Tuesday, September 3, 2019
Spineless prickly pear cactus
I wanted to replicate the cactus garden that I planted at my parent's previous house. I saw them while walking to an aquarium shop on Santa Fe Drive from Hampden nearly to Mississippi. And when I look back at that I must think, man, I sure did walk a lot.
No wonder my shoes wore out all the time.
I followed the railroad tracks as you do striding rail to rail. But now that would be impossible. The whole thing is remade for light rail and the regular rail traffic along side is much heavier. It's all fenced in. I don't think it's possible to walk along anymore, certainly not easy without police intervention. I don't know. Maybe it is easy. I haven't tried since then and it's changed a lot.
There were cactus all over the place. Wild stuff. Growing very poorly in the ballast between RR ties. Constantly being rattled and shredded wherever it grew too tall. Very poor specimens. Different types. My mind was filled with wonder.
And, ew, son of a bee hive whenever they stuck. And that happened often, whenever they're touched. Not the large thorns, rather, the hair-like spikes all around them. Nearly impossible to pick out. And so many! They really don't like to be touched. Woe to the creature that bites them.
I returned with a box and a few garden tools and the heaviest gloves I could find and I still got stuck digging them out. Their roots were the most pathetic things that I ever saw on a plant. I was doubtful the transplant would work.
I replanted them in the front of the house. They grew very well once replanted and tended. And this from a high school boy who didn't know what he was doing. Within a few seasons I realized they would get a lot more sun in the back so I transplanted them. They took to their new digs immediately. Very responsive plants with just a tiny bit of care. The brick wall behind them radiated heat onto them. I gave them Miracle grow. That was it. And, man, did they ever grow. To my surprise they produced the loveliest pure yellow flowers that lasted a long time. Then at each spot where a flower grew, an incipient useless fruit or a new cactus grew. Each ear had multiple new bumps. The cactus garden was amazing. Immediate results.
If you're a dope about plants then I recommend cactus. It's nearly impossible to go wrong.
I looked under "Colorado cactus" and found photos of the same type that matched the kind that I found on the RR tracks, then with the name I found them on Amazon and on eBay.
But there are also quite a lot of other types too.
It took a very long time to decide on the spineless type. Come on. No spines. They must be kidding. What kind of cactus is that? When you're looking for cactus then you're you're looking for trouble. I just couldn't accept cactus without spines. That removes all the hazard. It was a mental block. Cactus must have spines. Or it's something else, something non-cactus. Spines are the defining thing about cactus.
The original ones did not produce fruit that you can eat although they did produce fruit-like bumps that were not ears. These spineless type have red fruit that you can eat and yellow flowers and spineless Mickey Mouse ears. They're like a beautiful cat that's been de-clawed. A beautiful dog de-fanged. A gelding, a capon, a thing that should be able to deliver pain but cannot. I'm still not certain that I like them. They're eunuchs. Maybe they'll, uh, grow on me.
They're a lot bigger than the original type that I found on the RR tracks.
No wonder my shoes wore out all the time.
I followed the railroad tracks as you do striding rail to rail. But now that would be impossible. The whole thing is remade for light rail and the regular rail traffic along side is much heavier. It's all fenced in. I don't think it's possible to walk along anymore, certainly not easy without police intervention. I don't know. Maybe it is easy. I haven't tried since then and it's changed a lot.
There were cactus all over the place. Wild stuff. Growing very poorly in the ballast between RR ties. Constantly being rattled and shredded wherever it grew too tall. Very poor specimens. Different types. My mind was filled with wonder.
And, ew, son of a bee hive whenever they stuck. And that happened often, whenever they're touched. Not the large thorns, rather, the hair-like spikes all around them. Nearly impossible to pick out. And so many! They really don't like to be touched. Woe to the creature that bites them.
I returned with a box and a few garden tools and the heaviest gloves I could find and I still got stuck digging them out. Their roots were the most pathetic things that I ever saw on a plant. I was doubtful the transplant would work.
I replanted them in the front of the house. They grew very well once replanted and tended. And this from a high school boy who didn't know what he was doing. Within a few seasons I realized they would get a lot more sun in the back so I transplanted them. They took to their new digs immediately. Very responsive plants with just a tiny bit of care. The brick wall behind them radiated heat onto them. I gave them Miracle grow. That was it. And, man, did they ever grow. To my surprise they produced the loveliest pure yellow flowers that lasted a long time. Then at each spot where a flower grew, an incipient useless fruit or a new cactus grew. Each ear had multiple new bumps. The cactus garden was amazing. Immediate results.
