Fiat India plans to enter the country's small car market by launching an India-specific car by 2012. The new small car will not bear any resemblance to Fiat Uno. The car will be an entry-level model whose price will be much below Fiat's premium hatchback, Fiat Punto. The new Fiat small car will be experiencing tough competition from Maruti Alto which falls in the same segment. According to Rajeev Kapoor, MD, Fiat India, “It will be an all-new car, nothing to do with any of our other models and will be priced aggressively. It will compete with the Alto and will have a one-litre engine". “The Uno brand has become rather generic in nature. We are still figuring out a new brand name for the car,” he added. With the introduction of new car, Fiat hopes to get its product across to a much larger number of consumers and to effectively increase its market share from the current 1.5%. Let's wait to see if the new Fiat car can withstand the tough competition from other small segment cars already in the market.
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Today's picture was taken in 1964, and shows a grocer giving watermelon slices to children. These days, the watermelons you get in the grocery store are not very good. Around here, a lot of farmers will plant a few rows of watermelons in their fields alongside the cotton, or whatever cash crop they are growing. Then, they have roadside watermelon stands when the melons are ready. Once you have one of those big Black Diamond watermelons right from the field, you can't hardly eat the grocery store ones any more. I have tried before to grow watermelons in a garden, but have never had any luck. The vines come up and look big and healthy, but then when they start setting fruit, the leaves get something on them that kills the vine. So, I have never quiet mastered watermelon growing.
We had some interesting comments yesterday about what implement was used to dispatch the snake after the peacock eggs. xoxobruce suggested it was a mattock. I had never heard of a mattock, so I looked it up on the internet. Sure enough, what some people call a mattock, is known around here as a grubbing hoe. It is used for heavy chopping for things like prickly pear or algarita. What some people call a grubbing hoe, which is one chopping blade on a stick, we simply call a hoe. NYCgeezer suggested I was describing a pickaxe. I think a pickaxe is different, in that the blade on one side is more narrow. Interesting the subtle differences in names and functions. I do think the mattock is the same thing as a grubbing hoe.
Hey look everybody, we’re in Istanbul! Ali didn’t realize that 2 million people lived here. Or that Turkey existed! We’re starting off with a bang this week. You know when Ali says “I don’t think anything could go wrong at this point” that SOMETHING IS DEFINITELY GOING WRONG. They should have spliced in the Dramatic Chipmunk right after she said that.
Chris Harrison comes by and says he’s got some bad news. Not everyone is Here for the Right Reasons! Here, talk to this chick “Jessie” on the phone. Jessie lives in Toronto and lounges around in a candlelit house. She has some bad news. The Entertainment Wrestler has a girlfriend! AND SHE’S CALLING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE!!! GET OUT, ALI!!! Oh, wait, she’s right here. Her name is Jessica. Don’t they have any other names in Canada? Anyway, Jessica is one of EW’s gfs. He’s got 2! Wow, who knew that Entertainment Wrestling was such a chick magnet? He’s not there to find True Love, but to enhance his entertainment wrestling career. Mission Accomplished, EW! Now you’ll always be known as that Tool Who Went on the Bachelorette!
Anyway, Ali calls a meeting and confronts EW. He promptly gets up and flees. Too bad Kasey’s not there to protect and guard her heart! Oh no, EW’s trapped on the hotel grounds! Quick, go through the fountain! Ali will lose your scent and won’t be able to track you! Then he comes back to offer some lame excuse. Then stalks off again. This time, into the hotel! EW is the Worst Stormer Offer in history! Anyway, good riddance. Back at the Douche Suite, everyone’s mad at EW. Except for Frank, who appears to be thoughtfully considering the situation. FORESHADOWING.
OK, back to business. Solo date with Ty. Nice choices with the silver-tipped cowboy boots and baby-head-sized gold medallion, Ty! Ali correctly identifies the Hagia Sophia. Disappointingly, she doesn’t yell “HAGIA SOPHIA!!!! WHOOOOO!!!” They go get in a 300-year-old hot tub. Ew. Look, Ty’s already got a nasty growth from the 300-year-old bacteria.
Now we’re at a lovely al fresco dinner. Girl, you gotta do something about those roots. ABC’s hair budget must be like a nickel. Ty’s talking about his divorce. It’s exactly as interesting as anyone talking about their divorce, which is to say it’s painfully boring. Oh look, there just happen to be some colorful street musicians here for some completely spontaneous dancing! That happens here in SF too, except the street musicians charge you $5 to look at them.
