While most of us are hunkering down, glued to the news or binge watching Netflix and Amazon Prime, trying not to get each other sick by practicing social distance and self-isolation, some of us are out there, braving the virus to protect our family.
By buying guns and stocking up on ammunition. Makes sense, right? Shoot a bullet, kill a germ. Isn’t that what the experts at CDC are advising?
Gun stores are reporting a surge in sales and lines around the block.
Sorry, my mistake. This people aren’t arming themselves against the virus. They’re arming themselves against each other.
Ed Turner of Ed’s Public Safety in Stockbridge, Georgia attributes his increase in sales to Covid-19. “This is panic. This is ‘I won’t be able to protect my family from the hordes and the walking dead.'”
Asian Americans, worried about being blamed for the Coronavirus, are arming themselves. I’d like to say their fears are unfounded, but they’ve got televisions. They’ve heard the President speak.
Canadian gun and ammunition sales are also up, but that’s mostly due to the fact that 90% of the ammunition sold in Canada comes from the U.S. and hunters and target shooters here are concerned that the increased demand south of the border means a decrease in supply north of it.
Tired of dragging your ass luggage through airports? Schedule too full to hop across the pond for a meeting? Rather stay home than take that six hour drive to Montreal?
I hear you, and so does ARHT Media. The Toronto company’s got your back—and the technology to make your life easier.
In a Sci-Fi swirl of lights, ARHT can beam you to your meeting, conference, or convention, in the form of a hologram.
Life-sized, this almost three-dimensional version of you looks slightly translucent, but the sound is crisp, clear with none of the digital hiccups that plague teleconferencing. Is the hologram as effective as you would be?
ARHT’s clients were surprised to find the impact of presenting as a hologram is, “actually greater than if they were there live.”
“I can do a trip to Singapore in two hours instead of four days…that’s compelling,” says one client.
It’s hard to argue with a bit of wizardry that saves your sanity, your wallet, and the environment. Not to mention the OMG, how-cool-is-that factor.
Now, if I can just get my hands on a self-driving car…
I can walk by tourist crap without a second glance. Fridge magnets, plastic fans, and I Heart T-shirts don’t do it for me.
But, give me a story. Throw in a bit of history, polish it with the patina of time and romance. Tell me something is rare and I’m reaching for my credit card.
There’s a small vineyard in Mazzorbo, Venice.
The sales presentation is flawless; crisp white linen and crystal wine glasses. The story is exquisite; a grape thought lost to history, a wine the Venetian Doges drank. The wine bottles themselves are works of art, the glass made in Murano, and the label wrought from paper-thin gold leaf.
Did I mention the bottles are numbered by hand, and the wine comes in the cutest little wood crate?
Was I aware I was being taken in by a fantastic sales pitch? Vaguely, but— Wine the Doges drank!
Was the wine even good?
You’re asking the wrong person. I don’t like wine.
On a Sunday, two weeks ago, eight hundred people took part in a rare moment of hope at the U.S.-Mexico border. Two groups of singers, one in San Diego, one in Tijuana, raised their voices as one. In Spanish, and in English, they sang The Beatles song, With a Little Help From my Friends , across the barbed wire between them.
Choir! Choir! Choir! a Toronto-based choral group staged the cross-border performance, teaching the song’s arrangements to audience participants.
Will this binational sing-a-long make a difference?
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know I’m not always on the best of terms with my Google Home speaker. My television remote isn’t exactly my best friend either. I’m not even going to mention my frustrating relationship with Android Auto.
I’m beginning to think it isn’t them…it’s me.
Despite my dismal track record with all things tech, I’ve become seduced by—a mug. A magical mug that keeps my coffee hot no matter how slowly I drink it.
Fortunately for me, this thing is as easy to use as a toaster. Plug it in, charge it up, and you’ll never have to wince at tea gone too cool again. Never have to traipse over to the microwave to zap your coffee back to an acceptable temperature.