From the monthly archives:

January 2009

urban-wheel-truck-of-the-year-image

Last fall, I sat on the meeting between Ford Flex interior designer Anthony Prozzi, Automobile Magazine Editor Jean Jennings, our in-house artist extraordinaire Lee Quinones at the scrumptious Il Bagatto located in the East Village. Prozzi was the super star of that meeting when restaurant regulars found out that he had worked on the Flex. Turns out an inner city law enforcement officer was quite proud of his brand new Flex – and he called it – the hot new ride on the streets. Seemingly, the Ford Flex has something for everybody, and the more road time it sees, it’s cache grows. Most recently, Flex won ‘Urban Truck of the Year’ at the 2009 Urban Wheel Awards during the North American International Auto Show, trumping the BMW X6 and Dodge Ram. A diverse panel of 23 judges from newspapers, magazines, broadcast sources and online media, organized by On Wheels Inc., voted for the Flex. Judges were asked to nominate three vehicles in the categories of car and trucks.The Flex beat out finalists BMW X6 and the Dodge Ram to win the title. Flex apparently has a serious toned muscle.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 1 comment }

xc60andme1
Hearts intact, we’re leaving San Francisco where the January sky is unseasonably blue and wide above our panoramic moon roof and the lip of the Pacific Ocean tickles the imagination beneath the driver’s window of the 2010 Volvo XC60. My driving partner and I are making our way north along meandering roadways of the panoramic 101 from our starting destination at Cavallo Point for serious launch business. It’s one of those days where this job doesn’t feel like work, with chirpy conversation in a comfortable make and model.

The Form

We’re joined by a fleet of test cars uniform in spec and in color for this product launch. As a pack, we embody the design hallmarks of the Swedish brand – clean, clean, clean. The overall aesthetic is earthy and the lines along the peripheral flow symmetrically, and are never bulbous. “We work holistically to find the right kind of character for the car,” Volvo designer Doug Frasher told us in an earlier presentation, emphasizing the placement of the emblem on the front end, the protective waistline traced along the under body of the vehicle and the elliptical front form framed by vertical facing DNA lights. The design is proudly and intentionally Scandinavian in character. “Swedes see what light brings to form we’re sort of abstractly interpreting Scandinavian design.” In this abstraction is the effort to emphasize the all-wheel drive character.”

The Feel

Drive partner and I are mostly girl talking on this scenic drive, commenting sparingly on the performance issues of the all-wheel drive XC60, but that’s not because we’re absentminded or uninterested. There’s little to criticize about the ride and handling of the XC60 – it does what it’s supposed to do — move people securely, soundly and stridently. The action is buoyed by the extra mustard of the low-end torque and despite the bends and weaves on the road ahead, the XC60 keeps up and responds with dynamism that keeps us satisfied with the confident 3 liter T6 responsible for 281 horsepower and 295 lb-ft of torque. A slight drawback for the eco-conscious is the so-so fuel economy — 16 mpg on the streets and 22 mpg on the highway. Not spectacular by the green crowd’s standard, but the engine uses standard gasoline and not premium fuel, adding to projected savings in this luxury compact segment.

We’re cozy in the comfortable two-tone leather seats of the XC60 in a spacious cabin. It’s a gorgeous day, and heated seats don’t scorch, adding that extra bit of warmth to the brisk morning air. While part of our designated driving route is more attuned to a thrill seeking drop top, Volvo isn’t really about aiming for kicks. Instead, the XC60 hangs on, dipping and weaving despite the dizzying effects of California curves.

The Features

In fact, we learn that “Volvo wants to design a car that doesn’t crash.” Apparently, they’re almost there. Years of collecting massive amounts of statistics on accidents continues to pay dividends for Volvo’s leading safety technology integration. They’ve turned safety into a set of theorems, deconstructing accidents from non-conflict phase to the post crash state in the Safety Crash Center. In a later product presentation, we’re subject to a video streaming bits of factual data based upon careful research. (Did you know 75 % of collisions happen at speeds below 30 miles per hour?)

