Adspeak

I still remember walking in front of the Dodge dealership in Summerside when I was just an early teen, and seeing a poster that proudly proclaimed: “You won’t find these on Ford or Chev!”

Wow! Until then I thought that in advertising you never made any comment about the rival company, certainly never, ever, mentioned their name. I consulted a teacher at my school, and he assured me that they were not breaking any rules, as long as what they said was actually true—you wouldn’t find those things on Ford or Chev.

I re-checked the poster the next time I went by, and sure enough, the items mentioned were things like “torsion bar suspension” that Ford and Chev did not use at all. I found the idea of that poster, at a time when opponents were almost never mentioned in ads, to be quite intriguing. Perhaps obvious stuff, but to me clever marketing. Only a few people likely looked in detail at what they were mentioning, but the hidden message was there—Dodge was ahead of Ford and Chev in its innovations. I’ve always been interested in language, and I’ve always carried an interest in how a society makes use of language at its apparent highest level—advertising!

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Winter… auggh!

Bloody cold out there this morning… not that I have much right to complain, since my judgment is made from looking out the window and one trip in shirtsleeves to refill the bird feeder, but I can easily see and feel that it’s bitter. I’m sure my wife, who went off to work, will attest to that, but I don’t want to provoke any comments, however justified they might be.

Windy, which is the real killer I guess, since I’m probably at the warmest place in the Maritimes, at about -9 degrees Celsius at the moment, while the temperature drops precipitously toward a -25 in Northern New Brunswick. They can have it, snowmobiles, trails, winter fun and all.

The little birds are clustered outside on the food tray, feathers puffed out while the snow blusters around them. In spite of the cold (or maybe because of it) they still have the energy to fight for position as though some of them could protect the pile of seed for themselves alone through the rest of the winter. Some kind of little finches are there now, I guess, not one of the few breeds I can identify, since I’m new to this bird watching stuff. There’s a flock of Grosbeaks around as well, and they take over for a time, while a few little Chickadees manage to flit in and out when no one else is looking, or come down onto the deck below for the scatterings.
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Telling the World

Last week Dalhousie University issued a memo to students warning them about the possible dangers of “social networking” sites, the primary one being Facebook. Dal staff estimate that the majority of Dalhousie students are registered with Facebook, and it seems that majority membership extends also to high schools and other institutions, plus the millions of older adults who have joined the craze.

Dalhousie’s warning, and its concern comes from a lack of control of the data students and others enter into sites like Facebook. The university is struggling with Facebook groups such as a recent one that protested experimentation with animals that may or may not be taking place at Dalhousie. The “may or may not” comes from the situation with online pages where someone can espouse any theory without the need for proof, and in many cases, it is difficult to even locate the poster let alone change the material or possibly prosecute. Someone recently compared the Internet to the old west, where law was a thing so difficult to enforce that people just made the best of it. Many governments have looked at the issue of controlling the Internet, but none have figured out how to do it. While Facebook does generally indicate the actual identity of each person (which can be a problem in itself), it doesn’t always do so, and other areas like web-based email addresses can be hiding places where anyone can shoot sometimes vicious arrows at people with relative safety. Most school struggle with “cyber bullying” emanating from Hotmail email addresses, and find on inquiry that Microsoft Hotmail will not release identifying information (if that is in any way true) without a court order from a US Judge.

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The End of the Rainbow

It always seems that large companies wait until just before Christmas to announce plant closures and layoffs. Perhaps it’s more to coincide with the calendar year than any desire to make a really exciting Christmas for employees, but it always seems a cruel move to have employees trudge out, lunchbox in hand, for the last time amid snowflakes, Christmas lights, and waiting children.

The closure of the Dartmouth Moirs plant is just one more on a list that has become longer and longer over the last few decades. The “Pot of Gold” might be at the end of the rainbow, but it seems having the rainbow end in Mexico works better with the bottom line than having it end in Dartmouth. The closure of an almost 200 year old company follows a typical trend: started as a family business by a Moir ancestor in 1815; Pot of Gold, their best known product, is developed in 1928; it’s managed by several generations of Moirs; the company suffers in the 60’s and is taken over by a group of Nova Scotia businessmen who get an influx of funds and try to make a go of it; it’s bought out by Nabisco (American) in 1967; a new factory is built in Dartmouth in 1975; it’s bought out by Hershey Chocolate in 1987, and finally it’s closed with little warning in late 2007 in favor of moving the factory to Mexico. Continue reading

Struggling with the Tradition

So…… Merry Christmas! And “Happy Holidays” too, to cover those days around Christmas, such as New Years.

I’m quite certain my blog doesn’t travel far enough to get me criticized, ridiculed, or arrested for the use of the “Christmas” word.

I do exaggerate, but as most of you know, not too much. It’s getting more annoying, if not outright worrisome how Christ is being taken out of ….. out of whatever we can politically correctly call this holiday.

The attempts of governments of every level to come up with some inoffensive terminology for what has always been a Christian celebration would be hilarious, if it wasn’t at times threatening to those working in schools and government institutions. Continue reading

The Season of “Giving”

I’m troubled by Christmas. Have been for some time.

Christmas should be a high point in the year for Christian people. Although the date is likely all wrong, and the sequence of events like the arrival of the Magi all wrong, it is supposed to be a celebration of the birth of Jesus, the Messiah, 2000 years ago (2000 is close enough, because we apparently have the accuracy of that wrong as well).

I wondered how the whole thing got started… did the early church celebrate an anniversary of the birth of Christ, or was it started somewhere in the Middle Ages? My trusty Google soon told me that a celebration in December dated back long before the birth of Christ, as once pagan traditions that still linger on– such as the Yule Log, use of trees, and giving of gifts. Late December is the darkest time of the year, and a festival was just the thing to break up that somber cold. About a hundred years after Christ, these practices were cleaned up by converting the celebration to one remembering the birth of Christ, but obviously some of the traditions stuck and keep on today. Continue reading