You’ll never be free runnin’ from reality.
–Fatlip
Idea for a mobile app: scan barcodes with the phone’s camera to see where the resources used in the product are from, where the production takes place and a percentage breakdown of the retail price by resource distribution to each country/region. This will be a tool for politically and socially-minded consumers. By knowing which country their hard-earned money is going to, they can boycott countries that they do not agree with politically. It will empower the consumer.
Users can create a profile to track their spending habits on a main website. The site will keep a running tally of all products scanned and user will be able to toggle which products have been purchased — to which they have ‘committed’ their patronage. Data breakdown for each profile will include geographic and corporate mapping on personal expenditure.
Scanned products will also provide product feedback from other users of the app. Feedback can be entered into the mobile app at the time of scan if desired (voice recording transcribed to text?) or feedback can be entered via the website profile.
Information for products will need to be surrendered by manufacturers or farmed from existing data sources if possible.
Possibly pitch to Consumer Reports and integrate with their product data and cross-market.
This applies to Android 1.6. If you need to switch your phone to a new Google account, follow these two steps:
Main drawer » Settings » Applications » Manage Apps » Google Apps » Clear Data
Main drawer » Settings » Data Synchronization
Once you get to Data Synchronization, it will prompt you to create a Google account or login to your existing account.
Warning: This will re-synch all your Google data… GMail, Calendar, and Contacts.
LP (Lil’ Pumkin), Puff Kitty aka P. Kitty, Pumkin Butt, Puffy Butt, Muffin Butt
We are in a speakeasy in Hollywood. There are several starlets sitting at a booth sucking on lollipops and drinking liquor from short heavy glasses. Dapper men in tuxedos stop by to chat and flirt. The starlets do not seem interested.
“Those girls are the first proliferators of syphilis in Hollywood during the roaring twenties. See that man over there,” she nods toward a very dark black man in a waiter’s uniform with a tray full of glasses. “He is patient zero. He just arrived from Ghana and will infect each of those starlets this very night.”
I realize that we are watching this scene on an old postcard that Celeste is showing to me as we are driving through the hills of Silverlake. The road is winding through the valley and there is a lake ahead. The houses are peeking down from the hills over the valley and the pink and orange sunset is reflecting on the lake. “It’s so beautiful here. Let’s live here,” I say.
I pull the car over at a tall, narrow three story house on the lake. “I want to show you this house. We should buy this house and live here,” I say to Celeste. We go inside the house to look. The rooms are small but the windows are big and the view of the lake is breath-taking. We go from room to room through each floor. When we get to the basement, we find a little baby boy wearing diapers.
“Oh look, the house comes with a baby!” The baby is happy and smiling and making goo goo gah gah sounds. We hold the baby’s hands as it clumsily walks around the basement. The baby stumbles and starts to fall. I see it’s face is filled with fear as it is falling to the floor. I catch the baby and break it’s fall, resting it gently on the floor. I tickle the baby and it starts to giggle gleefully. It is the cutest baby.
