Tonight we caught a quick peek at a Kansas City transit promo intended to power this cowtown into the future using old school technology and smartphone buzz words.
It's kind of like an answer to today's tech-ride-share SMACKDOWN with a lots of stock images of happy people and WITHOUT Mayor Sly screaming and insulting everybody with whom he disagrees.
Take a look at the promo for a site that doesn't exist yet:
Hopefully, we'll have more for the morning update and as we'll probably spend the next 2 & 1/2 minutes thinking about Ewa Sonnett and the fact that this is still a town that prefers cars over every other option.
There Will Be No Toy Train Extensions
ReplyDeleteGawd damn give that video a $50 billion evaluation!
ReplyDeletePotemkin Village
ReplyDeleteUber is learning that licensed taxi drivers are hard to mess with around the world.
ReplyDeleteTech offers us a new social net. We might be forced to sell our cars and default on our mortgages, but we would never lose access to Spotify and Google. Death of starvation is still a possibility but death of content starvation is no longer in the cards.
ReplyDelete10:47, while there are probably still a few knuckleheads out there who would rather work to make their cab owner money than make it for themselves, the tied is turning against them. When in NYC, the only time I take taxis is from the airport. It's alWays the slowest, most expensive ride of my trip. The rest of my trips are typically in a new to one year old Toyota camery With a friendly driver who is excited to be making more than he or she did driving a hack or a limo.
ReplyDeleteTell me they aren't going to spend money on a transit app? City Mapper, google, these guys got this, Sly.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I like the 1940's futuristic toy train technology. The overhead wires send a chill up my spine.
ReplyDeleteA SONNET FOR MY EWA SONNETT
ReplyDeleteWhat guile is this, that those her milky breast,
She doth attire under my gaze afold;
And with sly skill so cunningly they rest,
She which is dark of hair, may scarce be told?
Is it that men’s frail eyes, which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that brunette snare;
And being caught may craftily enfold
Their weaker hearts, which are not yet well aware?
Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful rack,
In which if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall lack.
Folly it were for any being free,
To covet bosom, though they golden be.
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ReplyDeleteGenius.
I was just gonna say, "DAMN those are some big TITTIES!" And leave it at that.
Anon 11:36
ReplyDeleteI hate poetry, its pretentious bullshit.
And you would be the expert on pretentious bullshit, Byron!
ReplyDeleteCorrect punctuation is pretentioius bullshit too.
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