Tuesday, September 30, 2014

I'm a Samurette and that's better yet

Whilst your humble hostess remains a slave to myriad professional obligations, she invites you to enjoy more than four and a half minutes of important cultural footage. She implores you to view this offering in its entirety in order to enjoy delights such as an XKE cameo, a karate dog and a nearly pornographic image near the 4:10 mark.

Forever yours, H.H.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Phone cam round-up

Chad hath delivered unto us an abomination

Neither do i

I'd take fried guts over cappuccino chips any day ... or not

Dunno, Goat, looks like a pretty tight fit

What's to add? Jackie sez it all

So ... what happened? That rascal just run away from you?

Inscrutable directions for an inscrutable device

First read: Pens Ket Ruck Rental. Sorry, Roger

Guess they don't sell dog beds

Thanks for the heads-up

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Saturday, September 20, 2014

Dear anti-living wage bunch,

I have seen your posts on social media.

They often depict a clerk or service provider as stupid, unable to make change, misspelling something obvious or just as a lazy ne'er do well. Then comes the clich├ęd and unfunny punch line: THIS PERSON WANTS $11 AN HOUR! Bloated indignation in the comment section ensues.

So you're against a living wage. Okay, fine. While I think you're wrong, this post isn't about the politics of the issue. It's about your rudeness. It's about you casting an entire class of hard working people as idiots.

Including my kid.

My then-16-year-old worked for a year for pennies over the minimum wage at a fast food complex near a major highway. Before she left the job on account of being out of town most of the summer, she waded through her share of experience.

Let's start with driving the Mini (standard transmission) through harrowing snow storms to get to her job on time, a particularly challenging task on account of some of the hills around here. The parking lot designated for workers at her place of employment was almost never plowed, so upon leaving, she'd have to enlist the help of her coworkers to dig/push her out while you were on your third Budweiser, belching in front of a Duck Dynasty rerun (Gee ... I probably shouldn't generalize like that, huh?)

I often told her that her job was more important than people understood.

"People are out on the road in a storm," I'd say. "They're stressed out by the weather. Maybe they're trying to get home. Maybe they're going to work. Maybe they've been on the road for hours and have hours more to go.

"When they come in and you serve up a smile and a steaming cup of coffee, it gives them an instant lift and sense of relief. They can recharge, take a few minutes and relax before they go back out in the weather," I told her. "What you do is important."

Every word of that is true and you know it.

Last winter was brutal. It seemed the kid had to work every time we got pounded with a blizzard. Not one word of complaint came out of her mouth. She'd often get home at 10 or 11 p.m. knowing full well she had to get up at 6 a.m. to get herself to school and two other kids who depended on her for a ride.

Then of course, there were the customers. Some were decent. Some were indifferent. Some were awful. Which one were you? The kid gave her best to all of them.

To that end, she has a standing invitation to return to that job.

Here's an idea: Maybe you can find a cartoon of a bunch of minimum wage workers digging each other out of a snow drift. Or dealing calmly with irrational screaming customers. Or cleaning tables, floors and equipment in between rushes. Because the inaccurate and insulting depictions you are posting say more about you than they'll ever say about the millions of hard working people you take for granted.

As for my kid being unworthy of $11 an hour, she's worth twice that and then some.

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

The 216 renaissance unfurls

Photo that does not require a caption

I had a ball penning this article for this week's Fresh Water.  I invite all of my Clevo buddies to give it a look, as well as you unenlightened souls from across the nation.

Writing this one, which summarizes the most exciting projects in the area, I felt an unmistakable energy bubbling. Something is afoot. It's our time to take the spotlight and the powers that be know it.

So, as a Marcel Breuer "brutalist" building (once slated for the wrecking ball) is transforming into an upscale urban entertainment complex, it became obvious that the associated residents would need a grocery store. Why not put it in the adjacent classical style bank rotunda that lay fallow for years (image of both here)?

We can do that.

A few of the other projects in the article: They're turning a failing urban mall into gym. A new skate park is under construction in the Flats, a pedestrian drawbridge is moving closer to fruition in Northcoast Harbor and 1000-seat beer garden is sent to open next month.


So take a peak at the article and as Rachel Maddow says, watch this space.

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