tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.comments2023-04-06T05:29:25.140-04:00Breathing The Same AirDan Schulmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01075618151279475459noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-15507359823930624052009-05-20T14:47:49.196-04:002009-05-20T14:47:49.196-04:00Partial answer: Whenever I am back in Colorado, wh...Partial answer: Whenever I am back in Colorado, where I grew up, and spending time with my friends with whom I grew up, I'm home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-25551447981650416182009-05-20T14:26:18.047-04:002009-05-20T14:26:18.047-04:00As the "standard" tip has gone up to 20% (at least...As the "standard" tip has gone up to 20% (at least here in L.A.), I've been starting to feel like an old man at Denny's. "What? 10%? Why should I leave her 10%? It's her job to get me refills!" I still try to leave 15%, but only give 20% if they did a really great job.<br /><br />Why do I leave 15% as standard? Because a lot of wait people make below minimum wage. They actually <EM>do</EM> rely on tips. Having said that, though, they <EM>should</EM> make the extra effort to earn that tip. If they are rude or useless, their tip income should reflect that. I should not feel bad leaving less if they suck total wicked ass.<br /><br />And that's my 2¢ (which is 10% of the income time I wasted writing this instead of working).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-65702964574803616952009-04-21T22:03:00.000-04:002009-04-21T22:03:00.000-04:00I like your other blog too,
I take company of an ...I like your other blog too,<br />I take company of an autistic teen<br />he loooooooooooves subway.<br /><br />carlosC. L. DeMedeiroshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428601683553166964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-44343127547153895332009-01-23T09:25:00.000-05:002009-01-23T09:25:00.000-05:00So, you already know one of my answers to this que...So, you already know one of my answers to this question. <BR/><BR/>My other answer is that I feel most at home in nature. When I was in Scandinavia a few years ago, I was on a bus traveling through the mountains in southwestern Norway. Part of the way up these mountains, there was a pockmarking of these beautiful glacier lakes all over these very small rolling hills. A little further along, when the lakes became more sparse, these tiny cottages with green roofs started popping up. They were approximately the size of a large closet, big enough for one person to live alone, perhaps with nothing more than a mat on the floor and a wood stove. In the sky were these incredibly thin, wispy clouds. They were so thin the water vapor molecules in them acted like prisms and cast a spectrum so the clouds looked like substantial floating rainbows. When I saw this magical place, I wanted to set up camp right there for the summer (winter in Norway in such conditions would be foolish for a non-native), where the sky was just upstairs and there was no one to be seen for miles. <BR/><BR/>Also, anywhere there are abundant trees is home to me. Anywhere there is an ocean. Anywhere I am living in cooperation and exchange with my companions. That is home. <BR/><BR/>Where my bed is, where I return to every day, is the place where I live, where my things are, but it does not feel like home. <BR/><BR/>Mostly, home is a feeling, and you can't force it into a place where it isn't.Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02674919769528596043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-5843123300518880442009-01-20T14:24:00.000-05:002009-01-20T14:24:00.000-05:00When I first started my blog I was determined to w...When I first started my blog I was determined to write constantly, but yet I have gone several months without writing on multiple occasions... yet whenever I do manage to write, it makes me feel so much better. I wish you luck on posting more often!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-80729220097130567812009-01-19T17:54:00.000-05:002009-01-19T17:54:00.000-05:00I thinkwe think racistwhen we see somethingthat pu...I think<BR/>we think racist<BR/>when we see something<BR/>that push our botton <BR/>but most of people just try to<BR/>ignore those things<BR/>unless there's a love one around <BR/>they can talk about<BR/><BR/>;)C. L. DeMedeiroshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428601683553166964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-14719518804650896222009-01-19T17:52:00.000-05:002009-01-19T17:52:00.000-05:00Awesome blogAwesome blogC. L. DeMedeiroshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08428601683553166964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-68104723155997418172008-12-04T10:41:00.000-05:002008-12-04T10:41:00.000-05:00Thoughtful post, Dan.I agree with your feelings he...Thoughtful post, Dan.<BR/><BR/>I agree with your feelings here. Your suggestion listed under #2 is spot on.<BR/> <BR/><BR/>I have stopped people, mid-sentence, to let them know that what they said was offensive to me.