i remember high school..vaguely..well.
what i remember most was getting high and getting by while making friends and hopefully the honour roll. Math class was important to me for absolutely no other reason than a boy. he didn't sit close to me or anything but he always knew the answers and when to look my way. Science senior year was first period. my ass would fly in by 8:48A usually laughing and making everything seem experimental. today we're going to talk about natural distinction. i don't even think that was a talking point but it seems good enough for my memory for now.
today's lesson is brought to you by the letters: H
and I
you can find them in the alphabet consecutively after G.
my science teacher lit a cigarette during a lesson one morning after asking one of us kids.
kids right? the kind that wake up in the morning and smoke a bowl in the bathroom before heading off to homeroom. the kind that study high take the test high and get high marks. the kids who didn't grow up until they grew out of their watered down, catholicisism - instilled in them since Pre-K. yeah those kids have got to have a cigarette on them. and one did.
one by one we filed down hallways cursing those who stopped dead in front of us to hug their friends or worse - make out with their significant others at the time.
at the time because you know it's the time of experimenting and bullshit. (pardon my french)
you're way too young to have a relationship in high school. high school sweethearts are for the hopelessly devoted and the lovers of Rom-Com. but if you're currently married to your high school sweetheart and it has been over 25 years then you can stop here and i apologize.
must have been love at first sight much like me and English class. it wasn't the essays or the multiple choice that got me by it was my teacher. she was smart and more than anything she was understanding that being a student in high school is one of the most annoying things we have to be. she let you babysit her kids she was that cool - well not you, but me - i did. a few times. teachers like her make you appreciate the future and make you want the best outcomes for your own hard work. don't you think it would be easier to be a student in high school if all of your teachers allowed you to watch their kids?
if you want to share your high school story, please do. except social studies. i left that shit out for a reason.
13.12.13
9.12.13
a moment of friendship for a lifetime.
can you remember the last time you watched a movie, listened to a song, heard something; really heard something, that someone was telling you - and thought, when have i ever felt like this before?
the last time this happened to me was last night and i was sitting in a 24-hour Vietnamese restaurant in Vancouver. i was eating soup - you know the kind, and i was telling someone very close to me about my weekend. now when i say very close i mean close like family and we were sitting across the table from each other. my weekend was spent in Kelowna with who i now realize is my longest-known friend from childhood with whom i still keep in contact. we had a relaxing weekend of couch hopping-joint passing-guitar strumming. we didn't do a whole lot of anything but we did the most important thing which was catching up on two years prior. lucky for us there was no arguing about where to go; what to do; how to think. lucky for us, our friendship proved that time and distance means nothing compared to Disney memories and adolescent laughs. when have you felt like this before? people they enter our lives at such random times that we almost try and pressure ourselves into creating a relationship with them even if we know far too little yet. it's the red hair or the neck tattoo or the way they turned to look at you; seconds after your head just said, hello cutie, you've got to wonder. we want relationships. people need people they always will. so people seek out relationships wherever they go in hopes of discovering a magical passage to friendship. if you're out there searching, please let me know where you end up.
the last time this happened to me was last night and i was sitting in a 24-hour Vietnamese restaurant in Vancouver. i was eating soup - you know the kind, and i was telling someone very close to me about my weekend. now when i say very close i mean close like family and we were sitting across the table from each other. my weekend was spent in Kelowna with who i now realize is my longest-known friend from childhood with whom i still keep in contact. we had a relaxing weekend of couch hopping-joint passing-guitar strumming. we didn't do a whole lot of anything but we did the most important thing which was catching up on two years prior. lucky for us there was no arguing about where to go; what to do; how to think. lucky for us, our friendship proved that time and distance means nothing compared to Disney memories and adolescent laughs. when have you felt like this before? people they enter our lives at such random times that we almost try and pressure ourselves into creating a relationship with them even if we know far too little yet. it's the red hair or the neck tattoo or the way they turned to look at you; seconds after your head just said, hello cutie, you've got to wonder. we want relationships. people need people they always will. so people seek out relationships wherever they go in hopes of discovering a magical passage to friendship. if you're out there searching, please let me know where you end up.