If you're a dope about plants then I recommend cactus. It's nearly impossible to go wrong.
I looked under "Colorado cactus" and found photos of the same type that matched the kind that I found on the RR tracks, then with the name I found them on Amazon and on eBay.
But there are also quite a lot of other types too.
It took a very long time to decide on the spineless type. Come on. No spines. They must be kidding. What kind of cactus is that? When you're looking for cactus then you're you're looking for trouble. I just couldn't accept cactus without spines. That removes all the hazard. It was a mental block. Cactus must have spines. Or it's something else, something non-cactus. Spines are the defining thing about cactus.
The original ones did not produce fruit that you can eat although they did produce fruit-like bumps that were not ears. These spineless type have red fruit that you can eat and yellow flowers and spineless Mickey Mouse ears. They're like a beautiful cat that's been de-clawed. A beautiful dog de-fanged. A gelding, a capon, a thing that should be able to deliver pain but cannot. I'm still not certain that I like them. They're eunuchs. Maybe they'll, uh, grow on me.
They're a lot bigger than the original type that I found on the RR tracks.
The 3 that I bought through eBay ↑.
Their flowers.
Their fruit.
I haven't a clue what to do with this fruit. I've never eaten one, that I know of. I'm not even sure mine will grow them. They're full-sun loving things and mine will get only partial sun.
Patio plants
A bee!
That's the first one I've seen all year.
My little garden is fabulous. Everyone says that. And I love it so. But it's actually doing poorly.
It's all from seeds. Every bit of it.
Except for the bits that aren't.
Like caladiums and oxalis triangularis. Those two things are not actual seeds. But they do start from those little rhizome things.
The seeds came from Rare Seeds, mostly. So everything is a bit odd. Because their catalog fascinates me. And the patio doesn't get nearly enough direct sun for a vegetable garden.
The things that thrived best are chile peppers of various types. Everything else grows out of the pots sideways to reach over other pots for more light. The plants are climbing all over each other and they can never produce to their maximum. There is simply not enough direct sun.
And no insects.
There are three high-producing Italian zucchini plants that each flower like crazy and grow sideways for sun, but no insects to pollinate the flowers so they all bloom continuously but no zucchinis. Same with cucumbers and melons.
I'll get a few tiny tomatoes where it should be hundreds.
A few small cucumbers where it should be dozens.
A few beans where it should be thousands.
Several peppers where it should be a million.
Even so, there is so much foliage, vines and various flowers growing all over each other that it hardly matters. It's fun watching them grow. It's fun watching them try.
If I was really serious about this then I'd change apartment to one that gets more light. I have balcony-envy. I see which ones get sun most of the day.
Or buy an urban plot. And that means visiting it everyday.
That I don't do those things means that I'm not really serious. It's all just a game.
Emmy: Ronco pasta maker
Everyone knows that pasta is made with semolina. I wonder why cooks don't say in their cookbooks. Even Mario Batali instructs his readers to use white flour. As does Ron Popeil in his demonstration.
If you add, say, 20% semolina then your pasta will be 20% sturdier. Semolina is also good to add to pizza dough for the same reason.
Obviously your pasta cannot not be al dente unless you allow it to dry and harden. In Italy that's a rather involved process through incrementally diminishing humidity. Or else the pasta breaks. If you just let it dry out in Denver then the noodles shrink too quickly and break.
And if you don't let it dry out to 100% then it grows fuzzy mold when it's stored.
When you use all purpose flour and roll it out, when it's cooked then your noodles are amusingly bouncy. Boing, boing, boing, all over the place. It's fun.
But they are not bouncy when they're rolled and cut with machine that you clamp to a table. Amazon [pasta machine].
If you add, say, 20% semolina then your pasta will be 20% sturdier. Semolina is also good to add to pizza dough for the same reason.
Obviously your pasta cannot not be al dente unless you allow it to dry and harden. In Italy that's a rather involved process through incrementally diminishing humidity. Or else the pasta breaks. If you just let it dry out in Denver then the noodles shrink too quickly and break.
And if you don't let it dry out to 100% then it grows fuzzy mold when it's stored.
