How can anyone enjoy Starbucks coffee? It's like sucking the outlet of a nuclear power station.
An American coffee shop sounds like the punch line to one of those jokes in which the Germans end up the lovers, the Italians the soldiers, the French the marriage counsellors, and the Greeks the cooks, architects or hairdressers.
Asking Americans to make coffee is like asking them to draw a map of the world.
American coffee is only coffee because they say it is.
It's actually a pale, scalding infusion of junior-school jam-jar brush water.
In the last fifty years , a lot of people have left Europe and have
gone to live in Australia. One of them was a Hungarian man . He
lived in Australia for a long time and after that , he had a lot of
good friends . He always said to them “ Australia is beautiful, but
Hungary is beautiful , too.”
Then one year , he said, “ I’m going back to Hungary now to visit
my old home “. All of his friends said to him, “ We want to go with
you, because Hungary is a beautiful country and we want to see
it." The Hungarian Australian took all his friends from Sydney
to Rome in a big plane .Then, they went to Budapest in a train so
that they could see the mountains . They stayed in Budapest for
four days, and they liked it very much.
One day , they went to a zoo in Budapest and saw two kangaroos
there . The Australians were very happy because kangaroos
come from Australia . They said to the animals, “ come here , old
friends “ . But the kangaroos did not move . But then the Hungarian
spoke to the animals in Hungarian. "Come here!” he said, and both
animals ran to him. The other Australians laughed and said, "Look
at that ! They are Australian but they only know Hungarian".
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling, What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
(The Waking by Theodore Roethke).
I think you've stumbled on an idea for a great blaxploitation pic: The International Ladies' Garment Worker. "Yeah...."
Jerome Hardcock works it hard at the ladies' garment factory, making the sweetest things for all you fine ladies. When the day is done, it's down to the corner of MLK and 58, where things get funkay. For Hardcock, it's stitches by day, bitches by night. But don't worry, ladies. He makes the time to take the time.
The International Ladies' Garment Worker. He rips what he sews.
not that running ever solves anything, but sometimes neither does sticking around.
• Geoffrey Randall sends in a quote from Grant Shapps, the Tory housing spokesman, writing in the Shelter magazine, Roof. "The immediate priority is to switch the system round from top-down sticks to bottom-up carrots." I think I see what he means, but it will never make a campaign slogan: "Tories call for bottom-up carrots."
Officer William Obanhein, of Stockbridge, Massachusetts (aka, Officer Obie)
