September 5, 2007

A secretly traitorous journalist would never have stood for the abhorrent treatment of La Stuarda. It would have shocked him out of his insincere complicity with the king - and that would have been amazing.

Here's the idea: station 5 testers with laptops on 34th Street. One at 10th Ave., one at 7th, at 5th, at Madison, and at 2nd. Each one has 2000 tests to administer. The test is simple: you start each person at a web browser with the standard Google homepage showing - fine. You tell them to type 'america' into the Google search bar plug-in. The autocomplete function will list about 10 choices that begin with 'america:' '-n airlines, express, eagle, idol, apparel, ...' - then, you let the person select whichever one they want, and repeat the process using words on the first page that comes up after the selection is made. For example, if I did it ten times, I would be on the following web site: http://www.riowild.com/saquarema.asp.


Another: Ok, so because physical discomfort sucks, I thought it would be good, while still young, to record how my body feels when it is at its maximum comfort. As a young person, it's still quite possible that more than half of the year, this level of physical comfort is sustainable. If I record that data, and then record days where I don't feel as good, rating the discomfort relative to the maximum comfort level, my days in advanced age would be significantly more enlightening. I could be fifty and in the hospital for some random heart condition, and I could reflect on 1) how maximum comfort felt, with resolution down to specific body parts, 2) the ridiculously outdated technologies I used to construct this system. If you want the idea, take it.

One more: A hit TV show about changing life career on a dime. For example, depressed NYC 20-something moves to Chicago and joins AIDS consultancy, meets prestigious guests in swanky hotel restaurant where blues from the fifties is playing, falls in love with waitress, older, married. Goes back to NYC, meets depressed 20-something, female, who receives protagonatory baton from the first guy. She quits her job, becomes more honest with people, gets a little crazy in the head - starts yelling "Get me off this plane" at 20,000 feet. Emergency landing at airforce base, angry passengers, advertising spot. Take it, publish it, but if you're going to chop my head off, make the first chop count.