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Don’t Shoot!!!!!!!

Mar 20 2010 Published by under Pete Perry's Pet Peeves,Ramble On

What are my rights?

Last month Kelly and I were in New York City for a few days.  An opportunity to get away without the kids – hang with a few friends, and even stalk Julia Roberts at a quiet little Tapas place.

We were waiting to meet a friend near Union Square, and ducked into a trendy little “diner” type place right next to the park.  Good coffee – kitchy kinda place, kinda cool, food looked good – etc.  In fact – as a side note – it’s been in several movies from what I understand, and we recently noticed that the scene in The Devil Wears Prada where she’s giving gifts out to her friends – you know – that beautiful blue Marc Jacobs bag!! ~faints~ – they are sitting in the exact seats we sat in.

I digress.

Often.

So I’m taking pictures.  Duh.  I think I had the fiddy out and was playing with depth of field, light, coffee – you know – important photography things.  Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder (as I’m looking thru viewfinder) and the manager (gripping me tight enough to justify some violence from me) looks at me and says those words that photographers just LOVE to hear:

“Will you please shoot our piece for Vanity Fair”

No.  He actually said:

“Sorry, we do not allow photography in here.”

My mind goes fast in these situations.  A million thoughts at once:

  • grab the wrist near my shoulder, and twist it until he has just a stump where his arm was
  • run
  • did I over expose that shot
  • his mother didn’t give him enough love – go easy on him
  • he’s within his rights
  • ooh look behind him – she’s kinda cute
  • where the hell is Robin?  She was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago
  • I wish it would stop snowing
  • I hope I bump into Julia Roberts in the Tapas place
  • he’s not within his rights
  • why the fuck is he TOUCHING ME???

I went with staring him in the eye and telling him: “Well that’s just RIDICULOUS”

He wasn’t expecting that – he seemed to think I would just say “oh sorry sir – yes sir  - right away sir”

So we had a few words.  Nothing major – and because Kelly was giving me the hairy-eyeball, I did put the camera away.

And I’m pretty sure I saw him say something to our waitress and nod in our direction and I’m pretty sure their coffee doesn’t really cost $7 a cup.

We left soon after.

I know it’s not the first time anyone of us camera-whores has been given this line.  My first time was when taking this shot:

I dream of jeanies
at an AG Jeans place.  And I’ve heard of friends being tossed or simply asked to stop.

But why?  What is the problem with taking pictures in a diner, clothing store, or any other “public” place?  Is this guy afraid I’m going to get a shot of his place, and photoshop in a rat or dead guy or something?

Really – I just don’t get it.  And Kelly was telling me, of course, that I was rude – and he has the right to tell me “no-photos”.

What do you guys think?  First – why would a place put on such a restriction – and second – how should I have reacted?

ps – the only decent shot I got there was this:

easy

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my shoe shine boy tweets about his blog

Feb 04 2010 Published by under Pete Perry's Pet Peeves,Ramble On

I’m a little worried about social media.  I generally only worry about things I care about – and I am worried.

We’ll start with why I care about social media.  I care because it has introduced me to some really incredible people.  I care because it has helped me to reconnect with people that had faded from my life.  And I care because it is helping me make money right now.  I want all of these things to continue.  It’s an incredible thing, this technology.  The technology that brings us all together and helps build friendships (or even romance).  The technology that helps us choose the right restaurant or buy the right car.  The technology that – you get the idea.  You’ve probably met me because of social networking – or at least learned more about me that way.  See?  THAT’S how important it is.  Take a moment to be thankful for social media because it brought more of ME into YOUR life!

Take your time…

But I really am worried.  Here’s why…

In 1928 in New York City, or so the story goes, John D. Rockefeller was having his shoes shined.  The shoe shine boy, presumably not knowing who Rockefeller was, started giving him stock tips.  J.D. took his shoe shine boy’s advice – but not in the way you’d expect.  He decided that if a shoe shine boy – making a penny a shine – was giving stock tips – it was time to get out of the market.  He did – and it’s the reason his family was able to stave off the Depression, and continued to be one of the richest in our history.

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Everyone has a blog.  Everyone has a Facebook Fan Page.  Everyone Tweets.  Hell, “Tweet” is a verb!  And now – that’s not enough.  Now there are companies out there that will sell you (for only like $300 or so) software to plug into your website to help you create YOUR OWN SOCIAL NETWORK.

Here’s the elevator pitch of one such company (who’s name I have removed because I dont’ want you to build your own social network – really – I won’t join it.):

“With MyDumbassCompany* you can start tomorrow’s next big thing today by creating social networking sites just like Facebook or MySpace!”

*not their real name

Stop!

Please – just stop!

For the love of Google, just stop.

You do not need your own social networking company.  The world does NOT need another Facebook and it could use one less MySpace.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not suggesting that social networking is evil.  On the contrary – I’m grateful for it.  At the risk of being overly melodramatic – I can honestly say that it has enriched my life  - and – believe it or not – helped me to grow.

Please don’t ask for proof of aforementioned growth.

I’m just worried, is all.

