Month: August 2007

  • If nothing else, at least I started my day smiling.

    Happiness is… receiving two text messages on my phone within thirty seconds of one another, one each from two of my favorite people, letting me know that they’d bumped into one other unexpectedly at one of the downtown Starbucks locations. (With as many of those one can find in Portland, the odds against this are higher than you might think.) As in, one was standing in line right behind the other. Serendipity at its finest, I think.

    It’s the simple things that can turn an otherwise-drab morning into something quite a bit more tolerable, no?

  • The what is a what, again?

    I spotted a bumper sticker the other day. It informed me that, “The death penalty is a hate crime.” Well now. Let’s think about that for a moment, purely from a semantic point of view.

    The death penalty is the product of a process involving judges, lawyers and juries. The judge is supposedly impartial, the lawyers are in it either for principle or for money, and the jury is a bunch of people who have a collective blend of loves, hates and prejudices. Delivering a death sentence is a process constrained by a complex series of laws.

    I wonder, then, where is the hate and where is the crime? We’re talking about a legal (read: “made of laws, therefore not a crime”) process that’s had most of the humanity squeezed out of it to begin with (so, there’s no more hate involved than any other emotion one could name).

    Go ahead and disagree with the death penalty in principle if you see fit, but framing the argument in terms that don’t even make sense in the context isn’t going to help your cause. It just makes people like me shake our heads in bewilderment.

    (Please note that I’m not looking for a debate on the merits of the death penalty itself. It’s the message’s phrasing itself that concerned me. Call me crazy if you must.)

  • My Lucky Card

    Here’s an amusing bit of luck for you: This morning on the way in to work I stopped at the Starbucks for my usual hot cocoa and a pastry. (I normally get one of the breakfast sandwiches, but I try not to get stuck in that rut.) The total came to four dollars and eighty cents. I knew that my refillable card had somewhere in the vicinity of five dollars left, so I had the cashier give it a swipe just to see what would happen.

    Imagine my surprise to see the receipt which read that my card, after completing the purchase, had zero dollars and zero cents remaining!

    Neat, huh? Now if only I could translate that kind of luck into something involving serious amounts of cash…