BUT charge me regular price—I don’t want to pay for that whole crew!
AND (if you ever get around to actually opening the hood and getting at the engine), use a PIG® Form-A-Funnel® Flexible Draining Tool so no oil drips onto my car frame and from there onto my driveway.
Still … nice job, guys!
P.S. All the Form-A-Funnel® info you need is here.
It’s encouraging that the Gulf Spill seems to have been stopped … and that there may be less environmental harm than earlier feared … but it’s sobering to remember the lives lost in the original explosion and the tremendous economic and psychological damage suffered in the region. I ache for the people, the families, the communities.
New Pig played a role in the cleanup as a supplier of absorbent booms, and in behind-the-scenes ways cooperating with other suppliers. It’s nice to have helped even in a small way, but it’s hard to process the enormity of the events.
Can there be a moment of silence in a blog post? I’m trying to create that with the white space below.
And I thought: “Are those Transformer Bags?” Full proper name: PIG® Transformer Containment Bag—one of our newer products, made for safe handling and transport of electrical transformers.
Who knew those things are filled with mineral oil that acts as coolant? (also known as transformer oil, I’ve learned). Next time you see a transformer hanging on an electrical pole, you’re looking at something a lot like a drum of oil. When they need repairing or replacement, these bags of ours come in handy: to say they’re strong and have absorbent capacity is an understatement.
Anyway, on the door of this truck that I was passing was the name of a local landscaping supply company. So instead of transformers, these bags must have held mulch or gravel or something.
A notable topic in many meetings around here lately is our friend aluminum. I’ll explain why another time.
For now, I just want to note that it wasn’t all that long ago that I found out that most of the world outside of the U.S. spells and says aluminium ( the extra letter “I” makes it al-yoo-MIN-ee-um). It never fails to amuse me.
“You’re saying it wrong!”
“No, YOU’RE saying it wrong!”
Terms matter when offering products to particular audiences. It was a pretty big deal around here years ago when we switched from saying “sheets” to “pads” when referring to pieces of Mat in stacks (ahem, bales) like you see below, because we learned that “pads” made more sense to more customers for theseproducts.
For the same reason, there was a point when we switched from “wipes” to “wipers” when referring to these thingies:
But recently when I mentioned to a friend outside of work that we sell Wipers, he was momentarily confused because he thought I meant these.
As awful as the Gulf Spill is, I just read an article that’s a good reminder of everyday ways that oil and gas reach the oceans in even greater amounts than the current disaster involves. The figures are stunning:
Estimates of the Gulf Spill: 83 - 156 million gallons
Estimated annual amount spilled worldwide from routine causes: 400 million gallons
Estimated annual amount entering the ocean from natural seepage: 180 million gallons
The article mentions that routine discharges behind these estimates include oil drips from vehicles, gasoline spills at gas stations, recreational boating, commercial ships and tankers, and oil production.
For decades, we at New Pig have been helping workplaces control oil and other liquids that leak, drip, spill or spray — not only to keep floors safer but to keep liquids from reaching drains that may eventually flow to the seas.
Then I happened to wonder about any connections between pigs and Mark Twain. I asked my buddy Google about that and was pointed to this quotation: (It’s a good one, but I gather in various sites that it’s not necessarily from Mark Twain):
Never try to teach a pig to sing. It wastes time and annoys the pig.
Hey, we’ve all been there, right?
Anyway, I also read that Twain based the character of the noble Jim in “Huckleberry Finn” on a pig farmer—yes, a farmer of pigs— named John T. Lewis. Here, I found a picture of the two men (no pigs in sight, but a man does need to knock off work now and then):
Here’s a quote from Twain about Lewis: “I have not known an honester man nor a more respect-worthy one.”
I’m sure that Lewis treated his pigs well through to their appointed ends. Mortality in the hands of an immortal.
Hm, I could use the previous sentence as a segue to mention New Pig’s forever guarantee. But no, that would just be ham-handed.