27.10.13
The Internet is still great for porn.
I want to write today. I have nothing important to tell. there are so many things worth talking about that it's probably better you just try Google. Google it - look up the information you seek. in less than sixty seconds you can find out all that you desire. does it scare you at all? does it make you uneasy that at your fingertips is an entire wardrobe of answers and secrets?
what's the word that means, scared of technology?
one minute, as i Google......
Luddites were 19th century English textile artisans.
A Luddite is referred to as those who are opposed to, or slow to adopt technologies.
also if someone has Technophobia they are known for their fear of technology.
Thanks Google.
over night there are thousands of changes made to content online.
hundreds of thousands, probably more.
the internet is something immeasurable.
it's like a milkshake and it brings all the boys to the yard.
at the moment, online in my area they're all talking about the snowfall, NFL, and maybe, just maybe The World Series. but what they're not doing online is thinking about why they're online.
because we go online to do something, find someone, buy something, learn more. we don't need a real reason we just need an excuse. and it's funny because the best part of the internet was once, pornography. at one point the biggest - no, best - part of the internet was porn.
or maybe it still is but it's also for being social.
Social Networking created a new planet to orbit the World Wide Web.
Facebook.. Twitter.. YouTube.. LinkedIn.. they're old news now.
someone posts a less-than-professional photo to their Timeline, another person's Bio pleads for 18+ Followers only, oh yeah, and Miley Cyrus music videos.
Social changed the porn game. nudes were more frequent and most definitely, always free.
access to the illegal, the taboo became so easy that they started their own communities; groups; lists.
on this planet, prohibition died. opinions reign and the more ignorant the better, it seems.
How did we ever let it get to this?
Did everybody suddenly start having amazing sex?
or did we all just get a little lazy?
Social changed the communication game. people now talk with character limits in mind. they try to keep engagement at a minimum; emotionally, physically. people don't want to look for the answers anymore. people want for the Top 3 Ranked on Google.
The Internet started as a candle that was fed to grow into a bonfire of epic proportions.
you are nobody if you aren't on The Internet today. it owns us it owns you.
and every moment we are making Digital Eye Contact with the devil.
what's the word that means, scared of technology?
one minute, as i Google......
Luddites were 19th century English textile artisans.
A Luddite is referred to as those who are opposed to, or slow to adopt technologies.
also if someone has Technophobia they are known for their fear of technology.
Thanks Google.
over night there are thousands of changes made to content online.
hundreds of thousands, probably more.
the internet is something immeasurable.
it's like a milkshake and it brings all the boys to the yard.
at the moment, online in my area they're all talking about the snowfall, NFL, and maybe, just maybe The World Series. but what they're not doing online is thinking about why they're online.
because we go online to do something, find someone, buy something, learn more. we don't need a real reason we just need an excuse. and it's funny because the best part of the internet was once, pornography. at one point the biggest - no, best - part of the internet was porn.
or maybe it still is but it's also for being social.
Social Networking created a new planet to orbit the World Wide Web.
Facebook.. Twitter.. YouTube.. LinkedIn.. they're old news now.
someone posts a less-than-professional photo to their Timeline, another person's Bio pleads for 18+ Followers only, oh yeah, and Miley Cyrus music videos.
Social changed the porn game. nudes were more frequent and most definitely, always free.
access to the illegal, the taboo became so easy that they started their own communities; groups; lists.
on this planet, prohibition died. opinions reign and the more ignorant the better, it seems.
How did we ever let it get to this?
Did everybody suddenly start having amazing sex?
or did we all just get a little lazy?
Social changed the communication game. people now talk with character limits in mind. they try to keep engagement at a minimum; emotionally, physically. people don't want to look for the answers anymore. people want for the Top 3 Ranked on Google.
The Internet started as a candle that was fed to grow into a bonfire of epic proportions.
you are nobody if you aren't on The Internet today. it owns us it owns you.
and every moment we are making Digital Eye Contact with the devil.
