So there's this brand new, exciting video clip advert for the latest Mclaren 570 GT out - and personally I love it. Well, hey I mean if I absolutely had to, I'd be able to live with the car too... Anyway the ad has some tremendous backing music which, from memory is off this video short of the planet Earth at night taken from space, and some fast-action time-lapse clips of radio telescopes in various places around the globe. It was a singularly brilliant film short but it has been pulled from everywhere on the net, and there are now only very poor copies with rather average and uninspired backing music. VCCP, the creative artists' management group behind the recent series of Mclaren ads, is probably responsible for forcing the take-downs and I wonder how long they can go not showing the entire production credits for this particular ad... The other ads in the current series for Mclaren aren't too shabby by any stretch, but this one is really making headway into the customer mind-space that had been previously occupied virtually exclusively by Rolls Royce and Maserati and to a very small extent the Mercedes top-end product line. This ad is making me re-consider whether the alternate James Bond is going to be handed this model of the latest Mclarens to do the really serious work in!
I'm always a little amused whenever people talk about safes - you know, the kind that you're supposed to keep money in. Well, I mean, the good ones cost such a lot in the first place. You have this money, and then you buy the safe, and the next thing - there's nothing to stick in the damn thing. So you store your cigars and your Napoleon, I guess.
This guy's carrying his Doettling safe around
like a coffee flask! But he's an old fashioned guy - he's
reading the shipping news...
Here I am calling this blog something to do with 'old money' and now all money is about to become an ancient barbarous relic - if we let Draghi have his way! God they seriously want to wreck everything they touch, don't they? How do these fools even get to where they are... Why bother asking such a silly question; the answer is plain. Put it this way, he certainly wasn't ever elected to anything. Money... What an old fashioned concept!
Let's just all do away with the stuff. lol. This is the year, boys and girls. Things are happening this year. Nothing that the Illuminati knows about though. Illuminati. What a joke. They couldn't illuminate their way out of a brown paper bag. They can't get past the old fashioned dollars in the way.
Gandini and some of his masterpieces
This is Marcello Gandini. You can see the masterpiece in the middle has already been fucked around with by the Draghi's of the regulatory world. It is no longer the same in this pic as the one in the last post we made here. It is no longer streamlined and it is no longer beautiful; what you see is a vestige. The secret of money is making it, not hording it. And not endlessly screwing around with it. NIRP, ZIRP, QE and all of these other schemes are lunatic stuff. They are the fiddling around with, the bolting-on of, and the generally screwing up of, the fundamental concept of what money is. Money is anonymous, divisible, portable, a store of value, liquid. Modern money is none of those things. And you don't want to touch any of the stuff.
This is Sir Richard Rogers - the man in charge of the Lloyd's
building in London, that place with all the plumbing on the outside.
He's a genius, as were his under-architects, and there was a point
to his 'madness.' Just look at his face... My god, he's like Rutger Hauer
in that monologue in Blade Runner.
Another secret of money is that great money comes from great people. Great people have this visceral quality you know, it reflects on their faces, or maybe - it affects their physical outside from the power of who and what they are on the inside.
On the surface, we appear to have been living in a world in which the ordinary individual has no power over the vast corporate entities which envelop the globe, and subsequently too, the placed politicians that are 'put up jobs' and sit in various roles of 'leadership.' But one of the outstanding characteristics - and flaws - of the corrupt system under which we seem to be living, is that the types of characters used by large corporate entities are what the Russian KGB used to call 'functionaries...' And if you care to ascribe the kinds of underhanded and surreptitious violence that spy thriller writers sheet home to the KGB, then the story there is that generally, 'functionaries' were the first to be 'offed' by the KGB!
Who is this man, do you know
this man?
At this point one might do well to recall that our friend Mr. J-C. Juncker was caught up in the Luxembourg scandal to do with MI6 and the Luxembourg Secret Service (or part of it) and the Luxembourg government and/or Royal Family and 'some scheme to blow up various targets in order to create the impression of terrorism...' Oh, did you not know there was such a scandal? Surely you have heard of the Bommeleer scandal? (A paragraph was extracted from around here!) But let's go back to the trait of the bureaucrat, or functionary, better said. It's actually not okay that they tamper with the ideas of proper engineers and creators and real scientists under the pretense of public safety (or more likely the demands of crying competing corporates losing out!). Human beings have to stop being treated like idiots. As long as they still are treated that way, they will continue to behave recklessly, abusing technology and not treating serious, dangerous, and important matters with respect.
