Mi Claro

written by owen, published 2008-Nov-09, comment

Now comes Claro/Miphone rebranding which is mostly forced by the new owner. A rebrand to red which is a color already used by a competitor may work in their favour except I'm not sure about the red Claro balls that they've been putting up on signs in Kingston.
I hope they release the iphone service soon but I don't want to go through process of changing my number.
So for Claro there is only one way to go which is up.

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Lime and Wireless

written by owen, published 2008-Nov-08, comment

So cable and wireless saw it prudent to rebrand instead of giving people cheaper rates and better services. Its a move that can only be described as "if the world gives you lemonade - make limes". I can't imagine the millions of dollars that are being wasted to re-paint all those white walls. I can however imagine the hundreds of vandalists waiting in the shadows ready to scratch out that "I" and replace it with a "A" at the very first opportunity.

On the flip side though, the new staff shirts are a cool black with neon green trimings - heaven knows who I'm going to have to screw over to get one of those. It will catch on sooner or later whether it will make a difference is another story. Now I'm not always the harbinger of doom. If you throw enough money and time at anything, sonner or later something will come of it.

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Speed Kills

written by owen, published 2008-Oct-20, comment

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A Beggars Paradise

written by owen, published 2008-Sep-16, comment

Now I often end up at places against my will because I'm not driving anymore. People who drive tend to lie when you ask them how long the "little detour" is going to take. Before I notice it I usually end up half the way across Kingston in a bad side of town. Other times somebody will spot the elusive mechanic that has no cellphone and proceed to convene a meeting or solve a quadratic equation.

On this occasion someone HAD TO HAVE their prescription filled at 10o'clock in the night. York Pharmacy had apparently run out of pills for that particular MENTAL CONDITION so established rules had to be broken. At this point in our little story is where the detour began like a headache brought on by dry erasable markers. By the time we reached Liguanea I had lost track of the time, accepting my fate, contemplating possible roots of escape at this god forsaken hour.

There was a pharmacy, somewhere there, not sure exactly but the parking space was slightly inclined in front of the entrance, so you had to park facing outward - I couldn't see the drug deal taking place inside. I waited, keeping my eye on the local car washer/general idler (its hard to tell nowadays, I try not to judge people by the bucket they carry, could have been salt beef or mutton). On my left were empty parking lots and on right where four (4) cars. A woman in a small SUV came stopped in front, constantly brushing her hair back with her hand while looking in to the rare view mirror. Apparently she was waiting for someone to come out of the pharmacy, a hot date or something and she wanted to look proper. At this point I realized that I had left downtown and had ended up in "North Coast Kingston".

After about 10 minutes of watching the woman adjust her frilly hair with no apparent effect, I virtually gave up on trying to decipher what she was trying to achieve. It was at this point I noticed a woman siting 2 cars away from me in a silver car - an old Lancer. I came to know her as Marlene (or I may have forgotten her name ). She was 40 plus black woman with a unusual foreign accent, lived somewhere in Spanish Town, had just brought her father to the hospital and had the ability to talk. Had I known I probably would not have talked to her in the first place but its hard to avoid people who are in your direct line of site.

10 minutes go by. Apparently Marlene had just recently left her house to rush her dad to the hospital and in "haste" forgot to bring gas money with her so she is sitting in the parking lot awaiting for a "Good Samaritan" to help her out. It was all too suspicious. I wished her luck and proceeded to derail the conversation by talking about religion and faith - I was not in the good Samaritan mood tonight - it seemed all too convenient - especially since I offered her 200 and she said she needed more like 300 so to reduce the chance that she would run out of gas in a "bad area" on the way home. I wished her luck again. I couldn't go anywhere and she had already been there for a couple hours (so she said). I was trapped.

We talked about money and problems and her husband in England. She was far to intelligent, the longer I stayed they the greater the chance I would break. I meet a large amount of random interesting people, often only once, like a paper plane, never in the same place or time. I began to contemplate how profitable her little business venture would be - it was too genius - find a mall, late at night, somewhere uptown, park, wait for them to initiate intercourse, hustle unsuspecting dudes for gas money - I wonder if she has a pimp? hmm. I even began to doubt myself - she was too calm, collected, sure of herself like a brick house - I had to leave ASAP. A couple minutes later I told her that I hope her good Samaritan comes along, waved good bye to her. I have come to no conclusion.

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1, 2, 3, 4 sweep in 100m in Belgium

written by owen, published 2008-Sep-05, comment

Seems evident that no matter were those 2 are everybody will try to avoid the fireworks. I just happen to decide to eat fast food for lunch. Deciding to buy the same thing somewhere else. Not remembering about a race that was about to happen at 1:25 pm. I had over heard my co-workers calculate the global time difference between Jamaica and Brussels, Belgium.

It seems divine intervention place me in direct view of the television as I sat down to eat in front of a woman with a bad weave. I looked up at the television and saw them introducing the athletes. At the same time I remembered about the race.

I looked around and nobody seemed to notice that the race was about to start. As soon as I motioned to the hairdicaped woman that the race was about to start it seem that collective consciousness of the all the people in the general area swarm into the food court.

I had to be directing people no to block my view of the television. What was once a empty lobby had become a school of onlookers. I hope the race would start soon but apparently EVERYBODY knew about it. It was like the Olympics all over again. Eventually it started; Powell in front, Bolt catches and passes, the entire building ca lapses. It was 9.77 seconds of pure bueaty. It was only after the fact that we had noticed that Jamaica won all 3 medals and came in 4 and 8 just to make sure. I'm almost positive another Jamaican won a gold medal in the hurdles but by then everybody had disbursed. Seems that the Bolt-Powell combination over shadows all.

Either way Jamaica "Going On".

2 di weeeerrrrlll!

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