+Forty years of denying an appropriate franchise law framework

October 26, 2010

Everyone knows the outcome is pre-determined.

Go ahead: Say you’re going to pass franchise laws that protect the most vulnerable.

If you believed they put a man on the moon,
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve,

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Losing my franchise religion: I think I thought I saw you try

April 21, 2010

Franchising’s conceit is that it is a genuine human experience.

It isn’t.

It’s just a dream, a simulation.

What you do after…that’ll build character!

Losing my Religion,  from R.E.M.‘s 1991 album Out of Time.

Oh, life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I’m
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream


Imitation of business is their reality business

April 17, 2010

Franchising is an imitation of a real business.

The art is in the near-perfect staging of reality:

…they presented a more convincing picture of virtue than virtue presented of itself – just as the wax rosebud or the plastic peach seemed more perfect to the eye more what the mind thought a rosebud or a peach should be, than the imperfect original form wich it had been modelled.

William March, The Bad Seed quoted by retired UBC professor Robert Hare in his best book, Without Conscience Imitation Of Life, R.E.M. Charades, pop skill Water hyacinth, named by a poet Imitation of life. Like a koi in a frozen pond. Like a goldfish in a bowl. I don’t want to hear you cry. That’s sugarcane that tasted good. That’s cinnamon, that’s Hollywood. C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try. You want the greatest thing The greatest thing since bread came sliced. You’ve got it all, you’ve got it sized. Like a Friday fashion show teenager Freezing in the corner Trying to look like you don’t try. That’s sugarcane that tasted good. That’s cinnamon, that’s Hollywood. C’mon, c’mon no one can see you try. No one can see you cry. That sugar cane that tasted good. That freezing rain, that’s what you could. C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry. This sugarcane This lemonade This hurricane, I’m not afraid. C’mon, c’mon no one can see you cry. This lightning storm This tidal wave This avalanche, I’m not afraid. C’mon, c’mon no one can see me cry. That sugar cane that tasted good. That’s who you are, that’s what you could. C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry. That sugar cane that tasted good. That’s who you are, that’s what you could. C’mon, c’mon on no one can see you cry.


The Game of Franchising: Believe and Succeed

August 31, 2009

AndyKarufmanDid ya hear: Andy’s alive!

Yeah it’s true. Really.

Man on the moon and they still can’t commit to a reasonable expectation for cash flows?

Hey baby, Are we losing touch?

If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Pseudos: from foolish stern to foolish bow.

Man on the Moon, R.E.M.

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here’s a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool


Time to sing along

November 26, 2008

Everybody Hurts, R.E.M.

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life, well hang on
Don’t let yourself go, ’cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on

‘Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don’t throw your hand. Oh, no. Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you’re on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone


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