See how perfect, how streamlined this thing
was before the functionaries started their messing around?
Let me lighten things up a bit, however. The world is not in so dire a place or condition as surface appearances indicate. Underneath what you can see, there are lots of things you cannot see. Lots of things even the world's most sophisticated and well-supplied intelligence agencies do not see. And I say this because of what you can adduce from the great designers of the world - where do they really come from, which schools do they go to to acquire their unique abilities? Do you see what I mean? These kinds of people are simply, there. Suddenly, like brilliant shooting stars they appear from seemingly out of nowhere, and they change the landscape. And they change history. In fact, they change your destiny. How you can tell, though, the great and the good, from the extremely bad, is because the good is always also the beautiful, the sleek, the streamlined, the truly, truly, wonderful; maybe even wondrous. And it is coming.
(This is just a tone poem below. A bit like a Miles Davis kind of thing).
So the Prudent Beavers (that's what my wife calls the nice people on the Wall Street Bear professional investors' forum) were talking last night about the price of hamburgers.
Top Iowa hamburger
Hamburgers are one of those things that are fundamental, and in theory ought to be difficult to screw up - but they are screwed up in so many ways, one of the most egregious in the USA, being this tendency to believe that 'bigger is better.' Bigger is better almost inevitably takes one to the rising of prices!
Every serious adult club-person's 'thing.' - The pickle
Of course one has to admire the whole adventure of trying to raise any price in today's world, where even, apparently, the 500 Euro note is going to be taken out of the market because (according to the authorities) it is being used by criminals and those wishing to avoid taxes! My my. In LA there is a restaurant whose very reason for existence is the vending of - water. And they have found ways to increase the prices of various brands of water. Amazing. If you could, I suppose, convince the top 1 per cent to buy a certain thing for a ridiculous premium, it makes a lot of economic sense as a manufacturer since you have far less delivery and storage and frictional costs servicing a tiny market compared with a vast one. Your profit margin would make Martin Shkreli envious. I mean this is the ultimate marketing coup isn't it - getting someone to pay a huge amount of money for a short experience of, well, water... This bottle of water retails for around $2,500:
"I admire your courage, Miss, er -?" "Trench, Sylvia Trench. And your name is?" (With sarcasm): "Bond, James Bond."
(Add caption?) What d'you mean 'add caption!' Everyone knows what gets said here!
You see... Sylvia Trench is the name you need to remember; but you don't. And what's more, the delivery is the important part, as well as the approach: 'I admire your courage, Miss -?' There's wa-a-a-ay not enough people who consistently read here for me to open out fulsomely on some important current, key issues. You don't want some significant fact to disappear beneath the waves of limited marketing, and then people later on say, oh well it was out there in the public... El Cliffo - the Big One - ain't coming just yet anyway, so you don't really need me to announce anything too much ahead of the curve. So why not just ride with the benign, silly, frivolous diversions... Just for the moment.
My choice for 'Sylvia Trench?' Real proper evening dress and all
So, the proposition (story proposition) thus far, is this: Sylvia Trench (Bond's actual love interest, but that was never actually played out in the follow-up movies for a variety of reasons), is - for the sake of the story - let's say the daughter of some highly-placed, and sensitively-placed, government official or private corporation boss, maybe banker. And she goes completely missing for months, many months, perhaps six months. And then just as suddenly, she re-appears, and the security intelligence people are swung into the show to uncover where she went, what she did, and why. She has little or no memory of the missing time, and she re-appears as a slightly changed personality, and her family are very concerned. What's it all about? Is it sinister? Of course, it must be sinister; there can be no doubt. What has changed about Sylvia Trench... Well, for one thing, Sylvia Trench is more seductive, more worldly, more knowledgeable, about just about everything, than even the infamous James Bond himself. Can you image such a thing! I'm stuck with the name, I'm afraid. It was, however unfortunately, the name Fleming employed for this seductress, and we're stuck with it now. Or are we?