This brings us to City Safety— Volvo’s new definitive function on the XC60 that stops itself. A City Safety demonstration was set up in the Cavallo Point parking lot prior to our excursion. We giggled as we drove at a low speed of 15 mph into barricades, but make no mistake, the car came to an abrupt halt without the slightest touch of a brake. This function is good for distracted drivers of all makes and models, but is exclusive to Volvo.

The Field
In this category of high-end compact utility Volvo takes on stiff competition going up against the Infiniti EX35, Acura RDX, Mercedes-Benz GLK (which will be available in a attractive diesel package), BMW X-3 and soon the Audi Q5. XC60 goes on sale in March with pricing slightly higher than Acura RDX ($33,895) and less than the BMW X-3 ($39,700) – a game breaker for some even in the luxury segment in these fickle car-buying times. At $38,025, Volvo is a formidable athlete in this heat with plenty of standard features including the aforementioned City Safety, SIRIUS satellite radio, HD Radio, Bluetooth and the Panorama moonroof.

When it comes to brass tacks, where Volvo XC60 find it’s edge is on overall safety conscious details in a respectable and stalwart product. While safety is usually a priority associated with ladies and families with young kids, it’s worth noting that buyers may want to consider the savings associated with avoiding minor accidents. Who wants to shell out extra cash for a fender bender? Back at the wheel we arrive at our lunch destination, before parting ways as I made my way back to San Francisco. Later under a spooky night sky, we set sail for part two of our Bay Area adventure – a boat ride to Alcatraz. Of course, we have to promise to write promising reviews, or get left behind on the Rock. Muahhh! Nah, not really. We’ve got California LOV for XC60.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 2 comments }

We arrived at the Cavallo Point in a postcard moment — sunny, near 60 degrees and a gentle deep, dark Pacific breeze — a reminder of the good ole days of car journalism getting prepped to launch the Volvo XC60 into orbit. Here we are at the picturesque Cavello, a hotel set on the former military base of Fort Baker. Brilliant. The military has long had an eye for the most scenic spots espoused by Mother Nature. Here the proximity to sea and civilization is also the best real estate around, and is now designated park turf. Here amid 45-acres of Golden Gate National Park, are former barracks and homes set in period, along with tasteful contemporary abodes. Cavallo Point is the hub for Institute at the Golden Gate, an environmental program of the nonprofit Golden Gate National Parks Conservancy in partnership with the National Park Service. Green touches are every where — no plastic bottles in the room, and green packaging everywhere.

This evening it felt like we were the set of cooking show (they have classes here). The chef used ingredients of the local variety — they grab greens from local farmer’s markets. (I asked). We dined on sampling of tasty offerings. My favorite was a variation of Pacific salmon slow-roasted at 200 degrees, set off with a bit of lemon, sea salt and pepper and garnished with fresh peppers served on a fancy lettuce wedge. The fennel and sage homemade potato chips were exquisite and I don’t even like chips! The lull of the sea calls me to sleep to prepare for a day of windy roads and sleek XC60 to pilot.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 1 comment }

January is a month of beginnings. And so we set forth in a 2009 Subaru Tribeca, bags packed, ready to fly to colder pastures. With the message of hope resonating, it feels like a time for togetherness — even here in New York City, generally a beacon for solos. And so it’s an appropriate time to examine moderately-priced family cars. The New York-centric named 2009 Subaru Tribeca is a good starting point for investigation. Automakers must have anticipated this era with the onslaught of compact utilities that are on the market. Okay, so maybe Obama’s presidency wasn’t their inspiration, but what’s resulted in the past two seasons is a lot of vehicles that look, behave and operate in very similar ways. (See Ford Edge and the rest of the gang). Yet, there are slight differentiators in ride, handling, features, cup holders and fuel economy that have left room for discussion, so let’s take it from there and focus on what makes Subaru distinct. Subaru claims their buyers tend to have a high level of education and like to seek out new experiences. Perhaps that’s why they named the CUV for the triangulated area of Manhattan between Broadway and the Hudson River south of Greenwich Village — certainly a hub for these aspirations.

