Lots of stuff on my mind lately, much of which has made it into my personal journal, but not the online version. My personal journal is cool. It’s in Filemaker, as is so much of the rest of my life. Filemaker makes me happy. OS X-native Filemaker makes me even happier…
Poor Rainbow Grocery. They’re losing customers left and right over the decision by several departments (everything there is, after all, a collective) to boycott Israeli products. While recognizing that there is, ummm, room for improvement on all sides in the Middle East, they wanted to show their support for the “most oppressed” group. And it apparently hurts them deeply that so many people are so upset about their decision…
Not me. I don’t shop there in the first place…
This letter to the editor says it all:
What a great idea for certain departments of Rainbow Grocery to make up shoppers’ minds for us and exile Israeli-made products to the wilderness. Surely their logical next step will be to banish matrioshkas and black caviar, to demonstrate our pique at Russia’s war in Chechnya. Of course, if they do that they would also need to expel their Jasmine tea and bamboo shoots to protest China’s repression in Tibet. But why stop there?
Lest they send the mistaken impression that they support India’s actions in Kashmir, the store’s nan and curry should be cast out. And they should have no problem evicting Egyptian hummus and babaganoush to show their solidarity with Cairo’s imprisoned gays and lesbians. Don’t forget a boycott of U.S. goods while they’re at it, because that would break the back of American-Zionist imperialism and bring about the second coming of Che Guevara.
After Rainbow Grocery is through, it will be the most morally pure shop in the world, offering items exclusively from Norway, Sweden and Iceland. Bon appetit!
Speaking of people who don’t quite understand that free speech is not without price or consequence, how about this group of Petaluma high school students who were told in advance that they’d be suspended for participating in a walk-out? Imagine their surprise when, after participating, they were suspended? Who saw that coming? It was, like, so totally unfair. Really. Uh huh…
OK, so living in San Francisco is making me more and more bitter and reactionary by the day. You should have seen me this afternoon when I got home from work and found myself spending 45 minutes looking for a parking space…
Ah, I remember her well and had been wondering recently what she was up to. For the record, this is quite possibly the most unpleasant person I’ve ever met — anywhere –and on two occasions, I had the pleasure of kicking her out of a retail establishment I was managing for being loud and abusive to me and to my co-workers. She finally hit the road when I picked up the phone to call the police…
When she threatened to sue me at one point, I informed her that nothing would make me happier than to collect my full salary for sitting in a courtroom watching her make an ass of herself…
It’s because of people like “Patty Sue” that I sometimes regret not believing there’s such a place as hell. Either way, I get to fantasize about her eventually dying homeless and penniless and even more miserable than she’s made everyone who’s ever come in contact with her…
Pictured above is my cool new yellow thing, an exciting Stockton thrift store find, as promised. It’s next to my two (as of Saturday) 1962 Seattle Worlds Fair glasses. I didn’t even know they came in a set when I found the first one in the same thrift store about four years ago…
The house is a little quieter since Mom left, but the kitchen still smells a little like liver pudding. That’s nice. And I’ve sort of cheated by adding new pictures to an old journal entry…
Let me be among the first to congratulate Sarah upon completing her MBA. You rock!
Must. Answer. Email.
I need to be working on my mom’s Christmas present. I’m not doing so…
Why is it that the workdays when I’ve had only minimal sleep always turn out to be the most physically (and mentally) demanding ones? Oh well. At least I got a free lunch of barbecued pork, collard greens, and cornbread at Memphis Minnie’s. I’ll be lapsing into a coma now…
Mellow Sunday morning, watching the rain, listening to “A Charlie Brown Christmas” (the album, not the TV special), and finishing up the decorating that Mark started last week. And I’m pondering how much I love my boy and how glad I am we’re spending our second Christmas together by spending out first one in the same city and the same house…
Yeah, it’s nauseating, I know. But I’m feeling more mushy than usual this week. Mom’s Christmas present is looking to be absolutely sentimental even…
Most of the Christmas shopping is done now, which is pretty amazing since I just started it last night. I am so bloody tired I can hardly move, but not from the shopping. It’s just been a tough week all around…
But last night I got to attend my first company Christmas party as a spouse. Who knew that marriage had all these extra benefits — like free booze?