19.9.13
music. good music. local music. simple as that.
about ten days ago i was given a CD by the artist himself.
in my life this has happened only three different times.
here...give it a listen, they say.
let me know what you think, they told me.
and of course i listened to the CD.
repeatedly, for a few days.
was it good?
it was great.
what makes music great today?
talent.
simple as that.
since i don't promote bands and concerts i'm not going to tell you to listen to any type of music or any specific artist. i will tell you that there are so many types of music today that it is almost deafening...
almost.
when i first started listening to music it was always classic rock; rock; hard rock; rock & roll; heavy metal. my favourite musical group is, Iron Maiden (heavy metal). my favourite singers: Bob Dylan (folk/blues rock), Jimi Hendrix (hard/blues/psychedelic rock) and Bob Marley (reggae; rocksteady).
like many people - i'm sure - music is not in my life nearly as much as i would like it to be.
well let me rephrase that.... good music is not in my life nearly as much as i would like it to be.
the music on most all radio stations today is dated and redundant.
the music played at the office, the grocery store, the hair dressers' - it's all the same shit.
that's why when somebody hands you a CD; their CD - you get excited.
you really have no other option.
it's new. it's tuned. it's for your ears only.
when someone puts their entire being - nevermind their heart & soul - into the lyrics, the beat, the performance..you just know. you just know that the place where this person is coming from is deep and dark and far, far away. something changes when you listen to what somebody else is used to hearing.
when you think of music you may think of something catchy, upbeat, loud and full of bass
but do you think of writing?
always write. right all ways.
and you too will create a beautiful song to be sung.
5.9.13
a beautiful fucking day
i like it. you're sexy.
you turn me on.
when you meet somebody for the first time - blind date.
possibly one of the most important things is to just be yourself.
i like it.
except we aren't entirely ourselves.
first of all we're blind
you're sexy.
second of all we're horny as hell because why on earth would we be on a blind date in the first place?
you turn me on.
the easiest thing; the simple thing, to do would be to
forget about inhibitions and just forget about clothes.
wouldn't it be so amazing
you are walking down the street and there is a slight breeze but you can feel the back of your shirt begin to stick in the middle, right above your hips - so it's already hot out.
let's say it's almost 10:00 am and you're going to get a coffee and you're not late for work or anything because actually today is your day off.
the wind picks up something just out of your line of sight and it's kind of burgundy or maroon or mostly it's the colour that makes you think, i like it.
the next time you look up it's only to hit the button at the crosswalk which you are now standing at - on the corner of whatever and whatever and it's a beautiful fucking day.
the next time you realize where you are you see this person; this flash of burgundy/maroon
waiting on the opposite side of the crosswalk.
and the light changes from orange hand to bright person in action and your foot twitches but you don't lift it because by the time you think you want to start walking there's no way you could pass up an opportunity like this
on a day
like this.
and in the hot air you hear, you're sexy.
nothing brushes past you because suddenly your hand is grabbed and lifted up over your head as in you are the champion, my friend.
and you're pushed up against the lightpole at the crosswalk and your lips are pressing up against lips but you're blind and you're hot and you're impossibly horny so you stop.
why because you don't know this person.
but you say, come back to my place so we can take our clothes off.
you turn me on.
have we become so immune to sensuality?
i'd like to think not.
you turn me on.
when you meet somebody for the first time - blind date.
possibly one of the most important things is to just be yourself.
i like it.
except we aren't entirely ourselves.
first of all we're blind
you're sexy.
second of all we're horny as hell because why on earth would we be on a blind date in the first place?
you turn me on.
the easiest thing; the simple thing, to do would be to
forget about inhibitions and just forget about clothes.
wouldn't it be so amazing
you are walking down the street and there is a slight breeze but you can feel the back of your shirt begin to stick in the middle, right above your hips - so it's already hot out.
let's say it's almost 10:00 am and you're going to get a coffee and you're not late for work or anything because actually today is your day off.