In any case the dust has settled from the 2008 do-over redesign and the fuel frenzy, and Tribeca still seems to be looking for it’s niche. This isn’t to say it’s a bad ride. In fact, this practical grocery-getter is rather sturdy. The 2009 Tribeca comes standard with two rows, with a reclining second row that also slides 8 inches forward and back to stash more cargo or for a little extra legroom. With a nod to it’s rallying siblings, it also comes with standard all-wheel drive and a well-equipped 3.6 liter six cylinder, that blows 256 horsepower at 6,000 rpm and 247 lb-ft at 4,400 rpm. (Unfortunately this confident engine churns at a rate of 16 mpg in the city and 21 on the highway in these green days.) Or as Leftlane News puts it: The engine fitted to the Tribeca gains some muscle thanks to more displacement and is the most powerful naturally aspirated powerplant ever fitted by Subaru. Some find the brakes spongy — such as CarGuru.But we found the handling up to par as the Tribeca held it’s own in stop and go of real life Tribeca.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 2 comments }

Chrysler pulled a fast one on the auto industry, or at least a deft lane change by turning over a 35% stake to Fiat. We’ll be watching this partnership unfold. Somehow, we can’t help but think back on Chrysler’s other foreign touchstones — Mitsu, Lambo.. the list goes on. But in those situations, the big dog was on the other side of the fence, that was until Daimler Dachsund came around. This whole thing still might not fly, according to the Detroit Free Press, with the complicated loan issues at stake if Fiat becomes a big investor.

Yesterday Chrysler and Fiat announced a “strategic alliance” wherein Fiat would take a big stake, cost-free, in the American company. Bells rang, whistles blew, cheers went up—mainly from the Cerberus boardroom. That company happily is giving away 35% of Chrysler, which it bought (80%) for $7.4 billion from Daimler Benz less than two years ago. And everyone loves the deal.

But enough of high finance. Most of us hope the deal works out. Chrysler would gain access to a range of excellent FWD, low-emission small cars that, rebadged and rebodied, it could begin selling relatively quickly. The company would finally have access to the European and South American markets. It would get critical help rebuilding and, maybe, succeed in convincing the Feds to cough up the conditional $3 billion in March that it needs.

Fiat gets a heckuva deal. Mainly it gets access to the U.S. market, both for manufacturing and distribution. Check our buddies at Cargurus.com, who supplied this text, and get their twist on the matter.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 0 comments }

A few days ago, a four-month old child discovered the joy of newspaper. He took his tiny fingers with newly-acquired dexterity and clutched the paper with two hands. Then, in astonishment, he pulled and the paper began to tear in a profound Isaac Newton moment of physics. He was transfixed, and then he ate the paper. Perhaps the little one discovered the essence of Wishpaper, a design conceived by Daniel Young who asserts that chance of tearing paper allows for wishes and decisions made by completely natural chance. Take 100 sheets of invisibly fibrous paper in a 4′x 5′ pad that start tearing at a designated point. The bigger piece of paper wins in unbiased revelation. Wishpaper selects the chosen wishmaker, Decisionpaper is designated for daily business moves and Lovepaper for romantic crossroads. You can write on them, too. Here’s Young explanation, incorporating the design philosophy:

In my case, I was idly tearing newspaper, with no particular purpose, just finding it interesting how the paper tore perfectly straight one way and crooked the other. (So perhaps the proper category for this invention is pure mindless play with a material.) In any event, the uncontrollable tear reminded me of the uncontrollable or unpredictable behavior of material used for decision-making since ancient times. It was like pulling petals off a flower, throwing coins or dice or … breaking a wishbone. I cannot fully explain why I made this connection. Part of my attention must be on the alert for the operation of chance in life. Once that connection was made, the transfer of the bone-breaking to paper-tearing came to mind quickly. I realized that tearing a printed image of a wishbone would be functionally the same as breaking it. It would be a submission of the “question” to the unpredictable operation of a simple, unpredictable physical process. After that, it was only a question of finding the right paper, the right imagery, the right position and size for starting the tear and the right package.

