Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Location
Brell, the first white woman to
marry a black robot!
Got knows she’s Liberal, so it goes
well enough.
But, he’s been manufactured in India,
and thus, Oxford accent.
Puts the rest of us off. Uppity.
Wouldn’t in Green-witch Village, I suppose,
but this is Marauder, Oklahoma.
I want to add For God’s Sakes! -–but, better
brought up than that.
Labels: black, Black Robot, Greenwich Village, India, liberal, Oklahoma, Oxford, robot, uppity
Monday, October 17, 2011
Movers
-I had signed up with Lawn Care For Pennies
when I discovered a top executive right here
in our pretend-affluent neighborhood!
-Let me know if the boys aren’t keeping things
florescent green.
-And a fellow drunk to boot!
-How bout some hair of the dog? What you got?
-Estelle just put in fancy-pants liqueurs. Any hope in
that bunch?
-If you wanna puke, yes.
-Well let’s whip something up with a few ingredients
of a drier variety.
-Old is better.
-I had a question last week when you were incommunicado. Cell phone off.
-Working on hush-hush something in Far East.
-Anyway, I reached the 800 number in Calcutta.
-Globalism for better or for worse.
-Guy was helpful and mega polite. Oxford accent.
-I'll look into that. We specified American.
-I think it's more pleasant, sort of a lilt.
-Then I'll give your our UK number when you
give me a drink.
-I had signed up with Lawn Care For Pennies
when I discovered a top executive right here
in our pretend-affluent neighborhood!
-Let me know if the boys aren’t keeping things
florescent green.
-And a fellow drunk to boot!
-How bout some hair of the dog? What you got?
-Estelle just put in fancy-pants liqueurs. Any hope in
that bunch?
-If you wanna puke, yes.
-Well let’s whip something up with a few ingredients
of a drier variety.
-Old is better.
-I had a question last week when you were incommunicado. Cell phone off.
-Working on hush-hush something in Far East.
-Anyway, I reached the 800 number in Calcutta.
-Globalism for better or for worse.
-Guy was helpful and mega polite. Oxford accent.
-I'll look into that. We specified American.
-I think it's more pleasant, sort of a lilt.
-Then I'll give your our UK number when you
give me a drink.
Labels: 800 number, globalism, India
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
The Industrialist
-That hole up there died twenty years ago but nobody told em.
-And our operation there?
-Phasing out. Skeleton crew now.
-As the India factory grows?
-That's the formula for a brief period.
-Then?
-We raze the buildings on the beautiful Hudson! Improve the view for the time being.
-Whoa! Historic?
-They never got round to designating. Tough-ski shits-ski!
Hey we already sold the machinery to a startup in India!
-Helping a competitor?
-Not really. Our machines in India will come here...
along with the workforce.
-And into a brand new building?
-What else?
-That's what I wanna know: What else?
-India Town! Like a little Disney thing to color up the drab Hudson burg!
-Make it easy to navigate the river with all that curry stink!
-Never thought of that. Hey they bring Grandma and Grandpa
who subsist on a few beans and a handful of rice.
Instead of farting all day, let's put em to use in India Town!
Dress ‘em in gorgeous rags. That armpit’ll leap to life up there!
-It's the American Dream!
-In a way, it is!
-You'll need beggars to make it really Indian. May I suggest Americans?
-Wouldn't be genuine.
-That hole up there died twenty years ago but nobody told em.
-And our operation there?
-Phasing out. Skeleton crew now.
-As the India factory grows?
-That's the formula for a brief period.
-Then?
-We raze the buildings on the beautiful Hudson! Improve the view for the time being.
-Whoa! Historic?
-They never got round to designating. Tough-ski shits-ski!
Hey we already sold the machinery to a startup in India!
-Helping a competitor?
-Not really. Our machines in India will come here...
along with the workforce.
-And into a brand new building?
-What else?
-That's what I wanna know: What else?
-India Town! Like a little Disney thing to color up the drab Hudson burg!
-Make it easy to navigate the river with all that curry stink!
-Never thought of that. Hey they bring Grandma and Grandpa
who subsist on a few beans and a handful of rice.
Instead of farting all day, let's put em to use in India Town!
Dress ‘em in gorgeous rags. That armpit’ll leap to life up there!
-It's the American Dream!
-In a way, it is!
-You'll need beggars to make it really Indian. May I suggest Americans?
-Wouldn't be genuine.
Labels: Hudson, India, outsourcing
Friday, April 01, 2011
The March of Whatever
Something feels not right and the machinist stops the process
to measure with his precision micrometers. Should scrap the piece, he thinks, but work has piled up.
The mechanic who must make the part function ends up cursing and applying a few mickey mouse solutions.
The consumer receives the product, its aesthetics promising
a rare perfection.
He ends up on the phone with a person in India.
Something feels not right and the machinist stops the process
to measure with his precision micrometers. Should scrap the piece, he thinks, but work has piled up.
The mechanic who must make the part function ends up cursing and applying a few mickey mouse solutions.
The consumer receives the product, its aesthetics promising
a rare perfection.
He ends up on the phone with a person in India.
Labels: India, manufacturing
