He's a Cow

Cal belongs not to me, but to all mankind


There's something at once exciting and disappointing about finding nostalgic video clips on YouTube. It's fun to see the clips again, of course, to relive something of my childhood and remember what I once was. But finding it on YouTube also makes it clear that my childhood was not unique, that I'm reliving memories held by many, many other people. My memories are not endearing or interesting -- they are just a sign of my acculturation. Being able to sing the jingle to "Go See Cal"* is no more remarkable than being able to recite The Lord's Prayer or the Miranda rights speech. I've never bought a car from Worthington Ford, never spent years in church nor been arrested. My individuality doesn't matter as much as I'd like it to -- I know these things because I am an empty vessel into which the greater culture is deposited.

My memories were created in an advertising agency called "Spot Advertising" that has only one client.

*better known as "He's a Cow"

Free the cheeses!

Courtesy of Captain Awesome,* a story on the removal of tariffs on roquefort cheese, an issue that has hurt me more than I can express. This marks the end of my second cheese war, the first being the boycott of Danish products, including the cheap Danish bleu that made up most of my stinky cheese diet while in Egypt.

I hope it is the last cheese war I will have to endure.

*David Jandura

Disastrous book on disasters

The Hater brings us news of FEMA's (cancelled) disaster coloring book, complete with just-about-to-hit-the-second-tower cover art.



Fun!