the wind picks up something just out of your line of sight and it's kind of burgundy or maroon or mostly it's the colour that makes you think, i like it.
the next time you look up it's only to hit the button at the crosswalk which you are now standing at - on the corner of whatever and whatever and it's a beautiful fucking day.
the next time you realize where you are you see this person; this flash of burgundy/maroon
waiting on the opposite side of the crosswalk.
and the light changes from orange hand to bright person in action and your foot twitches but you don't lift it because by the time you think you want to start walking there's no way you could pass up an opportunity like this
on a day
like this.
and in the hot air you hear, you're sexy.
nothing brushes past you because suddenly your hand is grabbed and lifted up over your head as in you are the champion, my friend.
and you're pushed up against the lightpole at the crosswalk and your lips are pressing up against lips but you're blind and you're hot and you're impossibly horny so you stop.
why because you don't know this person.
but you say, come back to my place so we can take our clothes off.
you turn me on.
have we become so immune to sensuality?
i'd like to think not.
18.8.13
five minutes
about how long i actually believed that you wanted to see me. be with me. near me. around me. giving each other these little tests and challenges doesn't seem to be working. we have expectations of each other that neither of us can ever meet. then i look back to being fifteen years old, when i met you in a pizza shop.
i didn't even give you the time of day.
back then it was all Led Zeppelin and illegal substance. back then was all pretty easy compared to today. i had no idea that more than five, six, years later you would still be able to cut slices
into me.
there are three million, one-hundred and fifty-three thousand, six-hundred minutes in six years.
20% of the time we've known each other i have believed that you have wanted to be with me.
3,153,600
five minutes.
blame me for being motivated; passionate about the world we live in.
the ground we are privileged to walk on with two legs and feet.
blame me for working extra hours; days, for no extra money.
money that i need to start my future on that same ground.
blame me for the challenges and the bridges that were put up.
they were put up for no one else but me.
i love you and it hurts me to say that.
but a lot can happen in five minutes.
i didn't even give you the time of day.
back then it was all Led Zeppelin and illegal substance. back then was all pretty easy compared to today. i had no idea that more than five, six, years later you would still be able to cut slices
into me.
there are three million, one-hundred and fifty-three thousand, six-hundred minutes in six years.
20% of the time we've known each other i have believed that you have wanted to be with me.
3,153,600
five minutes.
blame me for being motivated; passionate about the world we live in.
the ground we are privileged to walk on with two legs and feet.
blame me for working extra hours; days, for no extra money.
money that i need to start my future on that same ground.
blame me for the challenges and the bridges that were put up.
they were put up for no one else but me.
i love you and it hurts me to say that.
but a lot can happen in five minutes.
21.7.13
late bloomers a.k.a. Give Me A Break (no Kit-Kat)
Hello. I love you. Won't you tell me your name?
If it were as simple as that we might all be wifed up with kids by now.
We hear it all the time and we've probably said it before ourselves, shit happens.
Someone we consider a friend asks us out for coffee -just coffee, yet they suggest 'dinner instead maybe?'
Someone -at work of all places, asks us if we are wearing pajamas, yet tells us we look 'hot' today.
Someone says they like you -at least you are under this impression, yet they don't want anything more.
Someone says they never want to see you again -says, 'fuck you', yet never lets you go.
Someone else makes someone else tell you they like you.
GIVE
ME
A
BREAK
(no Kit-Kat please)
As we get into late 2013 I'm starting to realize that everybody wants something and nobody knows how to get it. When you ask questions -if you're good at it, you get answers. If you're really good, you get exactly what you wanted. And if you're great you always will. But as well, as we get into late 2013 I have become entirely convinced that absolutely nobody wants to grow up. And that's OK.
Growing up is difficult. We want to be young. We get scared because we start to feel old. We are hot and cold and passionate and aggressive and we love one thing and hate it the next day. In no way are we anymore, old-fashioned; in no way are we anymore observant to the fact that everyone around us is in longing of the same things we are. And if you disagree then give me another break, please.
