3/20/07

XM-radio:
The Canandaigua YMCA plays an XM-radio station, Flight-26, as background music in their workout rooms, weight-room, and locker-room.
It’s late ‘90s and recent rock-music. All the singers are nasally strident and project well.
I consider it okay; at least it ain’t unbearable racket, like Hip-Hop or Rap.
Although their playlist is rather narrow. Things often repeat within an hour.
It has the advantage of no ads, or none that I’ve ever noticed.
One wonders how its financed.......
Of course it’s nationwide: “broadcasting at the speed of music; Flight-26.”
The morning-man on the local classical-music radio-station we listen to, who’s been at it for eons, has commented: “I suppose this is what my pursuit is coming to. Radio broadcast nationwide over satellites, so people like me disappear.”
The vaunted PT-gym played a radio too, but it was a local station on a boombox.
The announcer on Flight-26 is a self-assured browbeater, in full command of what she’s doing wielding immense-powah over musicians and listeners alike. She’s as nasal as her playlist.
The Chevrolet HHR we rented in Orlando last fall had XM-radio, although it was a bolt-on; not in the dash.
The thought crossed my mind to try it, but (COMPENSATORY-BEHAVIOR ALERT) I didn’t, knowing how things go for a brain-injured person confronted with a technical challenge.
But the siren-song of no ads is appealing, although supposedly the classical-music station has no ads.
But it has local promos willy-nilly: “This segment brought to you by Velmex of East Bloomfield, supplier of rotary positioning systems for science and industry.”

Moving-time at Weggers:
“Didja find everything?” the cashier at the mighty Canandaigua Weggers asked yesterday (Monday, March 19, 2007). They probably train them to ask that.
“Sure,” I said; “after considerable struggle.”
“You guys moved everything. Believe-you-me that Ben & Fat-Jerry’s ice-cream was at least a three-mile hike; and we probably never woulda found it had not we overheard Granny asking where the ice-cream was to some teenybopper in a purple mohawk stocking microwave pizzas into a freezer-cabinet.”
No doubt the cashier has heard this all week as mighty Weggers moved stuff all over. Usually “Didja find everything?” gets a compliant “Yes.”
The Physical-Therapist worked at Weggers while in high-school and college, and told us Weggers relocates stuff to get shoppers to wander around the store, making impulse-purchases along-the-way.
Well, that’s not how it works in our case: “You guys put the Quick-Oats where I can’t find it, and fugetaboutit; we’ll just buy the stuff elsewhere; i.e. ya lost the sale. Same for lima-beans.”
Why should I hafta ask a kid in a purple mohawk?