When you use all purpose flour and roll it out, when it's cooked then your noodles are amusingly bouncy. Boing, boing, boing, all over the place. It's fun.
But they are not bouncy when they're rolled and cut with machine that you clamp to a table. Amazon [pasta machine].
Monday, September 2, 2019
Any other
Sometimes word combinations in ASL go together well as if made for each other, and other times they're weird.
[If I said that sentence in sign the two instances of "other" would be shown differently.]
Any other is such a word combination. They go together weirdly but well. They're nearly the same "thumb" thing reversed. [There's that word "other" again.]
A fist with the thumb sticking up is the sign for "10"
For the word "any" the thumb starts out pointing outward, the whole wrist forms a "c" in the air to end up with the thumb pointing the opposite direction inward.
Any. (They don't like it when I copy their vids)
Another woman does "any" more broadly, more dramatically. She starts with thumb upward as with "10" and pull it down her entire torso for the thumb to point inward.
The sign for "other" is the same thing except the thumb starts pointing upward with "10" and simply flicks outward. So at first sight you think "10" then quickly accept it as "other."
The same second woman does this "other" more dramatically too. She begins with the thumb pointing inward and broadly flips the thumb outward. There is an "other thing over there" aspect to it.
So the two put together, is the thumb starting pointing outward and broadly flipped inward, then flipped outward to its original position. It goes "thumb flip flip" and that means "any other."
The way I keep "any" straight from "other" is that "any" ends up pointing inward to your "knee." Get it? Any = a knee. It's weird, but it works.
[If I said that sentence in sign the two instances of "other" would be shown differently.]
Any other is such a word combination. They go together weirdly but well. They're nearly the same "thumb" thing reversed. [There's that word "other" again.]
A fist with the thumb sticking up is the sign for "10"
For the word "any" the thumb starts out pointing outward, the whole wrist forms a "c" in the air to end up with the thumb pointing the opposite direction inward.
Any. (They don't like it when I copy their vids)
Another woman does "any" more broadly, more dramatically. She starts with thumb upward as with "10" and pull it down her entire torso for the thumb to point inward.
The sign for "other" is the same thing except the thumb starts pointing upward with "10" and simply flicks outward. So at first sight you think "10" then quickly accept it as "other."
The same second woman does this "other" more dramatically too. She begins with the thumb pointing inward and broadly flips the thumb outward. There is an "other thing over there" aspect to it.
So the two put together, is the thumb starting pointing outward and broadly flipped inward, then flipped outward to its original position. It goes "thumb flip flip" and that means "any other."
The way I keep "any" straight from "other" is that "any" ends up pointing inward to your "knee." Get it? Any = a knee. It's weird, but it works.
Fast swimmers
How are they this fast in water? pic.twitter.com/fiQBU5ZeZM— Nature is Scary (@TheScaryNature) August 31, 2019
But you have to listen to a retard who talks about everything else except how hippos swim so fast. And the guy pronounces the name "Fiona" as "Fioner" because he's a fer'ner. He's being amusing through the whole over-explanation. The question is, "how do hippos swim fast" and the answer is the history of African hippos and the American space program.
Like all the gardening videos he talks way too much.
So I'll tell you the answer. They're not swimming fast, they're running underwater and their extreme density allows them to haul hippo-butt even on land and even though their shape is not streamlined.
Taste of Colorado
It's a three-day festival over the Labor Day weekend that blocks traffic at crucial intersections on Broadway crossing Colfax (15th) and 14th Street. That is, for traffic east and west and north and south at the heart of Denver's two major intersections, for busses and taxis, Uber and Lyft, and general cars and trucks it's a major pain in the B-U-Double cross streets.
For me it's just a few blocks away.
For me it's just a few blocks away.
A short walk of those few blocks through a crowd presently is an ordeal.
The idea is precious in its conceptualization but complete fail in practice. The original idea was to have the state help top restaurants introduce themselves to Denver citizens by showing what they have on their menus.
What happens instead is massive fair-food; roasted corn on the cob in several booths, roasted turkey legs in several places, Pepsi, water, beer in several places, tacos, cotton candy, bowls of sprinkles for children, berry-kabobs, freshly fried potato chips, tiny trays of crap all over the place. There is literally nothing appealing to eat. Everything grossly ridiculously overpriced. Careless zoned out crowd.
