Tip your waiter/waitress, people!
In Japan, I’m told, it’s considered insulting to tip your waiter. Apparently, so the story goes, since the waitstaff are paid a real wage, to attempt to pay them more than the price on the menu is both unnecessary and presumptuous.
I don’t necessarily agree with the custom of tipping, to be quite honest. If I weren’t a waiter myself, I can tell you that I wouldn’t be too keen on it. Every other week lately, there’s some new restaurant out in New York or here in Toronto that’s decided to follow the international model and do away with tipping altogether, raising both the wages for their staff and the prices on their menus accordingly. On the one hand, I applaud that. As a restauranteur, concerned with the overall experience of your guests, to do away with the often-uncomfortable and sometimes-mysterious convention of tipping is probably a good idea. Make…
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The American people elected a Republican Senate in the last election. Where the two parties can’t agree we’ve served as a check-and-balance to the president, but where the two parties can agree we’ve repeatedly sought common ground to get things done.
– Mitch McConnell
This man is a one-man advertising campaign for term limits.
Let me get this straight: the guy who’s on record (not to mention video) making it his party’s sole aim to limit Barack Obama to a one-term presidency, and then failing miserably even at that, has “repeatedly sought common ground to get things done.”
To quote Inigo Montoya: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
But take heart: McConnell’s attempts at obstructing Obama’s second term indicate that he isn’t any better at that than he is at interpreting his own inner logic.
So, meet Merrick Garland, the soon-to-be 113th justice of the Supreme Court of the United States.
Shell of a thing, isn’t it?
…on both your houses!
The romance of movies is not just in those stories and those people on the screen but in the adolescent dream of meeting others who feel as you do about what you’ve seen.
– Pauline Kael
So, taking a giant step away from politics for a moment, I’d like to invite you into my cultural collage (http://letterboxd.com/MagnificentToad/).
Forget Goodreads! Put down that book and watch a movie! :0p
Out of the many, one…
I am a cynical man. But then, I was born in the Show Me State.
And now, we wait for Tuesday.
My fellow Missourians, a pale rider cometh, face streaked with the orange residue of FakeBake, hair askew, arms akimbo, wearing his hate on his sleeve, to tell you he can “Make America Great Again!”
Don’t fall for it. Be your proudly mulish selves, stubborn by birthright, and demand proof of life (and/or neural activity). Make him make a point, not an empty promise.
And when that point proves dull, turn around and kick him in the ass like the magnificent long-ears only you can be.
Do us a solid, Missouri…
Send the jackass packing.
Read this. Please!
Today I’d like to get at some of the deeper intricacies of single payer healthcare systems by telling you a story about what’s going on with Britain’s National Health Service (NHS). If you’re American, this post will shed some light on how Bernie Sanders’ system potentially works. If you’re British, this is where you’ll get my view on the junior doctors’ strike and what the conservatives are trying to do with the NHS.
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(Image by Associated Press)
Viewers had a hard time deciding if the Democrat was wearing brown or blue.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our national political discourse…
I know the debates are getting a bit redundant at this point. There were some exchanges that were taken almost verbatim from the Flint, Michigan debate last Sunday.
Has the Trump Effect become so pervasive that we actually can’t focus on actual things anymore? Is the man’s Twitter obsession contagious, rendering all other tweets vapid and clownish?
I mean, I’m no fan of Twitter, but surely we can do more with it than this?
Is it brown? Is it blue?
Is you kidding me?!?
Here’s a thought:
During this primary season, the first duty of the corporate news media is to mislead and lie to Democratic voters about the chances of Bernie Sanders becoming the next Democratic presidential candi…
You can check out anytime you like,
but you can never leave…
– The Eagles
Have you ever noticed that the people who talk about chasing dreams are always the ones who have already caught them?
I find this sort of hindsight optimism annoying and beyond unhelpful. It seems to suggest that, if we have a job we don’t love, every minute of every day, that we have somehow sold out. We “gave up on the Dream.” We have failed ourselves, the men and women who gave us life, and everyone else besides. Thank you, and goodnight!
Life ain’t like that. You know it; I know it. All us real people know it. Sometimes life gives you lemons; more often, it shoves them down your throat. You try making lemonade when you’re choking on citrus.
It’s easy to spout pontifical when you don’t have to con yourself into believing in what you do. Any fool can appreciate the rewarding aspects of his work when it actually is rewarding.
Anyone can work hard when she feels like she’s “hardly working.” (Such a clever phrase…)
The true hero is the one who thrives in a job he hates. This is the definition of work ethic: getting up every day, going to a job that clogs the pores, melts the brain, and kills the soul, and still giving that occupational bit of cowpie everything you’ve got. The miserable worker who does good work anyway. The one who decides to be all she can be even though no one seems to care who she is.
That’s the real world: the one where you don’t have time for chasing dreams because the reality is too busy chasing you.
Don’t get me wrong: on my best days, I’m thrilled for the lucky few who find that “perfect job.” But most of us…?
Most of us are lucky if we stick the landing.