My friend Sydney and I do this thing, not exactly a game, but sometimes when we’re yakking we come up with a terrific idea for some kind of goods or service that nobody has yet invented. The first time we thought of something we said, “Man, we could make a million bucks off this!” Of course, we never took even the first step towards doing it; I don’t even recall what it was, just that it was good. Now, for every idea after that, we just say, “That’s our next million” and have another swig of Starbucks. I think our (virtual) millions are somewhere in the low double digits by now. Actually, one of our earliest ideas has come to be – transparent band-aids that look pretty much the same on all skin colors. Only we didn’t do it. Anyway, today I had another great idea. Here’s the daisy chain of how the inspiration came about...
Back on July 24th fellow blogger Spin a Song of Sixpence did a post about the joys blackberries (the fruit not the device) and raspberries. She mentioned that while she likes the flavor of sun-warmed blackberries, they don’t smell all that good to her. Indeed, she said they smelled a little like “cat wee.” As someone who occasionally has access to fresh blackberries and has four cats, I’m clearly in a position to my own empirical research. The whole thing reminded me of a bottle of wine I saw advertised not long ago, labeled “Cat’s Pee on a Gooseberry Bush.”
Now, I have no pretensions to being either a foodie or a wine connoisseur (although I do like to watch sommelier Andrea Immer on TV) but I have noticed that the trend in recent years is to come up with the weirdest, craziest possible names for wines. You’d think naming a nice Sauvignon Blanc after feline urine would put people off, but apparently not. The winery that makes this one has other cat-themed wines, but nothing quite so…so…um… Well, to finalize my point, I heard about some other folks who started up a winery with a nice sedate label to only a lukewarm reception. They struggled for a while, and then took a friend’s advice, renamed their label something totally outrageous, maybe even raunchy, I can’t really say because my source didn’t know what the new name was, but anyway, sales shot up!
Finally, this morning, the gadget on my homepage called Things To Ponder posed the question, “Why is there no mouse-flavored cat food?” Well, instantly I recognized my next million. Make perfectly ordinary cat food, but give it more imaginative names that trendy up-scale cat-lovers will just love to use their conversations. “My little Tigger just adores her Mouse Bits in Cheezy Gravy.” “Well my Bosco won’t touch anything but Field Cricket Delight or the Mixed Aquarium Platter.”
I think you’ll agree this one just can’t miss. In fact, I know the perfect wine to go with it.
Tuesday morning correction – Oops, I had a “mental typo” on this…it’s black currants not black berries. Thanks to Sian for setting me straight!!
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.