People take their dates. Typically, a woman is being dragged around by a young man. The young man is somewhat situationally aware and the young woman is in a la-la-la trance; a reversion to childhood, while the children are having a blast. The children are more like adults on adventure and the women are like children being led by men. For the most part, but obviously not always. Typically, when paired and holding hands, it is the man who sees me, a man walking with two canes, and not the woman. In other cases it is women herding their children.
In other cases it is children roaming free, and I must say, those people are the most interesting of all. There are quite a lot of awesome young children. Kids with very real style. Styled hair, stylish tattoos, styled clothing, stylish toys such as scooters, wagons and hoverboards.
One boy with his parent had a tuft of blond hair on the top, shaved on the sides to show a snake tattoo on the side of neck from his chest to the side of his head. Another boy with styled short hair, large trainer type shoes/boots, tight leggings torn just so, flying around in circles on a hoverboard.
Girls in flowing floor-length dresses and outrageously large chunky gold jewelry.
Lots of black people dressed to the nines. Animal print shirts, novelty socks, everyone in brand new trainers. Everyone dressed up very nicely. Latinos and Latinas dressed up for a day out.
The worst dressed are white people, carelessly, who apparently shop at Target. The men dress as boys who don't know about clothes and whose wives pick out rags for them at Walmart, and the women dress like they just flat don't care.
Here's the weird thing. It's a racket. No money is exchanged inside, discounting the ATM machines to provide cash to buy tickets. No buyback of unused tickets. So you must guess how much you think you might spend and bite the extra tickets you buy. It's quite impossible to estimate exactly.
I took my backpack and expected to stop at several booths and bring back at least $30 worth of food items. I estimated on the short side.
I did not predict all the available food; hotdogs, nachos, tacos, chips, fruit-kabobs, will be in paper trays and not in packages that close. I did not pack Tupperware or disposable containers. I saw exactly one place that sold food in containers that close. So I bought one. $15.00 for 3 bbq beef ribs.
To be fair, they are very good ribs. And the vendors are all friendly and gorgeous.
But the rice that came with it and the macaroni salad is pure crap.
There is no place to sit. You must eat your fair-food standing up and walking. You must hold your drink as you are walking. Most people do this fairly well. Somewhat. They have a tendency to stop walking and just stand there in the middle of the street.
I cannot cope with it.
Food booths dominate Broadway. Other booths are along the edges of Civic Center Park. The usual things that set up the standard tent roofs without sides. I saw names of Breckenridge and other resorts, vacation packages being sold. I saw people carrying packages of the type crafts that people vend at these fairs. I saw fair rides in the distance.
See, the original idea was Colorado restaurants to show what they offer, but only very few of those are present, and those are the fast-food types, everything else is standard fair booths. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over. It's lost all of its original imagination and it's dominated by the standard fair-like commercialism, places that are good at this sort of thing. There is no imagination whatsoever. There is absolutely nothing that is new. Nothing fresh.
I resolved not to bother again.
It's great these things happen so near where I live, so easy to avail, but it's lousy they devolve to standardization. For real food then, slip out of the Taste of Colorado and drop into any of the nearby restaurants for real food that's not going to kill you.
I'm so sick of those corn on the cob things. Yes, they're great roasted. Yes, they're interesting dusted with chile powder. But they're dipped into a non-butter oil. Everyone is walking around munching a corn on the cob as if that's the best thing they can get.
I stopped two Asian men walking together. "That turkey leg looks really good." It's a Renaissance Fair type of thing. It does look good. I've never eaten one of those things. They have a beautiful bbq bark. The man said, "Yeah, but it cost $15.00. It was $30.00 for these two.
I still had over half my tickets and all I wanted was to get out of there safely without having a heart attack. I'm serious here. I'm treading dangerously. I really do need to get home, but I'm not experiencing any of the pain that sent me to the doctor and put me in hospital so I'm glad about that. Just really tired and my muscles are failing. I need sleep immediately. So I scanned the line of people incoming, approaching the tent where their packages are checked and their bodies are scanned, and I looked in the line for a woman with the cutest kids. A short woman was with a gorgeous young girl. I approached her and handed her my unused tickets. "Here's $15.00+ worth of tickets." A perfect stranger. This is all wrong. She accepted them graciously without fully knowing what the tickets are all about. She'll figure it out.
The cookies were free.
Also free were packages of vegetarian butter.
