Part of the magic that makes life so sweet is contained inside the circular pastries we lovingly refer to as donuts. The Friday Donut Club was founded in June of 2004 and is made-up of a rotation of folks who bring donuts in every Friday. We have three simple rules: (1) four dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog captures the e-mails sent to club members every Friday morning to remind them donuts are here. Have a happy Friday!
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Another Friday, Another 3 Dozen Donuts
[Posted by Ed Stocker, JP is mysteriously absent]
JP appears to be unavailable this morning, so I will help him to spread the good words. Donuts are here.
I’m trying to maximize the time I spend with friends and
family while in Ecuador. My dad had nine siblings, my wife’s dad 15. As you
might imagine, my cousins and their families are fairly numerous (despite the
fact five of my dad’s brothers didn’t marry or have children). Then there’s my
wife’s family and my childhood friends. Needless to say, there is never enough
time to see everyone, despite a valiant effort. Of course, I’m also working
from “home”. Corny as it may sound, working half a world away, I realize I miss
my Windstream “family” and I look forward to seeing you soon. In the meantime,
there are donuts, here today courtesy of John Huddleston. So, enjoy some
comfort food with regards from my Cuenca family (pictured) to you!
As a whiteperson of color, I’ve always been somewhat irked
by the compulsion to categorize people into neat boxes. Most people don’t fit
neatly into boxes. When given a choice between “white” or “Hispanic” (check
one), I realized these boxes provide a false choice. Why does the
government care what category I opt into? The way I see it, these questions on
so many forms probably don’t cause division and social injustice, but they do
keep the conversation going. I propose a write-in campaign (similar to elections).
Most of these forms now contain an “Other” field where you can write-in your
ethnic or racial background. What if we all wrote-in “Transracial”. If one or
two of us do it, no big deal. If it catches-on, maybe someone will take notice
and report on how silly this categorization variable is. Speaking of boxes, a
dozen donut box is sitting in its usual spot, so come get your transracial self some sugar!
This week marked the completion of CenturyLink’s acquisition
of Level 3. This transaction combines my most recent former employers
accounting for 17 years of my career. It gives Level 3 the opportunity to rid
itself of the brackets in its logo (the universal symbol for negative financial
results) and CenturyLink the opportunity to rid itself of Glen Post. As
the two companies work to integrate, they will have several considerations to
make. A name. If recent history is
any indication, the name will likely be CenturyLink. Still, we in the
peanut gallery like to contemplate the possibilities. Since a century is
100 years, why not combine the numbers in both companies’ names. How about
we call the company 300 (100 x 3) --a valiant, yet doomed group of people.Integration. Having unofficially
coined the terms red and blue network when executives said we have to stop
using the terms Level 3 and Global Crossing networks, I feel like the