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for bringing this experience to our attention.Cheri Block Sabrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13777270351661676469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-72692014491348383962008-11-20T01:10:00.000-05:002008-11-20T01:10:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Joshua Mayhewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14712412728231525943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-78986963062546271332008-11-20T01:08:00.000-05:002008-11-20T01:08:00.000-05:00I just thinkthatThe world is just such an intricat...I just think<BR/>that<BR/>The world is just such an intricate place full of many different people and as long as we just know that and keep that in mind, as well as follow our hearts, then everything will work out in the end~Joshua Mayhewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14712412728231525943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-2499978593371760642008-11-12T04:25:00.000-05:002008-11-12T04:25:00.000-05:00<3 persepolis, cobbler, harry potter, blogs.<3 persepolis, cobbler, harry potter, blogs.Najva Solhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15197496586261249237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-62212915570429867242008-11-11T20:49:00.000-05:002008-11-11T20:49:00.000-05:00I love the fact that you have a "tip history" on a...I love the fact that you have a "tip history" on a computer somewhere!Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07927581099848000639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-46425727867826964642008-11-02T01:41:00.000-04:002008-11-02T01:41:00.000-04:00This post reminds me of something I was wondering ...This post reminds me of something I was wondering about my parents. Sadly, they're no longer around to ask, but, given my dad's passion for cameras and taking pictures of everything, I have never found in his collection of 70+ years of photos a picture of my mother pregnant with me. It just struck me as odd. Perhaps it was the time they lived in -- no pics of pregnant women. It's a question that'll never be answered. But your blog made me think. Thanks!Erich Trapphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10311675275524849058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-52326227249446461572008-11-01T16:39:00.000-04:002008-11-01T16:39:00.000-04:00last night i was so drunk i was stumbling down the...last night i was so drunk i was stumbling down the street on the way to the train. i was trying to get my metrocard out of my bag when i tumbled headfirst toward the sidewalk. i almost landed on my head but my shoulder broke my fall. a very nice girl came over to ask me if i was okay because she saw me fall. i told her all i needed was to sit there until i found my metrocard. i eventually found it, but i don't remember walking to the train.Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02674919769528596043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-38093387451487689982008-10-28T18:54:00.000-04:002008-10-28T18:54:00.000-04:00nice conceptsnice conceptsWonder Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16723949771552274515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-89808672624487697752008-10-20T17:16:00.001-04:002008-10-20T17:16:00.001-04:00This predicament is called not being "in love".This predicament is called not being "in love".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-60504892734954449602008-10-20T17:16:00.000-04:002008-10-20T17:16:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-18838375354637033392008-10-18T20:43:00.000-04:002008-10-18T20:43:00.000-04:00This mattress is an interesting approach to the pr...This mattress is an interesting approach to the problem you're discussing.<BR/><BR/>http://www.gooyadesign.com/<BR/>(Its yellow, on the right hand side of the page.)Chris Gabrielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16308346778670721973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-80744187136322386952008-10-12T14:55:00.000-04:002008-10-12T14:55:00.000-04:00I did the mission last night before I even knew it...I did the mission last night before I even knew it was the mission! What are the odds! I approached a guy sitting alone at a party and struck up a conversation with him. Point for me!Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02674919769528596043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-45288671604722948332008-10-09T04:03:00.000-04:002008-10-09T04:03:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Crazy.Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12733297499654252871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-59759807459360526512008-10-09T04:02:00.000-04:002008-10-09T04:02:00.000-04:00if you want to be spied on, thats called an exhibi...if you want to be spied on, thats called an exhibitionist... kinda kinky :)Crazy.Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12733297499654252871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515973737304906833.post-78598705723939576552008-10-06T16:12:00.000-04:002008-10-06T16:12:00.000-04:00One can look at this the other way and use their a...One can look at this the other way and use their absurd level of connectivity to research the best homemade recipes for playdough and source images to model Sean Connery's doughy visage after. Then they can <A HREF="http://host.exemplum.com/hasbro/connectfour/connectfour.htm" REL="nofollow">play some connect-4 online</A> while waiting for the toxic playdough they just consumed to destroy their gastrointestinal system.Chris Gabrielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16308346778670721973noreply@blogger.com