Also free were small boxes of energy bars. Young men who lift were carrying those around.
So it's a strange combination of free stuff and overly priced crap.
This is where you'll see the most fat people in Colorado in one place at the same time.
Colorado is consistently rated #1 for the least percentage of overweight people. But that doesn't mean everyone is thin. Hardly. It means all the other states are even worse. Having said that, there are a lot of gorgeous people. It's that, once inside I must lean against something to take a photo and those opportunities in the crowd are rare. I must find something sturdy along the side of the crowd by the temporary fencing. Ultimately it's not worth the trouble because all of the food booths are pure crap.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Texas is the 4th hardest working state
This article at Texas Monthly has a lot of extra words. I skipped most of them to drop down to first, second and third.
I'm interested in Colorado because the people I see around here work very hard. And what's insane about it is they appear to be cheerful about working.
Joking. It's not insane. It's brilliant. That people can choose their employment is brilliant. It's a tremendous advance for a society, for culture, for civilization. That people are happy doing what they do for income is brilliant. It's all What Color is Your Parachute all over the place. It's turning your fascination into a job, while conversely, it's a job becoming your fascination.
The link within the article goes to WalletHub.
Colorado is 8th.
But that's below Hawaii at 6th. W-h-a-a-a-t?
It's too hot, too laid back, too amusing to be classified as more hardworking than Colorado. It's people in service industries, people in juice huts, restaurants and hotels, souvenir shops, surf instructors, tour guides, boat captains, fishermen, helicopter pilots, people on the beach who sell pot. That's what I saw anyway. Come on!
Although I can see Nebraska and Wyoming beating Colorado. I've been to those places too and the people I saw really do work very hard at serious things.
Surprisingly, California is way down at 33. I always saw the people there as real hustlers. In the good sense. There's just so much going on all over the place, top to bottom. Everybody works hard. Even on weekends. Incredibly brilliantly industrious people.
This list must be wrong.
Even fly fishing. Our little group of high school friends dropped in on a guy living in a caboose. Housing is quite expensive and Aspen workers are pushed to the outskirts. The guy sat at his table and made a dozen flies then drove down to the stream to catch his dinner. Although it's only fishing, and looks rather passive, that whole thing took a lot of time, energy, knowledge and effort. Work. Standing in the water and casting, concentrating on fish. Work. It doesn't seem like work but it is.
A hobby of restoring old vehicles is very real work.
When you measure work you must include all the hobbies and recreation people do to stay busy. It's real work. And a lot of that type of work is impossible to measure. My own mother did an insane amount of volunteer work. She was always thinking of things. Including mud wrestling in pudding. My sister has the photo album as proof. She purchased and delivered turkeys herself for Thanksgiving and for Christmas. She collected toys for Christmas on her own. She stayed insanely busy in ways that are not recorded.
Do they include these forms of very real work? Let's see.
There are links for 1) main findings 2) ask the experts and 3) methodology.
Methodology: 2 main factors; 1) direct work factors 2) indirect work factors.
1) Direct work factors -- total points 80
* average workweek hours: triple weight ~36.92 points.
* employment rate: full weight ~12.31 points.
* share of households where no adults work: full weight ~12.31
* share of workers leaving vacation time unused: half weight ~6.15 points
* share of engaged workers: half weight ~6.15 points
( the share of employees who are "involved in, enthusiastic about and committed to their work and workplace," defined by Gallup.)
Know where I see this to an extreme? Whole Foods and Trader Joes. The workers in both those places are awesome. Also the workers at Medical Clinic where I just started to go. Those people are always so busy and and cheerful. And you won't know that until you talk to them.
Know where it was the worst? The Federal Reserve Bank where I have most of my work experience. The people work very hard and very well but their heads are not really in it. It's not something one can actually love. It's not what can be described as a calling. Except for a few bank examiners, who write books about what they are doing, and those people are genuinely twisted. They are so sear-ee-us.
* idle youth (16-24), half weight ~6.15 points
2) Indirect work factors -- total points: 20
* average commute time: full weight ~5.00 points
* workers with multiple jobs -- full weight ~5.00
* annual volunteer hours per resident: full weight ~5.00
* average leisure time spent per day; full weight ~5.00
So then, no, they do not include work-like leisure activities and that leaves out quite a lot when you compare it with sitting around all day watching t.v.
