Sticker Campaign - late might ramblings
So I'm on a roll. Board on a Saturday night, hitting all the grocery stores with in a nine-mile radius of my home. 5 of them are safeways. As much as I try to keep "Earth Wind and Fire" in my head, bustn' the jams, I start to realize I'm in safeway. I feel sterilized and start to wonder if my children will be dented for this sacrifice of time. Then a funny thing happens, and it happens again and again. A nubile, yet spliced voice comes on the intercom and pitches the virtues of "point of sale advertising."
"Welcome to safeway radio, broadcast around the world on our safeway satellite, we reach 190893478374people at the most important point in their purchasing decision, the point of sale"
My spirit lightens, planting stickers like seeds of anger in nighttime stockers, and my unborn children swim around me like martyred ghosts; pious, righteous and thin. Distant again. "No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes." A fog of purpose and powdered milk.
That ends with something like
"Inform your customers about your product."
And I feel a sense of group solidarity with that binary babe and the ruling class she translates for. Because "informing" is just what I'm doing.
Later I realize that this advertisement was most likely only
broadcast in silicon valley, at advertising executives, the ones who don't make too much (150tho-250) so they still wind up at the local grocery store in person on occasion (being without the full time aid of a personal assistant).
So I'm on a roll. Board on a Saturday night, hitting all the grocery stores with in a nine-mile radius of my home. 5 of them are safeways. As much as I try to keep "Earth Wind and Fire" in my head, bustn' the jams, I start to realize I'm in safeway. I feel sterilized and start to wonder if my children will be dented for this sacrifice of time. Then a funny thing happens, and it happens again and again. A nubile, yet spliced voice comes on the intercom and pitches the virtues of "point of sale advertising."
"Welcome to safeway radio, broadcast around the world on our safeway satellite, we reach 190893478374people at the most important point in their purchasing decision, the point of sale"
My spirit lightens, planting stickers like seeds of anger in nighttime stockers, and my unborn children swim around me like martyred ghosts; pious, righteous and thin. Distant again. "No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes." A fog of purpose and powdered milk.
That ends with something like
"Inform your customers about your product."
And I feel a sense of group solidarity with that binary babe and the ruling class she translates for. Because "informing" is just what I'm doing.
Later I realize that this advertisement was most likely only
broadcast in silicon valley, at advertising executives, the ones who don't make too much (150tho-250) so they still wind up at the local grocery store in person on occasion (being without the full time aid of a personal assistant).
palindrome:
Silly boy, there are girls too. You picked the wrong one!
holden_caulfield:
Intercoms fucking drive me mad! I worked in an office inside a GM plant/engineering center once and I could have sworn that damn thing was taking over my mind!