Now we have a Group Date. When you think Very Very Heterosexual Activities you’d like to do on a date with a Girl, what comes to mind? Oil Wrestling with a Large and Unibrowed Turkish Man? Then you’re gay. Oh, no, wait, you’re on the Bachelorette. Everyone gets good and greased up and gets a good old-fashioned Heterosexual Grappling from some Turks and then from one another. Fivehead wins. He says winning at All-Male Oil Wrestling is “better than winning a big kiss.” I see some holes in your game, Craig. He wins a Solo Dinner with Ali and spends most of the time talking about Oil Wrestling. I was getting a date-rapey vibe from him, but maybe only for guys. Man, is he ugly.
Solo Date with Frank next. He says “We’re in Turkey.” That’s good, Frank! Now, how many fingers am I holding up? Just one. They do some shopping at the Spice Bazaar where they get into all kinds of krazy hijinx and Frank buys a rug. Their life together will be one big slapstick comedy! Now it’s time for dinner in the underground sewer system or something. To get their food, they have to wade through some standing water and God knows what else. This is the oddest place for a date ABC has picked yet. Next week, we’ll set up a table in the janitor’s closet of a box factory!
We are now limping towards the end. In a vain attempt to create some kind of drama out of this week’s episode of the Watching Paint Dry Show, Ali decrees that there will be no cocktail party before the rose ceremony!!! The guys all react like they just found out that Joey Bishop killed Kennedy or that Two and a Half Men has been cancelled. Anyway, Fivehead gets cut. No surprise there. Hopefully the producers gave him a Consolation Oil Wrestling Match.
Next Week: Some brightly-colored European tourist trap. Lisbon, maybe? I don’t know.
Today's picture was taken in 1939, and shows a Farmer's Market in San Antonio Texas. The men are selling onions from the back of their truck.
I notice in looking at these old pictures that people used to be a lot thinner than they are today. I sometimes wonder if they were not getting enough to eat, or if they were just eating a lot healthier and working a lot harder.
Domestic Update:
Well, we had some excitement out in Chickie Town yesterday. I heard some honking and commotion out there, and Mrs. PJM went out to see what was going on. What she found was that a big Bull Snake had chased Elly May off her nest, and was trying to eat her eggs. I ran out with a grubbing hoe, and chopped the snakes head off. It took Elly May a while to settle down, but she did go back and sit on the nest. No eggs were damaged, but I am not sure how long she was off the nest, and whether the excitement caused any problems with the eggs. We will keep you posted.
The U.S. Federal Trade Commission has disrupted a long-running online scam that allowed offshore fraudsters to steal millions of dollars from U.S. consumers -- often by taking just pennies at a time.
The scam, which had been run for about four years years, according to the FTC, provides a case lesson in how many of the online services used to lubricate business in the 21st century can equally be misused for fraud.
"It was a very patient scam," said Steve Wernikoff, a staff attorney with the FTC who is prosecuting the case. "The people who are behind this are very valmeticulous."
Wait a second. Did you just say "valmeticulous"? What does that mean, like extra meticulous, or like the evil version of meticulous? Like James Bond villains are especially valmeticulous, right?
No, I didn't feel it. At 7:47 a.m. I was either walking down the steps into the 24th & Mission BART station or was somewhere nearby. Got down to the platform and the guy comes on the intercom and says there's been a quake and trains will be delayed. NOW, what's your first thought? Oh, I might be late to work or Wow, earthquake! or Listen to this jackass calling someone to say there's been an earthquake? Well, my first thought was to look around at my fellow passengers and think Are these the people I want to be trapped with if there's a bigger one coming up? Because if it looks like they're going to be no help, I'm going back up to the street and taking the bus.
ANYWAY. What a weekend! Pavement Friday night. Here's an outstanding review from the delightfully named Ian S. Port. I've been talking about this show pretty much nonstop since Friday night, and now I don't really feel like going on any more about it, but here are three observations:
1. Lots of aging hipsters have adopted the Adam Savage look: big, chunky glasses and unruly hair.
2. Gary Young probably shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a drum kit.
3. It was probably better than I expected.
Saturday was the Dyke March. It's exactly what it sounds like.
Picture may include non-dykes.
Yesterday I went to the Giants-Red Sox game. It was awful. Look, I get that the Sox have incredibly loyal fans and everywhere they go their people show up in force and blah de blah, but there is something uniquely and supremely annoying about being in your own ballpark and having people around you cheering at your team's failures. And believe me, the Giants failed extremely well yesterday.
Hi, Red Sox!
Also, it was about a million fucking degrees out and I drank too much. Betcha didn't see that coming!
Good Monday morning to you all. Old Market week continues today with this picture from 1937, which shows what looks like a little grocery store. The woman appears to be buying the Asparagus. Also, looks like there is a tray of chickens for sale. Wow, I hope those chickens are on ice!
Domestic Update:
I am continuing to progress on the construction of the greenhouse. The only question issue right now is that the weatherman calls for rain all week. This was the week that I was going to get the holes dug for the ground stakes. Hopefully the rain won't put us too far behind schedule.
