Nordstrom will no longer have live piano music in its stores, claiming its customers “compliment canned music more often than live musicians.”
Ignoring for the moment Nordstrom’s laughable excuse for wanting to saving money, this is sad news. My children take piano lessons. Their piano highlight of the year is to play at Nordstrom during the Christmas season. It seems to be a hit with the shoppers, too, as quite a few would walk over and visit with my children between songs.
Maybe Nordstrom will keep the Christmas student pianist tradition. As the article says, “stores may bring back live music for special occasions.” Plus, Nordstrom doesn’t pay the students.
Next time I’m at the mall I’m going to take a quick trip by Nordstrom’s customer service desk. I can only image the line of shoppers that will be waiting there to compliment the canned music.
I started social networking on MySpace. Yeah, I know — I’m a little old for MySpace, regardless of what the experts claim. I signed up to see what my daughters were doing online and to see what all the noise was about. Noise is right. MySpace is awash with clashing colors, huge background images, and tiny fonts. And the noise isn’t limited to visual. I’m blasted with bulletins on whether my teenage friends enjoyed their last kiss, whether they prefer Pepsi or Coke, if they’re double jointed, and if someone’s smacked them in the butt in the past week. Let’s hear it for transparency…
I joined Facebook when it opened to non-college students. I liked the clean interface, no soft porn masquerading as dating site ads, and no Bambi’s wanting to be my friend so I could visit their websites. People use their real names so I didn’t have to remember who “<3 Y0ur Fa\/3 [jk]” is.
Unfortunately, Facebook changed when it opened up for external aps. What a mess! With MySpace, if I find a cool widget, I can put it on my profile. No mess, no fuss. When I add something to my Facebook profile, Facebook wants to spam all my friends with requests to put it on their profiles and then every time I change something, spam them again. What’s worse, most of these “cool” apps don’t seem to work unless my visitors also installs the same apps on their profiles. What?!
Of course, my friends are installing these apps, and I’m getting spammed with requests to compare tastes in movies, be a pirate, and see if someone has clicked “YES” on me (oh boy!). I’m ignoring most of this stuff and probably upsetting my friends in the process. So much for Facebook helping me in the friend arena…
Now Facebook seems to think they can publish my online purchases made on other sites. If I want you to know I bought Rogaine, Cialis or just a new Telecaster, I’ll post it here. I don’t appreciate Facebook making money by telling my friends my secrets.
Guess I’m just unsociable.
P.S. Oh, joy! I just logged on to MySpace and discovered that MySpace is going to spam my friends, too.
Update: Hugh Macleod at gapingvoid posts on the same topic, “Why Facebook Might be Consigning Themselves to the Slushpile of History.”
Don’t forget to click Is It Tuesday? today.
Forgiveness feels so good. Why do I take so long to ask for it? And to recognize that I need it?
Rain. Haven’t seen much of it recently. I’m glad it’s here. I’m glad it waited until after all the leaves came down and were picked up. And after I put up my Christmas lights.
Mmm… Peppermint white chocolate mocha. Now that it’s after Thanksgiving, I can enjoy the “festive flavors.”
Customizable Starbucks gift cards. Cool! Here’s mine. I’d love to be able to order a custom white mug, too. Guess I could just take a Sharpie to the “generic” mugs Starbucks already sells.
Recalls are teh sux0r. :-(
The Dove Campaign strives “to make real change in the way women and young girls perceive and embrace beauty.” The campaign’s most recent viral video, Onslaught, depicts the “beauty” advertising that young girls face while developing their self images.
Exhibit A: the ads by Axe.
However, Dove and Axe are owned by the same company — Unilever.
Can you say hypocrisy?
Lobbyists argue that restricting the gifts they give to legislators infringes their constitutional right of free speech. Okay. Let’s limit the gifts legislators can accept. Problem solved.
First came Is It Christmas? With a click of your mouse, you can answer the favorite question of children worldwide. Then, the semi-useful Is Twitter Down? which, some days, could be replaced with a random coin toss.
But this is getting ridiculous: Is It Tuesday? asks the question no one thought to ask.
To be really useful, set up Is It My Anniversary? (as of today, still available).