Saturday, July 19, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Modern Slavery: A Primer
This, however, is saddening--10% of the world's population are slaves, and the ones here in the US are doing the same thing slaves were doing two hundred years ago with manufacturing as an added burden.
Forgotten War
How the hell did we forget Afghanistan? The Taliban sheltered the man who sponsored and planned September Eleventh and we simply focus on Iraq. Could we just have shot over to Iraq just long enough to disable any possible weapons (we wouldn't have found any) and then go back to hunting for Bin Laden?
BBC NEWS | South Asia | US suffers heavy Afghan losses
Ack.
BBC NEWS | South Asia | US suffers heavy Afghan losses
Ack.
Friday, July 11, 2008
The Last Thing We Need...
Is more war. We can't handle a two-front, how could we do a three? Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan...
Holy shit.
I keep hearing rumors and concerns--it's all over the blogosphere and the news. And that makes me worry and ache and want to disbelieve all this crap. There is no way in hell we can pull a three front. We'll collapse, without out a doubt.
Holy shit.
I keep hearing rumors and concerns--it's all over the blogosphere and the news. And that makes me worry and ache and want to disbelieve all this crap. There is no way in hell we can pull a three front. We'll collapse, without out a doubt.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
An Open Letter to Smelly, Pretentious Poser Hippies
Dear Smelly Poser Hippies,
I can smell you across the counter. Even if I step back. I can tell you don't use deodorant either, and you smell like oil and dirt and unwashed hair and old food, not flowers. Your dreds look like you slathered them with Crisco before you left the house. The stains on your shirt are not attractive and holes generally mean it's time to buy a new one.
And then you prattle on about the art of espresso and how our machines make it inferiorly to your carpal tunnel-causing, tedious preferred method--really, do you think Starbucks would use a Verssimo machine if it wasn't just as good? Yeah, the art is gone, but it tastes just the same--possibly better because it's harder to fuck up.
And you're at a Starbucks for heaven's sake! If you really were a hard-working, mother-earth-loving, real hippie, you'd go to a local cafe, not the sprawling, transnational pillar of suburban society that we are.
But you come groveling to us for a caffeine fix, while complaining about how we don't make it strong enough and how the art is gone and how it's so much better in the Northwest because they make properly strong coffee and how if we really loved coffee, we'd go up there.
We work at Starbucks. We know what good coffee tastes like and we can make it here. Ask for a French press instead of looking like an ass in front of the baristas. Ask for more shots instead of pretend you know what you're talking about, because we know you don't.
Do you know why you think they make it better up there? It's a national myth, started because Starbucks came from there. No other reason, really.
So take yer cup of supposedly inferior coffee, go take a bath and become a real hippie someplace else.
Love,
Every Starbucks Barista That Has Ever Had To Put Up With You
I can smell you across the counter. Even if I step back. I can tell you don't use deodorant either, and you smell like oil and dirt and unwashed hair and old food, not flowers. Your dreds look like you slathered them with Crisco before you left the house. The stains on your shirt are not attractive and holes generally mean it's time to buy a new one.
And then you prattle on about the art of espresso and how our machines make it inferiorly to your carpal tunnel-causing, tedious preferred method--really, do you think Starbucks would use a Verssimo machine if it wasn't just as good? Yeah, the art is gone, but it tastes just the same--possibly better because it's harder to fuck up.
And you're at a Starbucks for heaven's sake! If you really were a hard-working, mother-earth-loving, real hippie, you'd go to a local cafe, not the sprawling, transnational pillar of suburban society that we are.
But you come groveling to us for a caffeine fix, while complaining about how we don't make it strong enough and how the art is gone and how it's so much better in the Northwest because they make properly strong coffee and how if we really loved coffee, we'd go up there.
We work at Starbucks. We know what good coffee tastes like and we can make it here. Ask for a French press instead of looking like an ass in front of the baristas. Ask for more shots instead of pretend you know what you're talking about, because we know you don't.
Do you know why you think they make it better up there? It's a national myth, started because Starbucks came from there. No other reason, really.
So take yer cup of supposedly inferior coffee, go take a bath and become a real hippie someplace else.
Love,
Every Starbucks Barista That Has Ever Had To Put Up With You
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Incredible Surrealist Painter
Andrew Brandou is probably my new favorite artist. His stuff is amazing--eerie, colorful and weirdly cute. It's like a mad Mexican Tim Burton broke into Disney's animation studios in the 50s.
Here's a couple of my favorites from the gallery sections called "Everyone's Happier Now That You're Gone":
Here's a couple of my favorites from the gallery sections called "Everyone's Happier Now That You're Gone":
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