The significance of time….

No, I won’t hit you with a quasi-technical and philosophical word salad!

But, seems like the significance of time for politicians is tremendous growth and change. I’m speaking a bit more finite and referring to my local city government. In their eyes, simple, familiar, normal, same-ol’ same-ol’ are not good things.

That small farm or open space is better served with an apartment complex or strip mall or the new concept of urban living -with restaurants and shops below, and luxury apartments above.

The city councilwoman smiles and praises things like “progress” and “economic development” and “diverse and engaging communities.” Yet I only see more traffic, rising costs, more taxes and regulations. I see more and more people fill our once small out of the way neighborhood. It almost feels suffocating. There’s lines to get into stuff where there wasn’t before. A calm Sunday is no different than a busy Monday.

I admit that I may be a bit of a hypocrite or maybe it’s more that I’m getting older and my preferences and attitudes have changed. Twenty years ago I may have praised the addition of another Starbucks in the neighborhood. Or may have even hoped for a Target or McDonald’s in short driving distance. But that definitely has changed.

I ran from home to live in the big city. Although really big cities scared me (like New York or Chicago) so I chose Denver. It was big but still felt hometown-like 30-years ago. Now I feel like it’s Los Angeles of the mountains. I wanted someplace bigger as a young man (a kid really). That’s because I grew up in a town where Kmart was the only option for most things and there was no comic or game shops in sight. Movies rarely came to our two theater town. The to-do thing on a Friday night was to go to the high school Football game or cruise Main Street.

When you’re young you want the progress and the technology. Now that I’m older , I’m tired of the change. And the technology down right scares me more and more. “The machines are taking over!”

Maybe I’m just missing the old days. I miss TV shows coming out every week instead of dropping all at once. I miss newsstands. I miss Furrs Cafeteria. I miss the days when the future might be a better place than now the fear of the future will be worse and most likely more expensive place.

I definitely need to figure out this significance of time thing for sure….

“I’ll have a Ham & Cheese and a Savings Account, please.”

As I’ve stated before, I have a odd fascination for television commercials. I look at them artistically and creatively. And do they make sense….

So, there’s this kid and he’s trying to kick a football through the goal posts. He just can’t muster the strength to get the ball up and over. His father runs over and kneels before him and gives him some motivational advice. He reaches up and puts his hand on the boys chest and says, “free. free, free, free.” The child understands this and returns to his efforts. Years later, he’s about to kick the field goal to win his high school championship. He kicks. He scores. He looks to the stands and finds his father, tears in his eyes. He waves and repeats, “free. free, free, free.” Ofcourse this has to make sense. Maybe its some weird language I don’t understand. Then the story fades to be an advert for a Tax Service that is free. Free, free. Free. (Huh?)

A car pulls up to pick up a dog with a bowling bag in its mouth. The car is driven by another dog. This dog decides its funny to stop and as the dog with the bowling bag tries to get in, the doge driving pumps the gas to move forward. It’s an age old trick we play on ptentional passangers for a ride. We cut to a slide that stars, “Dog tested, dog approved.” (Do dogs drive Subarus?)

A man walks into a bank and orders a venti Carmel Macchiato. He takes a sip and reads his morning paper. People sit at tables. Some are chatting. Some are tapping on tablets and computers – most likely enjoying the free WiFi. The counter is stocked with deliscious fruits and sandwiches. Another gentleman orders a ham and cheese and opens a savings account. No this isn’t a strange world. It’s CapitalOne believe that we need to go to a bank to get our morning cup of joe.. (uh, okay.)

I’ll keep watching and I’ll keeping questioning them….