When shit happens we can do one of two things.
1. Move it over and move on
2. Take it positively and figure it out
So basically we can either kick it to the back-burner and avoid it, or we can accept that it has happened and try to work through it. What would you do?
If you know yourself at all you will always approach the, happening shit the same way.
Some people just don't. Other people just don't want to.
It's called being true to yourself and to others.
Just let them know if you think they should be aware of you.
If it were as simple as that we might all be wifed up with kids by now.
We hear it all the time and we've probably said it before ourselves, shit happens.
Someone we consider a friend asks us out for coffee -just coffee, yet they suggest 'dinner instead maybe?'
Someone -at work of all places, asks us if we are wearing pajamas, yet tells us we look 'hot' today.
Someone says they like you -at least you are under this impression, yet they don't want anything more.
Someone says they never want to see you again -says, 'fuck you', yet never lets you go.
Someone else makes someone else tell you they like you.
GIVE
ME
A
BREAK
(no Kit-Kat please)
As we get into late 2013 I'm starting to realize that everybody wants something and nobody knows how to get it. When you ask questions -if you're good at it, you get answers. If you're really good, you get exactly what you wanted. And if you're great you always will. But as well, as we get into late 2013 I have become entirely convinced that absolutely nobody wants to grow up. And that's OK.
Growing up is difficult. We want to be young. We get scared because we start to feel old. We are hot and cold and passionate and aggressive and we love one thing and hate it the next day. In no way are we anymore, old-fashioned; in no way are we anymore observant to the fact that everyone around us is in longing of the same things we are. And if you disagree then give me another break, please.
When shit happens we can do one of two things.
1. Move it over and move on
2. Take it positively and figure it out
So basically we can either kick it to the back-burner and avoid it, or we can accept that it has happened and try to work through it. What would you do?
If you know yourself at all you will always approach the, happening shit the same way.
Some people just don't. Other people just don't want to.
It's called being true to yourself and to others.
Just let them know if you think they should be aware of you.
22.6.13
in with the new.
everybody is so stupid. what is the benefit of feeling the need to know what is going on in the lives of everybody else? be my friend. is what i feel like telling everyone that i run into. it doesn't happen often but sometimes when I'm out on my daily run through the neighbourhood I'm either dancing too hard or trying to make out something too far away and i do happen to run into somebody walking in the opposite direction. OK i'm not being serious but that just goes to show how stupid everybody is. Do you like being stupid? Do you like when somebody calls you stupid? Do you feel stupid when somebody calls you that? much like the word stupid, the words, mind your own business have a nice, aggressive tone. why not instead of calling someone, stupid, you just tell them to mind their own business? this is how i show my love.
blame me later.
when we see something that we do not understand it is normal to ask questions. the who?, what?, where?, when?, and most importantly, why? is it funny that the question we really should be asking is the only one we never ask? or is it ironic?
would you tell me about it?
two people meet each other for the first time and they want to share each others' past relationships but are unsure whether or not it has any relevance to the relationship which they are currently trying to pursue - the one between the two of them. so they shut up about it. they don't say a fucking word. it is not practical to fight the past when the job today is build the new. you work with concrete and they tell you to pour a load over top an existing pad. do you ask, how come, there is already one there? no. you don't ask a stupid question like that because they are paying you to pour an entirely new pad on top of an old one. out with the old, in with the new. it's just that simple.
blame me later.
when we see something that we do not understand it is normal to ask questions. the who?, what?, where?, when?, and most importantly, why? is it funny that the question we really should be asking is the only one we never ask? or is it ironic?
would you tell me about it?
two people meet each other for the first time and they want to share each others' past relationships but are unsure whether or not it has any relevance to the relationship which they are currently trying to pursue - the one between the two of them. so they shut up about it. they don't say a fucking word. it is not practical to fight the past when the job today is build the new. you work with concrete and they tell you to pour a load over top an existing pad. do you ask, how come, there is already one there? no. you don't ask a stupid question like that because they are paying you to pour an entirely new pad on top of an old one. out with the old, in with the new. it's just that simple.
