March, 2011


8
Mar 11

Trust in the gummi bears

Gummi

Picked these up the other day for The Yankee. She likes them for her longer bike rides. I think I’ve eaten most of them.

So I looked it up, so boastful is Haribo, of their claim to be the original. Turns out they are. Haribo is German, was founded in 1920. Hans Riegel Sr. died either during, or in, World War II. Haven’t yet found a conclusive answer. His son, Hans Jr., is one of the richest men in Germany.

They came to the United States in the 1980s and were popular almost immediately. Haribo has factories all over Germany, but this particular bag was made in Turkey. And it turns out they are thought of as the original.

The slogan on the bag says “Kids and grown-ups love it so, the happy world of Haribo,” which sounds a bit Wonka-ish. Translations from other countries are worse. In Bulgaria, they run the government via cult of personality apparently, “With Haribo we are happy, Haribo we love.” Things are much better in Hungary “Kids and grown-ups are in a good mood – sweet is life Haribo.” The old Danish slogan — “Open up for something good, open up for Haribo – it’s good.” — has thankfully been re-written as “Haribo… it’s good.”

So beware the gummis, apparently.

The Haribo Wikipedia page is very perfunctory about this. “Haribo is accused of using Jewish forced labor in its factories during World War II but denies it.” There is the briefest mention in a Time piece from 2000:

Haribo, makers of the jelly bear candy sold around the world, was named in the German parliament as having used forced labor, a charge it denies. It says of the fund that “under the cover of alleged solidarity the thesis of collective guilt is being brought up again. There is no doubt about the suffering that existed but that cannot be righted now.”

At the writing of that Time story that sort of stance was more the rule than exception. Since then, 6,500 companies contributed to the Remembrance, Responsibility and Future fund, totaling 5.2 billion euros.

That’s a lot of gummi bears.

Elsewhere, just doing research for my dissertation. Nothing to see here. Move along.


6
Mar 11

Catching up

Reagan

I didn’t really take any pictures this last week. Not sure how that happened. I always sit down and inspect the camera roll and the media cards and try to find something worth putting here. But today I’ve found not much of anything.

So there’s that Reagan stamp picture, which you can find (along with several other things) on the new LOMO blog. Do check it out.

I’ll surely do better this next week.


5
Mar 11

Happy Birthday!

That’s one of my mother’s favorite songs.

She might have heard that version as a very small child.


4
Mar 11

Thanks Shimano

What not to do on your bike: destroy the crank set first thing.

My Felt showed up two weeks ago and this afternoon I finally had a chance to take it out for a spin. Five miles out — and fortunately close to home — the aluminum machining was ruined.

So that was frustrating. And will be costly to replace and set me back a week.

But at least I have all of the necessary bike accessories.

And, hey, I’ve reviewed a book blurb, chewed through my grading, started staring at my dissertation notes and more this week.

We had dinner tonight with hysterical friends. Andrew, with whom The Yankee and I studied at Alabama, was passing through town. That brought out one of his friends from undergrad at AUM.

From this conversation we’ve learned one of life’s most important questions: are you salad curious?

YouTube Cover Theater returns with three quick samples from Pete Yorn. First up is a cover of a Yorn duet with Scarlett Johansson, Relator:

There’s his turn of the century first single, Life on a Chain:

And, finally, this, which is more interesting for the story than the cover. The guy here had just retired and bought this guitar with his last paycheck:

What would you buy with that last check?

(Cranksets don’t count.)


3
Mar 11

A silver lining in home repair

Anyone know what this is?

tile

After my class today, we had a nice presentation by a small group of students on advertising, one stood stuck around a little longer than usual. We talked about interviewing and resumes for two hours.

I’ve come to conclusion that the most rewarding moments of teaching aren’t in the traditional classroom environment.

So I’m packing up my things for the night and find I have a voicemail. A friend’s in-laws are in need. It seems they’ve had a catastrophic pipe failure that will require re-doing a room. And they’ll need tile. Lot’s of it. The local Lowe’s only has so much, but others near me had more, so I was sent on a mission to buy them all out.

I could sympathize in emergency repair, so I found myself visiting three Lowe’s tonight — I had to pick up a new garage door opener for our house anyway, so really only two of the store visits were for someone else. The very patient people working at the front of each store called their tile-needing customer and let her pay over the phone. I must have $600 worth filling up my entire back seat.

Got home to a delicious turkey wrap from Amsterdam, and then loosened the two screws from the old garage door opener. Opened the new one, wrapped the wires around the contacts, tested my installation (A success!) and mounted it to the wall.

This home repair only cost me $8.

Now let’s review:

When we first moved in we broke the thermostat. That cost $50.

Then I broke the shower head trying to fix a drip. That led to a larger problem which required plumbers, a drywall saw and an acetylene torch. It should have cost us about $1400, the plumber said, since it was a weekend. Fortunately the house warrant and the new shower head stuff cost us around $100.

And then we woke up one weekend to find the frozen contents of our refrigerator hanging out in liquid form on the floor. That cost us $50 (thanks home warranty) plus whatever we paid for ice and dry ice to preserve our perishables.

(We’d been in the house for two months by then.)

Then, in October, the dishwasher broke. Fifty more bucks. (And our second in-house electrocution.)

Then it broke again in December. We had it repaired during the holidays. Yep, $50 more.

This list does not include the bird feeder or the cable/Internet problems.

January we had a month off from from fixing anything, but lately the garage door opener died. For a few days we’ve opened it the old fashioned way, with the remotes in the cars, but now we’re boldly living in the 21st century again.

On the other hand, we haven’t had to re-do a room because roots destroyed pipes and brought a sewer into our home. So there’s that.