Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!
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Our building remodeling project has delivered a new
“feature”: the parking garage elevator button configuration. Seated deep within
a hole, it reminds me of the Flash Gordon rite
of initiation into manhood. You know, that hollow log where young men must
choose a hole to put their hand into (and hope the green slug wood beast
doesn’t sting their hand). Even though I know this test does not involve the
potential for a maddening death, there is some primal fear that gives me some
pause every time I have to push the dreaded button. In a way, it makes sense.
In nature, you don’t want to put your hand into the den of a burrowing
creature. Whether it be a bear or a badger; a snake, a spider or a scorpion,
the resulting encounter is unlikely to go well for you. So we are
conditioned to be weary. I wonder if the design is intentional. Personally, I
think they should make this a permanent fixture –and build on it with some
additional sensory feedback. Perhaps some dangling nylon strings between you
and the button so something rubs against your hand while attempting to find the
knob. A minor electric shock when you push the switch? A motion-activated honey
badger growl?? So many possibilities come to mind. Fortunately, donuts don’t
come in long narrow tubes, so grabbing one is a lot less stressful. There are a
dozen Holy Donuts here ready to be consumed, so come reward yourself for
braving the elevator call. You’ve earned it!
By the way, if you’re looking for some adventure, I am
looking for four brave volunteers who are willing to bring a dozen donuts into
the office. Let me know if you are up to the challenge.
Friends, My predawn attempts to watch the planetary alignment have thus far been met with cloudy skies. The weather forecast through the end of the cosmic event suggests I shall not witness it. And yet, my futile attempts have been rewarded in other ways. The chorus of birds, frogs and insects singing in anticipation of the sun’s glorious rising complement the river’s steady churning. The crisp, fresh air in a desolate town whose citizens are still bidding Morpheus “adieu” caresses my skin while the sweet aroma of petrichor fills my lounges. Deep shadows of centenarian eucalyptus trees slowly recede and give way to the imperceptible progress of the brightening skies. Sure, witnessing those tiny bright spots lined-up in the sky would be pretty cool —like sprinkles on a donut. Speaking of donuts, if you’re ever in Cuenca around the feast of Corpus Christi (which ended yesterday) you need to try the Huevos Chilenos (Chilean Eggs) —think of them as less sweet donut holes. And, if like me t
Dear Members and Constituents,
In trying to figure-out Wednesday’s cool-looking Google Doodle ( Jorge Luis Borges’ 112 th birthday ), I stumbled across a list of Google Doodles you’ll never see. This, and a Rockies game later that day, were sufficient inspiration to get my head spinning around what other doodles Google might never noodle? I’m sure you’ll probably have a few ideas of your own, but I was able to come-up with a couple. How about a former Colorado Rockies player whose unfortunate encounter with a moth put him in the news this week? The Matt Holliday doodle might look something like this… Another item which, surprisingly enough, has not been made into a doodle are donuts. Although I was slightly taken aback to find this delicious pastry has not been featured, after the initial disappointment, I decided to take matters into my own hands and take a stab at one (perhaps Google can use it next year for national donut day )… or to celebrate Greek police having “ blown a ho
Friends, I believe going anywhere in the world (so long as you abide by the local laws) should be a human right. People should be allowed to wander freely (or vote with their feet whenever a government alienates them). In this, I fully support Doctors Without Borders’ decision to no longer accept funding from the EU due to their immigration policies. Good for them! That said borders can be useful. Take, for instance national sports teams. If there were no borders, events like the summer and winter Olympiads would not exist. Closer to home, those of you who follow soccer are probably tuning-in to the hundredth edition of Copa America , currently under way. Last night the quarter final opener featured both of the teams for which I've been rooting. Who do you cheer for when you know only one of your teams will advance? You can't root for both or you risk becoming a dispassionate observer, so, you either pick one or choose to narrate the game in English (i.e. no 100 MPH narra