19.5.13
variable unknown.
what happened was simple: nothing.
for no reason at all something sparked and something else got caught.
nothing caught on fire but the only thing visible for miles and miles was a white hot mess, times two.
it was young and fresh and new to the party. and it was completely out of place.
no one could put a finger on it but everyone wanted to touch it.
it quickly became the ultimate mystery.
the best worst part was the variable unknown.
the next question.
the next step.
the next hi.
27.4.13
i want 15,000
in September 2012 i started a blog for the company. if you want to know what it is i will hide a link somewhere and though i didn't really think that an automotive dealership would know the first thing about writing and blogging, i just did it anyway. the automotive industry has been the same for half a century...longer, whatever. they stand in front of whoever and they just say numbers and percentages and little is really done to make the buyer feel as if, "shit, this is one of the best experiences ever - purchasing a vehicle." when i joined the gang, i thought that i could be the voice between the brand and the people. i thought that i could make anybody fall in love with the movement behind the over 150-thousand square feet of automotive establishment. i still think that i can be that voice. but i now know that it's going to take a while.
change doesn't happen overnight...or easily, for that matter. there are certain things that will never change about a person or idea, that cause you to begin to doubt your role in the equation. are you becoming a disposable variable? fuck, i hope not. BETTER NOT. and why? because i love the challenge. i love being able to say, how about we try this - ? and then we do try it and then we feel the difference. but what happens when you have no idea what the difference is anymore? what happens when you go from feeling you are the difference everyone's been waiting for, to feeling you are the different that nobody wants to take a chance on? i'm not sure either...sorry.
anyway...back to the blog that i started; the company blog. it has over 7,000 page views in six months. my own blog doesn't even have 15,000 views yet and i started posting in 2009!! can you believe how many people get a kick out of automotive industry news? shit yeah i can.
well since my personal blog has been lacking, i have decided to start stalking people and then creating lives for them through literature. poems, grocery lists, notes to family members, emails to co-workers; anything and everything they might take part in writing. HA! i'm kidding. that shit takes too much time and i would rather have time than energy. energy can be found in other things. time is not on our side, and probably never will be either. so what i really want to do is go through every single one of my blogs and add tags so that people who actually search for the type of information in my blog can find them more easily.
yes. that's exactly what i'm going to do. while i sit here and enjoy a homemade Caesar on a Saturday night in late April. (now that's a lot of capital letters in one sentence)
i do hope you are pushing for the big 15,000 on your own blog.
maybe it's nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands of views that your amazing blog has already received but i'm doing the best that i can right now and it feels right to work and work and work and remember to play harder a little later.
change doesn't happen overnight...or easily, for that matter. there are certain things that will never change about a person or idea, that cause you to begin to doubt your role in the equation. are you becoming a disposable variable? fuck, i hope not. BETTER NOT. and why? because i love the challenge. i love being able to say, how about we try this - ? and then we do try it and then we feel the difference. but what happens when you have no idea what the difference is anymore? what happens when you go from feeling you are the difference everyone's been waiting for, to feeling you are the different that nobody wants to take a chance on? i'm not sure either...sorry.
anyway...back to the blog that i started; the company blog. it has over 7,000 page views in six months. my own blog doesn't even have 15,000 views yet and i started posting in 2009!! can you believe how many people get a kick out of automotive industry news? shit yeah i can.
well since my personal blog has been lacking, i have decided to start stalking people and then creating lives for them through literature. poems, grocery lists, notes to family members, emails to co-workers; anything and everything they might take part in writing. HA! i'm kidding. that shit takes too much time and i would rather have time than energy. energy can be found in other things. time is not on our side, and probably never will be either. so what i really want to do is go through every single one of my blogs and add tags so that people who actually search for the type of information in my blog can find them more easily.
yes. that's exactly what i'm going to do. while i sit here and enjoy a homemade Caesar on a Saturday night in late April. (now that's a lot of capital letters in one sentence)
i do hope you are pushing for the big 15,000 on your own blog.
maybe it's nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands of views that your amazing blog has already received but i'm doing the best that i can right now and it feels right to work and work and work and remember to play harder a little later.
