Archive for November, 2007

Chevy Tahoe Greenest Car and other LA Auto Show Absurdities

November 20, 2007

No, it doesn’t run on electricity or hydrogen, but the gigantor Chevy Tahoe was named the greenest car at the LA auto show.  The new hybrid Tahoe supposedly gets a whopping 21 miles per gallon in the city, (although the November/December Truck Trend says they got 18mpg in LA city driving), a “thirty percent boost over standard V8s” which was enough to win the award from Green Car Journal (actually a pretty good publication). 

It was a good week for the Tahoe, as a robotic version built by students at Carnegie Mellon, perhaps the foremost robotics institution in the U.S., won the DARPA Urban Challenge unmanned car competition.

And really, is giving the Tahoe a ‘greenest car’ award any more absurd than $50,000 Japanese ‘economy cars’ that get less than 20 mpg? I looked at the entire Acura line and none get more than 18mpg city mileage.  They’re not the only offenders; the Infiniti G35 and most Lexuses are similarly challenged.

But the award points to deeper problems.  In the real world, newspaper advertisements scream $11,000 off! on Tahoes–big gas-eaters strapped consumers can’t afford. 

The automotive press is particularly cozy with the manufacturers–you’ll never see a car get blasted in Car and Driver or Motor Trend.  There’s a reason public relations folks refer to them as “trade and enthusiast” pubs.  Advertising has a lot to do with it, but so does access–say nasty things and you’ll never get another vehicle for one of your ‘unbiased’ reviews.  On the other hand, stroke the manufacturer with a Car of the Year and you’ll get plenty of advertising.

It reminds me of when I edited PC LapTop magazine; each laptop was always “the best yet” (since last month) from the manufacturer.  The auto show is a party for the press; I didn’t get a free car, but I did get free lunch.

Diary of Reggie, Alligator at Large, Entry #5

November 13, 2007

My apologies for not posting for a while.  I’m just trying to get used to captivity.

Like my late brother Poncho, I’m practicing watchful waiting.  I’m not very big yet, but maybe I’ll get there on the slop they feed me.  Like the Red Hot Chili Peppers song Cabron (I am a tough LA banger, just like them.) “I am small but I am strong,  I’ll get it on with you.”

They say alligators are stupid.  Not as stupid as people.  Some guy breaks into cars on an Indian reservation behind the inevitable casino, the cops chase him and he dives into a pond to escape.  Not very smart so far–worse because he didn’t “read the signs that warned of the danger of live alligators in the pond.”

To add insult to injury, they said, “Some gators have a nasty disposition and he was a nasty gator. He seemed to have no fear of people which indicates that he was fed.”

Now the big guy, Poncho, has to die for doing what comes naturally to an alligator.  You jump in the pond, I eat you, end of story.  

Another Mag Bites the Dust

November 6, 2007

After publishing in two centuries (1901-2007) and to five generations of (mostly) women, House and Garden is no more, Mediabistro reports.   Ninety Conde Nast employees will scramble for work within the company or outside.

I wasn’t a writer, subscriber or reader, but to paraphrase John Donne, each magazine’s death diminishes me.   You could blame the decline of leisure, women’s changing roles,  the rise of the Internet and of TV shows like HGTV (Home & Garden Television; not related) the dumbing down of America or anything else, but it’s still sad when a great lady passes.

Now the TV writers are on strike, and some think they’ll be able to contribute to magazines.  Struggling magazine writers don’t welcome the competition, but if the TV writers are willing to write for free, they’ll find a home at the Huffington Post.

Magazines are dying a hard, slow death.  And those who wrote for them, shot for them, posed in their pages or art directed them are finding the digital transition a difficult one.