Of course, Texas isn’t the hardest-working. That honor belongs to North Dakota, where the employment rate is high, the number of idle youth is low, and, if the movie Fargo is any indication, any attempt to circumvent an honest day’s living through a complicated extortion scheme is met with swift and grisly retribution. Coming in a close second was Alaska, where the always-bustling oil and fishing industries have greatly contributed to the state having the nation’s lowest unemployment rate and the highest average hours in a workweek; meanwhile, every commute presumably involves some sort of Jack London-esque adventure pitting man against nature. Texas was only narrowly beat out for third place by South Dakota, presumably because it takes entire swathes of laborers just to clean the nostrils on Mount Rushmore. That’s just a guess. Look, we didn’t bother digging too deeply into this. We’re only the fourth-hardest-working, right? Go ask North Dakota, why don’t you.Maybe I should have read the rest because that's funny.
I'm interested in Colorado because the people I see around here work very hard. And what's insane about it is they appear to be cheerful about working.
Joking. It's not insane. It's brilliant. That people can choose their employment is brilliant. It's a tremendous advance for a society, for culture, for civilization. That people are happy doing what they do for income is brilliant. It's all What Color is Your Parachute all over the place. It's turning your fascination into a job, while conversely, it's a job becoming your fascination.
The link within the article goes to WalletHub.
Colorado is 8th.
But that's below Hawaii at 6th. W-h-a-a-a-t?
It's too hot, too laid back, too amusing to be classified as more hardworking than Colorado. It's people in service industries, people in juice huts, restaurants and hotels, souvenir shops, surf instructors, tour guides, boat captains, fishermen, helicopter pilots, people on the beach who sell pot. That's what I saw anyway. Come on!
Although I can see Nebraska and Wyoming beating Colorado. I've been to those places too and the people I saw really do work very hard at serious things.
Surprisingly, California is way down at 33. I always saw the people there as real hustlers. In the good sense. There's just so much going on all over the place, top to bottom. Everybody works hard. Even on weekends. Incredibly brilliantly industrious people.
This list must be wrong.
To determine where Americans work the hardest, WalletHub compared the 50 states across 10 key indicators. They range from average workweek hours to share of workers with multiple jobs to annual volunteer hours per resident. Read on for the results, insight from a panel of experts and a full description of our methodology.Oh? 10 key indicators. Well then, I'll look for recreation activities that amount to work. Recreation that takes a lot of energy or effort or work to support. Such as skiing and hang gliding. Two of my favorites, but also football and basketball and all the wild things like skate boarding and BMX. When you end up in Aspen during the music festival you'll be forced to notice people practicing their classical instruments on every street. In their hotel rooms with the windows open the sound of music fills the whole town.
Even fly fishing. Our little group of high school friends dropped in on a guy living in a caboose. Housing is quite expensive and Aspen workers are pushed to the outskirts. The guy sat at his table and made a dozen flies then drove down to the stream to catch his dinner. Although it's only fishing, and looks rather passive, that whole thing took a lot of time, energy, knowledge and effort. Work. Standing in the water and casting, concentrating on fish. Work. It doesn't seem like work but it is.
A hobby of restoring old vehicles is very real work.
When you measure work you must include all the hobbies and recreation people do to stay busy. It's real work. And a lot of that type of work is impossible to measure. My own mother did an insane amount of volunteer work. She was always thinking of things. Including mud wrestling in pudding. My sister has the photo album as proof. She purchased and delivered turkeys herself for Thanksgiving and for Christmas. She collected toys for Christmas on her own. She stayed insanely busy in ways that are not recorded.
Do they include these forms of very real work? Let's see.
There are links for 1) main findings 2) ask the experts and 3) methodology.
Methodology: 2 main factors; 1) direct work factors 2) indirect work factors.
1) Direct work factors -- total points 80
* average workweek hours: triple weight ~36.92 points.
* employment rate: full weight ~12.31 points.
* share of households where no adults work: full weight ~12.31
* share of workers leaving vacation time unused: half weight ~6.15 points
* share of engaged workers: half weight ~6.15 points
( the share of employees who are "involved in, enthusiastic about and committed to their work and workplace," defined by Gallup.)
Know where I see this to an extreme? Whole Foods and Trader Joes. The workers in both those places are awesome. Also the workers at Medical Clinic where I just started to go. Those people are always so busy and and cheerful. And you won't know that until you talk to them.
