CHRIS (HYPNO-GIRL) AND SELF |
”WINK
WINK NUDGE NUDGE, SAY NO MORE, SAY NO MORE” is a statement popularized
by Eric Idle in his MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING CIRCUS days of the early 70’s. This idiom, wink wink nudge nudge, is often added to the end of a sentence to
hint that the speaker is really referring to something else, something else
that is sexual in nature. Wink wink nudge nudge is the verbal
explication of gestures people make when they want to pass on something sly,
instead of an actual winking of the eye or the actual nudge of an elbow.
I quite like
wink wink nudge nudge because … I do
find it particularly funny; though, please keep in mind I was a consumer of
Monty Python television series!
I quite like
wink wink nudge nudge, too, because NUDGE
also refers to a psychological manipulation which is tolerable, along the lines
of Love Bombing, Praise, Good Cop Bad Cop,
and Carrot and Stick.
Love Bombing was the psychological tactic
employed by the Moonies, followers of Sun Myung Moon, founder of the
Unification Church of the United States.
In its heyday during the 70’s, the Moonie method of recruiting emerging
adults, literally luring newbies into their cult, was through smiles and smiles and
more smiles.
Praise, as a psychological tactic (yes, a
tactic), was especially important to B. F. Skinner’s Operant Conditioning. In order to effect positive behaviors, for
example as those ideally between parent and child, or coach and player, or
teacher and student, Skinner academically declared that offering praise was the way to
go to achieve any positive ends. (Whoda
thunk it, huh?)
Good Cop Bad Cop is that stereotypical television
police routine of joint questioning used in negotiation and interrogation … hmmm
…
Carrot and Stick is in literal reference to a cart
driver dangling a carrot in front of a mule, whilst holding stick near its rear
end, to pull the cart. (I want you to
note that the obvious ASS pun would have been most appropriate here, but being
the disciplined writer that I am …) Metaphorically, Carrot and Stick is often
referenced to the Christian tactic of Heaven or Hell, as a means of saving one’s
soul from eternal fire and brimstone.
For my best
example of the Nudge as a psychological manipulation, is the imprint of a fly
in men’s urinals. Apparently men don’t
pee straight, so in order not to have males peeing all over the wall and floor
in the pub washroom, images of flies are imprinted smack in the middle of the
urinals and … men being men (I suppose) … aim their spray to hit the fly.
Media
manipulation through advertising, mind games for seduction, especially
religious recruitment (as in my first and last example), and straight shooting into
urinals, are all, part and parcel, parts of the psychological NUDGE.
Whenever I
go busking, my buskspot begins with a nudge. Here is what it looks like:
SOMEONE ADDED THE CARROTS (A CHRISTIAN PERHAPS?) |
I never
start strumming without seed money in my guitar case. Out of ritual or superstition, I allows toss in
two five dollar bills weighted down with four toonies and two loonies, twenty
dollars in total. I have this notion
that potential consumers do not like to feel like they want to be the first sucker to
toss money into my case. I have this
notion that potential consumers like to feel included in the mainstream, and
specifically in my busking case (pun intended), people like to toss coins to
causes that have been noted and appreciated by others. People love to follow suit, so to speak.
In my usual
self-aggrandizement style of writing, my snappy title suggests that today I am
going to scribble about HYPNOSIS, HOCKEY, HOOPLA, and HARRY. And, indeed, I am going to do just that with
a Shaggy-dog essay filled with pointless wink wink nudge nudge tales of
yesterweek, each of which having unexpected change (pun, again, intended).
- HYPNOSIS
I am really
hoping to up my game of Guitar Busking to that of Street Hypnosis. Guitar Busking is rather commonplace, and Street
Hypnosis, in bigger cities, is rather commonplace and pedestrian in summer. But … Street Hypnosis having Guitar Busking
as a prop … well … I think this combo to be a rather Promethean busking adventure
… a much needed personal sea change.
I fancy
myself as a bit of a shill, the perfect pitchman who represents the wander lusting
wayfarer. Because I much prefer vis-à-vis
over texting, busking has been the ideal Walter Mitty escape from my day-to-day
realities, and because of my face-to-face preference, I am hoping to inch-meal
my daydreams into my behaviors.
I would need to have
a HYPNO-GIRL for a NUDGE. Pictured above
in my header is my friend, CHRIS FRANK.
A girl such as CHRIS would be the perfect hypno-nudge, a girl with a
bright and extroverted nature, and never mind knock-out looks, would for
sure be a crowd-getter. In my Walter Mitty moments, I am the wordy humorist and someone like Chris could very well be the gorgeous hypno-girl plant. (The above picture above, sadly, is the reality. Look at her ... the perfect nudge girl. Then look at me ... the addelpated, aged busker ... only one decade away from decrepitude.)
- HOCKEY
Of course
anyone who reads this blog knows one of my best friends is BRAD HORNUNG, NHL
Scout, (GOOGLE him), and that my very best friend is COLBY WILLIAMS, CAPTAIN OF
THE REGINA PATS (GOOGLE him, too).
Hanging with Brad over the last twenty years I've watched close to a
thousand WESTERN HOCKEY LEAGUE games and … have listened to the professional
insights of Brad and his ilk. (Did you
know that NATIONAL HOCKEY LEAGUE scouts are always present at WESTERN HOCKEY
LEAGUE games? Did you know that
oftentimes I’ve met these professional hockey analysts and as a result … am
oftentimes delusional into thinking that I actually know stuff about hockey?)
BRAD SURROUNDED BY EX-NHL'ERS |
COLBY
WILLIAMS, DRAFT PICK OF THE WASHINGTON CAPITALS is my VERY BEST FRIEND. When Colby is not in his skates at any given
home game ( he was on the injury list for most of this season), he often stops by for a quick chat.
Also … Colby gave to me … his very first set of PATS Skates … CCM CL’S
(CRAZY LIGHTS) … worth $850 without tax.
I mean, really, this is the behavior of best friends … not?
COLBY WITH THE WASHINGTON CAPITALS |
THESE ARE SOME OF COLBY'S FANS -- BUT I'M HIS BEST FRIEND! |
- HOOPLA
My work
partner, NATALIE AGECOUTAY-SWEET, sent me some great pictures of the FIRST
NATIONS UNIVERSITY SPRING POW WOW.
WOW |
RICK STECIUK, SUPERINTENDENT OF REGINA PUBLIC SCHOOLS |
- HARRY
And, dear
reader, if you follow my blog, you also know that I am a portrait street artist/busker. Summer is coming fast and I need to hone my
pencil skills. My consumers know that my
pencil never lies. But until I get my
eyes and fingers in sync, my pencil will fib a bit. My first consumer for Spring portrait busking is my
nephew, HARRY BARRETT (aka Hollywood Harry by me; Mister Vancouver by his mom and dad). HARRY is a future movie maker/editor/producer/actor. HARRY has the gift. Harry is a cinema savant.
Here is the
making of Harry, as drawn by moi:
I do believe I captured the quiddity of Harry.
To conclude,
please be aware, dear reader ... that ...
I AM THE QUINTESSENTIAL BUSKER …
I WILL ALWAYS GET MORE OUT OF YOU …
THAN YOU
WILL GET OUT OF ME …
(WINK WINK
NUDGE NUDGE …
SAY NO MORE, SAY NO MORE!)
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