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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Dear members and constituents
There's something about the number seven which gives it a certain aura, prestige… some might go as far as to attribute it a lucky status. Since antiquity it has conveyed a special significance. The seven days of creation, seven wonders of the world, seven hills of Rome and Constantinople and the seven circles of hell in Dante’s inferno. Today, this number is prominent in our everyday lives. We find it at the movies –the seven samurai (aka the Magnificent Seven), double-o-seven (James Bond) and seven of nine (Star Trek Voyager). It’s found in commerce (7-UP, Seagram’s 7, seven jeans, 7-11), religion (seven sins, virtues, chakras) and all around us. There are seven days in a week, notes on the musical scale, colors in the rainbow. There are Seven seas, heads in a hydra and holes in a lucky horseshoe.
If you think about it, this fact is particularly curious, given we don't have seven of anything in our body (think, fingers, limbs, eyes…). Perhaps it's because earth is the seventh planet from the sun (after Mercury, Venus, Apollo, Hermes, Minerva and Uranus… ). Perhaps it’s something to do with the alien species that populated earth in Battle Star Galactica. Then again, perhaps it’s a mystery better left for another day. Whatever the case, today is the seven year anniversary of the Friday Donut Club and Andrea Pierantozzi (donut girl) delights us with seven dozen Krispy Kreme donuts (psyche! It’s actually just five). So come on down, just be sure to abide by the seven mile an hour speed limit. Happy Friday!
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!
For this holiday, I decided to take advantage of the
ridiculously cheap travel airlines afford parents of employees who choose to
fly standby (i.e. yours truly). The way I saw it, this is low season for
International travel, so flying to Ecuador would not be an issue. I would fly
to Houston on Monday’s first flight out, spend the day working from the airport
and travel to Ecuador at 6:30 PM. As for the Thanksgiving rush on the domestic
leg, even if it was tight, people always oversleep and miss early trips.
Besides, I can always catch the next flight. Right? I woke at 3 AM, and after a
nice breakfast at the airport made my way to the gate. 5:39 AM flight sold-out
and I was 11th on the standby list. 7:53 AM full, 7th on standby. 10:03 AM
full, 13th on standby. 12:30 PM full, 9th on standby. 2:05 PM, the last
possible flight if I’m to make my connection, full and I’m 11th on standby. I
explain my situation to the kind lady and ask if there is any way to pay more
to move-up on t…
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!