Know where it was the worst? The Federal Reserve Bank where I have most of my work experience. The people work very hard and very well but their heads are not really in it. It's not something one can actually love. It's not what can be described as a calling. Except for a few bank examiners, who write books about what they are doing, and those people are genuinely twisted. They are so sear-ee-us.
* idle youth (16-24), half weight ~6.15 points
2) Indirect work factors -- total points: 20
* average commute time: full weight ~5.00 points
* workers with multiple jobs -- full weight ~5.00
* annual volunteer hours per resident: full weight ~5.00
* average leisure time spent per day; full weight ~5.00
So then, no, they do not include work-like leisure activities and that leaves out quite a lot when you compare it with sitting around all day watching t.v.
Kate Bush, Rocket Man
This is the third and the last song that I'll post from Two Rooms album in which other artists recorded Elton John's songs.
I like how each artist chooses a song that best suits them, and that so many successful artists are inspired by Elton John. There is a wealth of Elton John music for musicians to be so inspired. I love how they each change the songs to suit them.
I like how each artist chooses a song that best suits them, and that so many successful artists are inspired by Elton John. There is a wealth of Elton John music for musicians to be so inspired. I love how they each change the songs to suit them.
Speaking of ...
Tennessee man sued Popeye's for running out of its new chicken sandwich
Ew, that bread is gross.
The difference between what is promised and what is provided is not the reason the man sued.
It looks like the bun had a flat.
The bread that does that, OMG, that's what it does in your stomach except worse. One time at ten years of age I saw my older brother prepare for a day-long absence from home, as his practice through the summer. This was outside of Tatchikowa outside of Tokyo, and we just got there. Imagine a boy running around the outskirts of Tokyo. He really was an adventurer. He took several slices of Wonder bread and smashed them flat as a steam-rolled pancake and put them in his back pocket. And I was all, "Ew, gross. You're freaking me out."
Popeye's didn't prepare sufficiently for their rollout. The customer obsessed about the sandwich and ran into quite a lot of trouble to get the sandwich independent of Popeye's.
I can’t get happy. I have this sandwich on my mind. I can’t think straight. It just consumes you.
It’s totally deceptive. Who runs out of chicken? It’s a big fiasco. Someone has to stand up to big corporate. Everyone is captivated by these sandwiches. They’ve got everyone gassed up on them.He's going to lose.
1) Company's who underestimate response are the people who run out. That's who.
2) No. It is not a big fiasco. It's just a sandwich
3) Nobody has to stand up to big corporate
4) Not everyone is captivated by these sandwiches.
5) Not everyone is gassed up.
Popeye's is not responsible for the man's happiness. Popeye's is not responsible for what's on the man's mind. Not responsible for him not thinking straight. Not responsible for him being sandwich-consumed.
It was a big fiasco because the man blew a tire and damaged his car's rim. He blew a tire because his tires are crap. He damaged his car's rim because he drove around on a flat tire.
After he fixed his car he went on Craigslist where someone claimed his friends at Popeye's had some stashed in the freezer. The Craigslist guy told the guy suing Popeye's to meet him behind one of the Popeye's locations.
The man suing paid the Craigslist man $25.00 for a $5.00 sandwich. He gave him too much money for a sandwich. The Craigslist man never returned.
A Popeye's employee said that a man matching the description of the Craigslist man bought something and left out the front door.
The suing man was humiliated by his friends who laughed. Because the man's behavior is ridiculous. He filed suit for $5,000 and he's representing himself.
See? Self-representation in court proves he's ridiculously prone to bad decisions.
All those things together is how we can safely predict the man will lose his suit. He cannot separate all his problems associated with his own obsession with Popeye's simply running out. That day. Come on!
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Come to think of it, Burger Fi next door is advertising their new chicken tenders quite heavily. Large signs all over the place. Online, and a large board at the entrance, and on the base of their their counter, and the top of their counter, and on their overhead menu. And on the walls. But they ran out the first day. Signs still up. And boy, was I disappointed. But I bought something else and went back a few days later and to my surprise they had them. And they really are rather good.
Wanna see 'em?
They belong in a chicken tender museum.
The good thing about them is you can buy extra, bring them home, refrigerate them, then re-heat them in the oven to original crispy greatness.
Not in the microwave. In the regular oven. No puffy buns to be flattened.
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