Friday Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents, Amidst a whirlwind of activity, the siren call of business jargon lures unsuspecting white-collar workers to the treacherous waters of meaningless babble. Scholars shudder helplessly as “the ask” and “the learning” morph from verbs to nouns thrown about while “doing” lunch. We scavenge for low-hanging fruit whilst managing expectations because we were unable to take it to the next level. Dizzy yet? If not, let me talk around the issue and circle back to my main point: I may find myself talking in circles, but I prefer to talk about one circle in particular. Whether glazed or filled with jelly, the circle in question always livens my Fridays. You know the one. After years of ruthless re-prioritization to extract synergies, the Friday donut core team has met the street's expectations and stayed above the line. So, get your ducks in a row, put those pending issues on the parking lot and tell the world you’re out-of-pocket while you grab some coffee and a

Dear Members and Constituents, It appears I’m not as cool of a dad as I thought: I’ve been “unfriended’ by my kids. My hunch was confirmed this week when I was unable to find my eighteen year old son amongst my “friends” to post warm birthday wishes to his page. As it turns-out my sweet sixteen year old daughter is also absent. I must admit I had a hunch. Something had felt off for a while. My son’s brash comments and daughter’s quirky remarks had, after all, been missing from my “news feeds”… it simply had not yet clicked. While I can certainly understand their perceived need for independence and privacy, now that it’s official, I must admit to feeling a bit hurt , a little betrayed and a sense of loss. I thought I was doing all the right things. I don’t let apps post things on my behalf, I don’t blabber-on about frivolous or mundane tasks and I avoid posting embarrassing messages to my kids’ pages (which in this case meant I was completely abstaining from posting, after all, at that

Dear members and constituents, This week it's been harder than usual to keep-up with world events. You see, my tolerance for public radio fund drives is very low. Despite this, I was able to sneak in a bit of world news: It appears after 30 years in power Egyptian president Hosni Mubarak is finally out of office. While unofficial this may well have been the world's longest running pyramid scheme. Egypt… Pyramids… get it? All right, that's all I got for you today. Fortunately Stacy Jackson our donut girl has better delivery. She delights us today with four dozen delicious donuts. Might I recommend you drop-by quickly, before the dry Colorado air begins the natural mummification process. Happy Friday!

Dear Members and Constituents, What goes around comes around. It’s a basic concept embedded in many schools of thought. Whether it be an observation of nature (Newton’s third law), a cosmic force (Karma), a permission to retaliate (the code of Hammurabi or the mosaic law’s “eye for an eye”) or a behavioral guideline (the golden rule), actions have consequences. While this is a very serious matter, it sometimes manifests itself in rather humorous ways. Enter this week’s anecdote. Tuesday, snow day, my two youngest boys are pulling each other around the house in a plastic sleigh –dragging their foreheads on the carpet as they go from room to room. The resulting rug burns and the way they came about were rather comical so, of course, after advising them not to do this again I took it upon myself to tease them. Wednesday, work-at-home-because-it’s-freezing day, the alarm rings and I roll out of bed (literally), forehead crashing into the corner of my nightstand. Voilá a third matching fore