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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Turn and Face the Donuts
I’ve been thinking about changes this week. The thought
evolved from an earworm planted by the news of David Bowie’s passing (turn and
face the strange) and has grown to a broader contemplation. This time of year,
change abounds. Take New Year’s resolutions. That obstinate desire to change.
By now most of you have identified some thing or other you wish to change in
the new year -and perhaps have already changed your mind about going through
with it. Personally, I’ve been going through some career change. Of course, the
more things change, the more they stay the same. Take the Football Rams (no,
really, take them, they haven’t had a winning season since 2003). They’re going
back to Los Angeles. Also, as many of you know, I’m into donuts on Friday. So,
I decided this morning to go to Holy Donuts (a hole-in-the-wall shop whose
slogan is “man does not live by bread alone”) and procured a dozen of these
tasty treats which are sitting near my desk. Come grab one and celebrate this
long weekend’s eve with me. 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!