18.3.13
Hashtag #CAS13
March 13-17, BMO Centre, Calgary, Alberta
The 2013 Calgary International Auto & Truck show was quite a success. If you were to ask the automakers, they might have a different answer but as an auto industry employee and sight-seer, I would say well done.
Something happened at the Auto Show this year - people started to pay attention.
No, not all of the talking heads who manned the different booths had too much automotive expertise but if we're talking about the cars, let's just shut up and look at them and then decide what we like.
Take for example the Scion|Racing FR-S Drift Car that maybe caused some whiplash with head turns. Drifter, Pat Cyr was partially responsible for the attention-getter and Calgary definitely appreciated the eye candy, with pictures popping up on Social Media sites like weeds in the summer.
What else surprised Calgary?
Well, Kia's display was exceptionally well-designed with a contemporary comfyness and subtle touches that were above; at least my, expectations of the South Korean motor company.
And then there was Lexus who did a beautiful job of displaying the new IS F.
Yes, with the red leather interior that looks as good as it sounds.
Notable mentions of course go to Jaguar and their newest addition, the all-wheel-drive option.
The Honda Gear concept car rotating on a platform caused a few, "kinda cool"s - it was red and sporty but has a chopped front-end that might take some getting used to.
Toyota once again played it safe.
Two lamppost-style pillars formed the entrance of the all-grey foundation which surrounded the fourth-generation 2013 RAV4 in front of one television. Truthfully, the most interesting part of the automaker's display was the matching grey exterior - ironically - of its unique FJ Cruiser.
The Crimson Mica colour of the new Avalon made a few show-goers pause for a second look, but overall, Toyota was absolutely out-done this year by its "not-so-little-anymore" little brother, Scion.
The bright colours and two-story set up made people flock to Scion. \
A drift car, a sports coupe for around $25-thousand, all backed by Toyota - the largest automaker in the world - yeah, that's what gets people talking.
SO -
At the end of the day...or weekend, the Calgary International Auto & Truck Show brought out many different sides of the automotive industry and a ballroom-full of new models to admire and critique.
What struck me the most was the inconsistency of the company representatives to want to educate the consumer. Sure, when you think of cars you probably think of GIRLS. AND CARS AND GIRLS AND GIRLS ON CARS. But here in reality, you can only hire so many girls to stand pretty next to your cars. Correct me if I'm wrong, but most of the time the girls aren't the ones who actually want to talk about the cars. The Imports were more prepared with knowledge and know-how, while the Domestics seemed to be more preoccupied with the fashion competition.
And then there were the Exotics. Those guys get all the attention.
The 2013 Calgary International Auto & Truck show was quite a success. If you were to ask the automakers, they might have a different answer but as an auto industry employee and sight-seer, I would say well done.
Something happened at the Auto Show this year - people started to pay attention.
No, not all of the talking heads who manned the different booths had too much automotive expertise but if we're talking about the cars, let's just shut up and look at them and then decide what we like.
Take for example the Scion|Racing FR-S Drift Car that maybe caused some whiplash with head turns. Drifter, Pat Cyr was partially responsible for the attention-getter and Calgary definitely appreciated the eye candy, with pictures popping up on Social Media sites like weeds in the summer.
Well, Kia's display was exceptionally well-designed with a contemporary comfyness and subtle touches that were above; at least my, expectations of the South Korean motor company.
Yes, with the red leather interior that looks as good as it sounds.
Notable mentions of course go to Jaguar and their newest addition, the all-wheel-drive option.
The Honda Gear concept car rotating on a platform caused a few, "kinda cool"s - it was red and sporty but has a chopped front-end that might take some getting used to.
Toyota once again played it safe.
A drift car, a sports coupe for around $25-thousand, all backed by Toyota - the largest automaker in the world - yeah, that's what gets people talking.
