Friday Donuts

Dear Members and Constituents, Have you ever shaved your tongue? You see how it could happen, right? You're in the shower, shaving. You have a razor in your hand. For whatever reason, you decide to gargle with water from the shower head. You spit-it-out and suddenly, you're in toothbrush mode. By the time you realize you’re not cleaning your tongue, you’ve shaved a piece off. Know what I'm talking about? Has this ever happened to you? Yeah, me neipher. As we begin a new cycle, can you imagine what would happen if I forgot to send calendar reminders for the next rotation? You can see how it could happen, right? Schedules get hectic, tongues get shaved, and before you know it, you have a donut-less angry mob at my door. Yeah, well it didn't. Steve Hibbard kicks-off the new rotation on the right foot with four dozen delicious LaMar's donuts. We have most sizes and textures (including lots of specialty) for those extra sensitive tongues that may (or may not) be o

Dear Members and Constituents, All good things must come to an end. Ships sink (think the Costa Concordia off the coast of Italy), Super Bowl hopes can go up in smoke with one humiliating defeat (just ask the Denver Broncos) and, if you trust the Maya, the world will end this year (either that or they ran out of room on their calendar). Free speech on the Internet will end if SOPA and PIPA proponents have their way (and you buy into all the detractors’ hype). U.S. Military presence in Iraq, Jon Huntsman's presidential aspirations, and even the longest meetings eventually come to an end. And so to it is with the Friday Donut Club (dramatic pause). After 14 months, our current rotation finally comes to an end today.  On this the final day of the 12 th rotation, Tammy Fernandez makes her debut. Four dozen delicious donuts which will inevitably vanish. Next week, I'll be sending-out your assignments for the 13 th rotation but for now come enjoy a donut before they're all

Dear Members and Constituents, Happy Friday the 13 th . On this lucky morning my head was immersed in the clouds as I started my drive to work. I was wondering what I might write when, wouldn’t you know it, up in front of me pulls-up a pick-up truck with license plate number 077-WJP. Kind of eerie if you’re superstitious. On this unlucky day, a car with your initials and two lucky numbers in a row must be some sort of omen. Of course, I don’t believe in superstition, however I do believe in an objective Reality (upper case “R”, if you will) which exists outside of my individual perception (e.g. if I jump off a cliff, gravity will make sure I fall and die, no matter how hard I try to fly). I also believe each of us lives in our own individual version of that reality (lower case “r”), a sub-set of the world we choose to focus upon based on our preferences and limitations (e.g. I might find the view from the edge of the cliff amazing, you might focus on your own exhaustion from the cl

Dear Members and Constituents, Happy New Year! A cheerful time for fresh starts and trying new things. The glass isn’t half-full, it’s full to the brim. This blissful optimism can lead to some rather unrealistic resolutions. Not that there is anything wrong with setting a high standard. Stretch goals are good, so long as they are also achievable, however… If your idea of exercise is a leisurely stroll around the block, don’t resolve to complete an Iron Man –might I suggest you start with a 5K run and work your way up from there.  If your daily reading is limited to e-mail, you might not want to expand to world literature by dusting-off Tolstoy’s War and Peace.  If you’re running for elected office, don’t resolve to win by a landslide –eight votes may be all it takes My guess is that if we all took this approach we might actually keep our resolutions this year (what a concept!). Personally, this year I’m resolving to: Listen more closely. Hopefully, by doing this I will inter