John:The Beatles were disintegrating slowly after Brian Epstein died, it was slow death and it was happening. It's evident in Let It Be, although Linda and Yoko were evident then, but they weren't when we started it. It was evident in India when George and I stayed there and Paul and Ringo left. It was evident on the "White" album. It's just natural. It's not a great disaster. People keep talking about it as if it's the end of the earth. It's only a rock group that split up. It's nothing important. You have all the old records there if you want to reminisce.
George:The Beatles were all of those things that happened. It's a matter of learning that up and down are the same thing. Everything keeps changing, and there's always a balance, and whatever happens is what you cause yourself. The moral of the story is that if you accept the high points you're going to have to go through the lows. For the Beatles, our lives were a very heightened version of that: of how to learn about love and hate, and up and down, and good and bad, and loss and gain. It was a hyper-version of what everybody else was going through. So basically, it's all good. Whatever happened is good as long as we've learnt something. It's only bad if we didn't learn: "Who am I? Where am I going? Where have I come from?"
Paul:No matter how much we split, we're still very linked. We're the only four people who've seen the whole Beatlemania bit from the inside out, so we're tied forever, whatever happens.
John:The Beatles is over, but John, Paul, George, and Ringo... God knows what relationship they'll have in the future. I don't know. I still love those guys! Because they'll always be those people who were that part of my life.
This is so telling. J.K. Rowling’s answers to these questions really give us a perfect view into what sorts of characters she created, and what she valued in them.
Interviewer: What’s your favorite virtue? Rowling: Courage. Interviewer: What vice do you most despise? Rowling: Bigotry. Interviewer: What are you most willing to forgive? Rowling: Gluttony. Interviewer: What’s your most marked characteristic? Rowling: I’m a trier. Interviewer: What are you most afraid of? Rowling: Losing someone I love. Interviewer: What’s the quality you most like in a man? Rowling: Morals. Interviewer: What’s the quality you most like in a woman? Rowling: Generosity. Interviewer: What do you most value about your friends? Rowling: Tolerance. Interviewer: What’s your principle defect? Rowling: Short fuse. Interviewer: What’s your favorite occupation? Rowling: Writing. Interviewer: What’s your dream of happiness? Rowling: Happy family.
In these answers, I see Harry (and Gryffindors), Voldemort (and Death Eaters), Ron, the Potters, Severus Snape, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, more Ron, all the Weasleys, and what Harry longed for his whole life.
Hi all! Since Tumblr doesn’t officially recognize Tumblr Tuesday Recommendations anymore, and since that never highlighted how awesome some of my favorite personal blogs are, I’m going to just recommend a few that I really have enjoyed lately.
Sunflower Forest, by Kathy. Kathy started her tumblog last year when she went on a 6 week tour of Europe, and hasn’t stopped posting since then. She’s got a sort of vintage motif that is combined with amazing photography of scenery that is bound to make you want to live a more fabulous life every day!
Continuous Spectrum: A Life of Linked Adventures, by magaloops (Maggie). She’s a friend of a friend who blogs in the old style of blogging—- telling us about her day without telling us what she ate for breakfast (unless it was amazing!). I’ve been around the (excuse the dated terminology) blogosphere since the year 2000, and reading her blog posts takes me back to a time when blogging meant telling your friends what you were up to and to sort things out for yourself.
I’m gonna make it big. by Alex. Alex posts a pretty random set of things, letting us into the different facets of her life- from waiting til the next time she’ll see her Marine boyfriend to her passion for film, and everything in between. She’s got a wicked sense of humor.
From amorous causes springs, by Lucas. His “about” section sums him up more succinctly than I can: “Lucas is a twenty-something, Rowling-obsessed, Streep-idolizing, showtunes-singing, high-culture embracing, low-culture coveting gaytheist. He lives in Toronto. Alone.” But not only that—- he loves The West Wing and Tina Fey… so basically, he’s a gay, male, Canadian form of me.
Everything Movies, which I just discovered last night. Screencaps and gifs of moments in film that make you remember why you loved those movies in the first place. And it’s like crack!
“When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written “He dies.” That’s all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is “He dies.” It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with “He dies.” And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad, but not because of the words “He dies.” but because of the life we saw prior to the words.”—
I thought this was a great run-down of our ordering system! There’s a lot to digest here, but this is as succinctly put as it gets. See what you learn here and come and order something crazy and awesome next time!
PS: We don’t have lactaid at our store, and my store does not have the machine-printed stickers for cups because we are cafe-only (no drive-thru).