SO -
At the end of the day...or weekend, the Calgary International Auto & Truck Show brought out many different sides of the automotive industry and a ballroom-full of new models to admire and critique.
What struck me the most was the inconsistency of the company representatives to want to educate the consumer. Sure, when you think of cars you probably think of GIRLS. AND CARS AND GIRLS AND GIRLS ON CARS. But here in reality, you can only hire so many girls to stand pretty next to your cars. Correct me if I'm wrong, but most of the time the girls aren't the ones who actually want to talk about the cars. The Imports were more prepared with knowledge and know-how, while the Domestics seemed to be more preoccupied with the fashion competition.
And then there were the Exotics. Those guys get all the attention.
2.3.13
missing: me
nearly six months ago I started working in a world of last minute decisions and an overall fight for your right. in this world it doesn't matter how many hours you decide to stay for. it doesn't matter how many people you can get on the phone or in person. in this world all that matters is the number you push out the door. this means simply that if you do not sell, you do not have the right. how many opportunities have I had to sell? in confidence, two but I'm sure every single person who has approached me, had in the back of their mind that they could indeed spend twenty or forty or sixty-plus thousand dollars with me. why? because I acknowledged their interest. I fed off their curiosity. I smiled. I joked around. I fell for them. I stopped what I was doing to assist their search for answers.
so if anybody ever asks, 'what's it like to sell cars?'
I would say it's like fishing. I would say you have to be ready for a five-pounder and a seventy-five-pounder; you have to be patient.
it has been said before, by me, that work is sucking the life out of me. OK so maybe work isn't able to do that exactly because shit do I ever love walking into that giant building every morning. I have been so in love with being busy for such a long time now that it doesn't even occur to me that I am too busy; that I need to start saying no to people. No?
Shit.
I can't even say it without a question mark.
The answer is yes. and it should be. because yes gets you into the adventure. and no never happens.
so if anybody ever asks, 'what's it like to sell cars?'
I would say it's like fishing. I would say you have to be ready for a five-pounder and a seventy-five-pounder; you have to be patient.
it has been said before, by me, that work is sucking the life out of me. OK so maybe work isn't able to do that exactly because shit do I ever love walking into that giant building every morning. I have been so in love with being busy for such a long time now that it doesn't even occur to me that I am too busy; that I need to start saying no to people. No?
Shit.
I can't even say it without a question mark.
The answer is yes. and it should be. because yes gets you into the adventure. and no never happens.
26.2.13
12.2.13
16.1.13
want to hear a good joke? five years later.
Yann Martel said,
the reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity. it's envy.
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it.
a love that is so jealous and possessive that it grabs at what it can.
think back five years and some might remember turning sixteen.
others might have got their first car or their first real job that meant real responsibility away from the house. others still might think back five years and wish they hadn't left that house party so early.
if i look back five years i remember believing in something. i remember thinking that there was a house with our pictures already hung up on the walls.
want to hear a good joke? believe in anything but yourself.
if i look back a little more closely i remember my kitchen floor and the way my hands stuck to it; wet from my face and the fire hose powered tears that just couldn't stop. i remember looking at myself in the mirror and wanting to be in a movie where the female lead takes one swing at the glass and it shatters everywhere around her. i remember thinking how bullshit would be the perfect word to describe my situation. and most of all i remember thinking, how in the hell am i going to tell my little brother that dad is dead? in order to love you have to have your heart broken wide open. in order to love you have to die a little inside. feel the worst possible moments of life to live completely. that's why death is such a son-of-a-bitch. it is jealous and absolutely final. and sometimes life isn't all that beautiful but to make up for that, there's death. five years is nothing when five years feels like yesterday.
15.1.13
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1.1.13
Toyota/Scion News: 50 Things To Do for 2013
Toyota/Scion News: 50 Things To Do for 2013: You've made it through and to another year. So what are you going to do next? Will you buy a new car? a house? a ceiling fan maybe? What ...
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