I see the use of chance as a healthy balance to the relatively modern (and immature) idea that everything in life and the world can be subject to complete human control. It is healthy because it does not involve us in excessive and unbalanced attempts to control everything. The “acceptance” of imponderable or uncontrollable elements in life allows greater concentration on the essentials of life. In this respect (but without the theistic element) this design embodies the wise prayer of Reinhold Niebuhr, “God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
Just like a four-month old, discovering the next cool thing on the horizon.

Incidentally, Young also makes pragmatic Swiss navy greeting cards that cover every occasion, Mozaniac picture puzzles for four different moods, ultra light New Wave chess and checkers, BB Mystery magnets that balance yin, yang and inquisition to every fridge.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 0 comments }

There’s a reason our Christmas photo card this year shows us posing with my daughter behind the wheel of a John Deere tractor. And there’s a reason the ficus tree in our dining room was turned into a make-shift Christmas tree this holiday, dripping with miniature John Deere ornaments. There’s also a reason I have the tiniest of John Deere tractor replicas hanging from my key chain. And there’s a reason my husband and I spend most of our Saturday nights in the lawn care aisle of the neighborhood Lowes instead of on a “date night” like all the baby magazines say we should.

Yes, there’s a reason for all of this, I just can’t tell you what it is. Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. I can’t tell you because I truly don’t know the rationale behind my daughter’s obsession with all things John Deere, especially given the fact that like most suburbanites, we’re not working farmers as such. I have a suspicion, however, that it’s related to a couple of books on the subject that, very early on in her fray into the literary world, she migrated to like a Canadian goose flying south.

The first book, Farm Tractors by Andrew Morland started it all, I think. Its large, clear photographs of John Deeres, Masseys and Minneapolis-Molines in their natural environs would draw anyone in, much less a two-year-old born with a rural eye. Never mind that it’s not a kids’ book. Get over the fact that it’s written for adult farm implement aficionados (scary as that thought may be), and just enjoy the scenery for what it’s worth — a relaxing trip to the country for those of us counted among the land-locked. That’s what your kid will do.

Two other books prompting my daughter’s love affair with “JT” (as she’s affectionately come to call her toy tractors) are Johnny Tractor’s Fun Farm Day by Dena Neusner and Johnny Tractor and the Big Surprise by Judy Katschke. () Obviously, both are written specifically for kids whose blood runs green and yellow, but that doesn’t make them any less endearing, just a little more “cartoony.” Johnny Tractor’s Fun Farm Day is a board book with enough over-saturated color to amuse the tiniest of would-be farmers. Johnny Tractor and the Big Surprise has more of a “plot” (or at least as much as a book about tractors with huge blue eyes can have) and characters based on authentic pieces of John Deere equipment, (which has been useful in exposing my daughter to the real world of farming, should she chose such a career some day). The last page of the book also defines the difference between a tractor, gator and combine, bits of agricultural information that I must admit, I never knew.

A word of caution if you chose to “cultivate” this obsession with your little one — it may lead to more large-scale purchases such as the 12-volt battery-powered John Deere Turf Tractor with Trailer. Not exactly cheap at $269, we got ours for considerably less by buying it second-hand from a friend whose child had grown weary of plowing the same six-by-six-foot plot afforded her in her back yard. While it’s not equipped with an optional canopy or beverage holder like the life-size version at Lowes, I can’t wait for the first thaw for her to try it out outside. Not that she even necessarily needs for the thing to actually move. At this stage, she’s still content to just sit on it in the basement and imagine her own field of dreams. Like she’s fond of telling those customers in the Lowes tractor aisle, “Nothin’ runs like a Deere!”