I encourage you to use the comments section below to discuss this topic.  No.  Not my growth or lack thereof – social media.  The pros – the cons – the future.  What do you think – I want to know.  It may help me to help my clients – so really – please participate if you have any opinion at all.  Wise-ass commenters may be made fun of or un-friended.

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Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry

Jan 30 2010 Published by under Pete Perry's Pet Peeves

Had an interesting conversation with a couple friends yesterday about an internet phonomanananana.  (never knew how to spell that word).  The Internet Persona. dunt dunt daaah!!

(that was for dramatic effect.  or affect.  shut up. I don’t give a fuck)

Now, I’m not talking about those sleazy guys that cruise chat rooms on AOL pretending to be kids so they can meet kids.

And I’m not even talking about those people that are hairy and greasy and much too overweight cause they sit at the computer all day and they smell of cheese and mountain dew but then they tell the “hot” chic in the chat room that they have been told they look like a cross between Robert DeNiro and George Clooney – and send a picture of a total stranger that they pulled off of some guy’s Flickr site who happens to be named Grateful Clem.  (hey, it may have happened).  No.  Not talking about those guys either.

I’m talking about the people who have an internet “presence” – and they use that internet presence as an “out”.  They say something on the internet that is hateful or hurtful or damaging to someone in some way – then they say “well – ‘Mike Hunt’ isn’t the real me – that’s the “Internet” me, my real name is Ben Dover.  ‘Mike Hunt’ is just an act – intended to get people all riled up.  Like Howard Stern or Rush Limbaugh.  Or Squidward”

*cough*bullshit*cough*

Full Disclosure:  There’s a fine line here.  I have an internet “persona” too, I guess.  It was first really discussed HERE, (read the tags on the right side of the page) but since then has been discussed several times with friends and wives.  (trust me – she seems like more than one person sometimes).  So yeah – the online me is maybe a bit more of a flirt – and maybe uses harsher language – and maybe takes compromising pictures of himself for the attention and humor of it all.  But I try to be careful – mostly with the flirting – to make sure everyone knows it’s all just a joke.  A few people have been upset – but I’m fairly certain they were assholes anyway – and I know that no one was physically hurt or felt hated.  A couple may have fallen in love.  Ok, not really – that was Clem.

So I’ve been thinking about this for a loooooong time.  (long time in internet terms, which is like a couple hours or so).  And NO – I will not be giving specific examples here because I do not want to perpetuate the hate (I should start that Rap career, really).  But I think that it’s important to point out that it doesn’t fly with me.  I have a big problem with this.

I know – duh.

But my problem isn’t entirely with the persona-hider-behinder (I made that up.  You can use it).  Everyone has a problem with them.  My problem is with the nature of the internet groupie.  The people that follow this person on whatever outlet they are spewing (facebook, flickr, twitter, twatter, etc) who just blindly agree.  What is it about them that makes them feel like they have to say “oh god – I couldn’t agree more?” about things that are so obviously wrong.  For instance (and I AM TOTALLY making this up): persona-hiding-behinder© makes a post somewhere about how all those people in the Oklahoma City Bombing had it coming – cause well, hell – only idiots live in Oklahoma (and I have to pause here and say that I can’t even TYPE Oklahoma without breaking into a chorus of “Surrey With A Fringe On Top” – and yes I’m straight.  I think.).

I’m not exaggerating too much really.  The opinions expressed are sometimes that flat out stoopid.  So yeah – no one in their right mind really would think that – much less actually say it in public next to pictures of their grandma or kids.  Right?

Wrong.

They would and they do.  But possibly worse are the 50-300 people who agree, publicly.  Do they really?  Or are they just agreeing to agree – or are they just not really giving it thought – or are they just so needy for the feeling of fitting in with this person they think is so cool, that they just follow like so many cows?

I don’t know the answer – just the question.  You tell me.  Why do people do this?  Both the persona-hiding-behinder® and the follower.

Because really – the followers cause it to continue.  The persona-hiding-behinder® really does feed off of the attention.  Then come the intelligent but naive people  (of which I am one on occasion – naive, not intelligent – no wait…) who feel they need to say something for all humanity, and either throw out a one or two line argument, a one or two line “you’re a stupid moron” kinda response, or a well thought out, long point-counter-point short essay stating all the reasons the persona-hiding-behinder™ is wrong – with the hope of persuading him/her to see it their way, and thereby save the world.

Boy was he waiting for you to come along!  “Gasoline, meet fire.”  “Hi, Fire, nice to meet you – you’re kinda hot baby, mind if I move in a little closer, do you come here oft..SWOOSH!”

Yeah.  Don’t do that.  I learned the not-so-very-hard-but-not-so-very-fun way to take the high road in these cases whenever you can.  And by that I mean either 1) ignore it and eventually the persona-hiding-behinder© will piss off the followers, one by one until he is relegated to talking to himself and posting pictures of flowers – or, B) go find him and punch him in the throat.

Either way.

OK – that was kind of a downer.  So go watch this video – it’s the funniest thing I have found on the internet today.

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