Since I know many of you love Starbucks and are trying to be healthy let me tell you a few things you should keep in mind.
Skinny means : non-fat & sugar free ** I will get to this later
ALL Fraps are made with 3% milk unless you order the lite or ask for non-fat/skim. As well as regular base mix, unless you ask for lite (really, it’s healthier and 1/3 fewer calories)
Whipped cream goes onto the following drinks AUTOMATICALLY even if you ask for non-fat. PLEASE KEEP THIS IS MIND. Most stores have people working that will ask you if you still want the whip, some sadly have drones working for them.
Mochas (regular, white & flavoured)
Flavoured lattes (Pumpkin, Gingerbread,etc)
syrup creamers (milk steamers with flavours in them. steamed milk + vanilla is the most common)
What Whipped Cream shouldn’t come on:
Tazo Chai Lattes
Loose leaf tea lattes
water (yes I have to put that there)
Iced Teas (Lemonade or regular)
I feel that that’s all of them.
For my Canadian friends. All Iced Tea is sweetened unless you ask for it unsweetened. In the USA you have to ask for it to be sweetened. No I have no idea why that is.
Please keep the following in mind:
If you order a skinny latte (like the Skinny Cinnamon Dolce) you will not automatically get whipped cream on it. So please do not be one of those customers who complains that they still wanted the whip. If you want to defeat the purpose of the latte then ASK FOR IT WHILE YOU ARE ORDERING IT.
If you order a non-fat mocha, please tell the Batista if you want or do not want whip cream before you leave the till. This will save you waiting time, and everyone will remain cheerful.
If you do want whipped cream on a non-fat sugar free drink, please don’t joke about how it “cancels each other out”. I am so sick of hearing this at work. If you have to convince yourself that it’s okay to have whipped cream, you probably shouldn’t be having any. Plus, you’re not the first person to say that.
How to order a drink that isn’t made with sugar free syrups but still get the drink that you want:
Order with non-fat milk
Order half sweet (general rule is Tall gets 3 pumps, Grande 4, Venti 5)
skip the whip cream
add cinnamon on top at the condiment stand. I do it all the time, it adds a nice flavour to it and cinnamon is extremely low in calories!
My favorite drinks to order at work:
Double tall lactaid caramel macchiato- (mack-e-at-oh for those wondering how to properly pronounce it lol) I order this because there’s one less pump of vanilla in it (so just 2 instead of 3), plus with caramel on top I don’t crave anything else. That’s enough sugar for me!
Double tall half sweet lactaid no whip lite foam white mocha. I used to drink these babies full sweet before I decided to get healthy. Now I can’t stand drinking it full sweet! The double shot actually brings down the sweetness of the white chocolate as well.
Tall, half sweet vanilla, nonfat shots on top,latte. I don’t know why, but slowly having espresso shots melt through the foam of the latte makes it taste better. Try it some time ;)
have you been confused on how to order drinks? Well don’t worry most Starbucks are running on a new POS that will allow them to tap your drink together to get it right. So don’t feel embarrassed about ordering out of order anymore!
What I mean is, in the past when you would hear them shout drinks back and forth, that was because for them it’s easier to remember what they’re going to be making.
Big difference, price and taste wise. I gladly made sure her drink was remade for her.
No Barista should ever give you hassle for fixing your drink. If they give you attitude, please don’t think the rest of us will. We look up to our Starbucks motto, and we want to give everyone a great experience at each one of our stores.
Any questions? I’ll be happy to answer. I hope your next Starbucks experience goes wonderful.
Today we are taking a trip down beer lane, as it’s the holiday for that. My knowledge on beer is somewhat less than my ability to speak on wine, but I think I’ve had more than a few pale ales in my time. Tonight’s is a Northwest Pale Ale, which is quickly…
Last night, I participated in my first Relay for Life. It was an amazing experience that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I’m still recovering from it today, but I am proud of myself for what I did. That’s right: I am proud of something I did, and I’m not going to beat around the bush about it.
Two or three weeks ago, I got word from an old friend of mine that corporate Starbucks would donate $1,000 to any local group of partners who set up a Relay for Life team and subsequently participated. I’ve always been vaguely interested in participating. My father died as a result of widespread cancer when I was seven years old, so I have a rather personal and deep-seeded interest in the work of the American Cancer Society. Additionally, I remember visiting my hometown’s Relay for Life while I was in high school and loved the environment of walking around a track lined with luminarias for loved ones who had battled cancer.
