Sunday, July 16, 2023

Tie(s) Go to the Runner

More and more we live in a wordless world. I don't mean a silent one but rather, a world in which you can scrape by with pictures and symbols. I love looking at the tags on shirts--it's like a graduation from Semaphore University. There's no bleach, hang-dry only, wash in cold water, dolphin-free, dry-clean only, etcetera.

I thought it reassuring that no matter where in the world you travel those symbols are the same until I realized it has a lot to do with the manufacturing process and that almost all the clothes we buy, no matter where in the world we live, are made in the same third-world sweatshops. That's more likely the reason why the care symbology at the collar is the same. 

What I am intrigued by is how our technology, not knowing where in the world we will use it, has created its own language which we have universally adopted. Do you remember when you used to yell for 'Help!'. Our machines' clocks do the same thing, sort of, except they flash 12:00--we all know that means there's trouble at the mill and are now conditioned, when we see it, to look around for a cause.

One of my first smartphones did a weird little vamp when it was loading an application. Maybe yours did or does the 'gimme a minute jitterbug', too.

It looked like a vertical bow-tie and then it started to whirl and twirl in a clockwise direction. Someone told me it's NOT a bow tie at all, it's an hourglass. That actually makes more sense to me, since that would have something to do with time, which is what the device is wasting, and not neckwear, of which I have a closetful though I have no idea of its purpose (or didn't) even though most workdays for four-plus decades I wore one.

Every time I see posters for raffles, there's always a disclaimer at the bottom, 'duplicate prizes awarded in the event of ties' and I keep thinking, today's the day. Good fortune, here I am! Luck be a Lady tonight. And yet all I ever win is a dry-clean only dolphin two sizes too small, no bleach only.
-bill kenny

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