crowd who just need the goods and will go to any lengths to secure their curtain material or fishing tackle or whatever.

Anyone that doesn't have a special interest group niche and has a crappy surrounding and exterior, well you usually find the wrecking ball swinging there within a few years at the outside. And Feng Shuei claims that since old times - keep your Feng Shuei clean and neat and you will be successful. They knew a thing or two, did those Chinese.

So - shops with better gardens - do they really do better? Hell yeah - after all, they can afford a gardener to maintain the place, they can afford to replace tatty looking plants, and they couldn't do that if they were going broke... By starting out looking affluent and well-cared-for, they have established a self-fulfilling prophecy. I'd shop there because my gut would say 'hey those people have a well-tended shop' and I'd believe they were more well-off than the dodgy-looking shop with the blasted desert outside.

People will tell you that 'the product sells itself, it really does' and you can look them straight back in the eye and say 'nope - my hard work setting up my shop and the fifteen feet out front, THAT sells the product' and you'd be right. 

Packaging of a product starts in the carpark.


These are random blog posts I recently rescued from a text dump of my earliest recorded blog posts from Ye Good Ole Days of writing stuff in Notepad and using some weird software that basically uploaded your entire blog every time you added a new article or edited an old one.

I'm shamelessly adding that little mini-banner graphic with links for you to donate, check my newsletter site, and generally get more entangled in my weird world.