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 0 comments }

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often, the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America: They will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn-out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the fainthearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated, but more often men and women obscure in their labor — who have carried us up the long, rugged path toward prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again, these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: Know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West: Know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation and the world; duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
advertisement

“Let it be told to the future world … that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive… that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested, we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back, nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.
Source: Whitehouse.gov

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 0 comments }

The Beast makes it’s maiden 1.7-mile journey from the Capitol to the White House on one of the most electrifying days in contemporary world history. Eight inches of armored glass, tear-gas cannons and Kevlar-reinforced tires keep our President Obama safe. For security reasons, most of the details remain confidential, but several years ago we had the chance to speak to GM about their bullet-proof technology, a business they’ve been steeped in for some time to keep people safe.

Here’s AutoBlog’s breakdown of the Beast:
One of the perks of being the Commander-in-Chief is getting to ride in the back of a presidential limousine. And while certain presidents have had hand-me-down chariots, President-Elect Barack Obama is set to get a brand-new, high-tech model.

Looking much like a standard Cadillac DTS stretched to the limits, Obama’s new ride is an altogether different beast, with the highest levels of protection, technology and luxury a presidential limo has ever seen. Described as “a rolling tank with windows,” word is that the limo is actually not a Cadillac, but rather something built on a medium-duty truck chassis.

Spy shooters have captured the limo testing alongside a pair of GMC Topkick pickups, and keen observers have noted that the wheels and rubber appear to be dimensionally identical to those found on the big trucks (the limo sports 19.5-inch Goodyear Regional RHS tires). Bystanders even contend that a the limo sounds like its sporting a diesel engine underhood.

The exterior is an amalgamation of various Cadillac bits, with Escalade headlights flanked by Caddy’s corporate grille and a set of taillights pulled from the STS. It’s doubtful that all this kit — and the massive fender flares — will find their way onto the model bound for the White House car port, but the ultra-thick doors should provide a presidential-sized barrier between POTUS and the outside world. The only question left is whether Obama’s code name (Renegade) will carry over when he moves into Pennsylvania Ave. on the 20th, or if it the Secret Service will change it to Caddyman.

Hit the jump to view a video of Obama’s new ride in action.

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 0 comments }

Our good friends Shepard and Amanda Fairey and their posse told us about their commitment to the Obama campaign this time last year when we visited them in their hometown in Los Feliz, California. Back then, Fairey’s iconic poster was just gaining attention from the underground swell of Obama supporters as it made its way to the mainstream. The “hope” message resonated and Shepard was chosen to create the official inaugural art. It’s no wonder — Shepard nailed the poster — a beautiful blend of reds, and blues, and grey shades offsetting the original photo, a message with a medium, thematically aligned with Shepard’s longtime approach to image modification in the name of art.

Shepard produced thousands of these posters and licensed the rights to Time and Esquire magazines. It’s a bit troubling to see the crude ripoff versions that CNN cameras continue to capture parading around the big lawn. Hello Intellectual Property! Oh well, that’s a sincere form of flattery — and in a recession, every hustler has an approach to creative capitalism.

Here’s a look back at the trajectory of a movement that’s grown over the past year: Coolhunting.
One of three original works created for the now-iconic poster that Shepard Fairey created in support of Obama is a mixed media stencil collage on a 4 x 6 foot cotton rag paper. Fairey donated this piece to Russell Simmons’s Art for Life Auction, with proceeds going toward a different good cause, the Rush Philanthropic Art Foundation. The foundation is dedicated to creating programs for children in arts education, sponsorship and mentorship.

The live bidding for the original work is open to the top bidders from the Internet auction and takes place 19 July 2008 during the benefit held at an exclusive event in East Hampton, NY and from the looks of it will the piece will auction for well upwards of $60,000.

The posters and the original are good propaganda for a good cause, all in the name of hope.

And Shepard’s explanation of the poster and subsequent inaugural art Colbert Report via Hypebeast:

(Source: Coolhunting)

Reblog this post [with Zemanta]
Related Posts with Thumbnails

Post to Twitter Post to Facebook

{ 0 comments }