My store manager, Kim, had already been in negotiations to put a team together, but I think the fact that I came to her myself helped solidify in her mind that this was something our partners from our store could do. I went online as soon as I knew I needed to in order to set up a fundraising account. I sent out mass emails to family and friends who I thought would be receptive to my requests for donations, and I also put up links on my three main Internet haunts, Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter, asking people to help.
In all, I was surprised in some of the people who responded to the call to action. It’s amazing to me that people my own age are giving to charities; I know it has taken me several years to warm up to the idea. In all, I raised $145, which didn’t put me at the top of the fundraisers for the entire event, but certainly the top on my team.
As the day of the event came closer, a few of us did what we could to make sure everything was ready for the event. One of my shift managers, Anika, worked with me on putting together our team sign and our team flag/baton for while on the track. The event was on a Friday night, so we spent Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday morning prepping for the event. Anika, Bronwyn (another shift manager) and I also got there rather early on Friday to start setting up our campsite, which turned out to be amazing! Anika brought a “shelter” tent, which was good for standing in and putting tables with food in. Then, Kim and her sister Gwen showed up with our campsite’s coup d’etat: a living room set of Victorian-style red chairs and a couch with ornate woodwork on all sides.
Along with an extra tent set up behind our bigger one, we had a full-on campsite big enough for our participating partners, our friends who joined our team, and even people who ended up coming to us for coffee later on in the evening. With all of our extra effort, we were awarded one of the four “best campsite” awards. Some would later say that of course we did so well- we have corporate backing for all this awesome stuff—- but really, every last bit of this came out of our own pockets and our own storage.
The event opened with a cancer survivors’ lap, and then their caregivers joined in; finally, each team took a lap around the track—- we were given some flack for not acting overly caffeinated, so we yucked it up a little. Our walking shifts finally began as the sun started to set. We had a good group there, including our district manager, who just happened to be in town for the day. When she heard we were doing this, she asked if she could join in. I had set up two-hour walking shifts, but no one adhered to them with any sort of dogmatism. The store donated two of our three-and-a-half-batch coffee travelers and gave it out free to anyone who wanted it. Something none of us knew is that people bring cash with the intention of spending it on frivolous things, so that that money will be eventually donated to the American Cancer Society. So we got a lot of people asking to just make donations for the free coffee. We accepted and ended up making (and donating) $58!
Mine and Joe’s walking shift was midnight to 2am. I had already walked many laps casually with our team, and Joe had chosen to go on a three-mile run around the track. When we started our shift, Joe said he thought we could probably walk five miles around the track in the allotted two hours, so we made plans to count out forty laps—- yes, this track was only 1/8th of a mile long! Meanwhile, midnight zumba got going. If you’re not familiar, zumba is essentially latin-inspired dance aerobics. Nearly 80 people participated, and I had to admit I was jealous that I wasn’t one of the people doing it up there. We did end up getting our 5 miles in in two hours, and then we passed the baton off.
Joe was now very tired. His choice to give up caffeine for Lent, combined with his getting up at his usual 7am and running/walking 8 miles left him quite tired. He left around 2:30, but I refused. It felt corny saying it, but I reasoned with Joe that I felt the need to stay—- if my father could battle cancer to the end, the least I could do was stay at the event until the end. I started to crash around this time and found myself just wanting to sit at the campsite with Cheryl, who was the one serving our coffee for most of the night. Then one of the Relay committee members came and told me (rudely and passive-aggressively) that it sure seemed like every time he walked around, he found me sitting there. Nevermind the fact that I’d just walked for a two-hour block and had only sat intermittently between laps for the last hour. So I got up and started walking zombie laps around 3 or 3:30am.
Our hardest walking shift of the night was the 4-6am shift, which I had assigned to Kim and another shift manager, Sean. Sean, however, fell asleep (he had been walking pretty solidly all night) right before their shift. I figured since I wasn’t planning on sitting around I’d join up with Kim, so we walked those last two hours together. She worked really hard last night—- I don’t think she ever took a solid break from walking, except to get her face painted, and she participated in two zumba sessions. Those two hours probably resulted in the least enlightening conversation I’ve ever tried to contribute to, but something that kept me going was that of all the luminarias, my dad’s and my friend’s grandma’s were some of the only ones that stayed consistently lit. Every time we passed those luminarias, a little lump in my throat rose again, and I remembered why I was going through all of this. I walked at least another five miles.
At six in the morning, the end was in sight- but morning zumba was about to get going, and I wasn’t about to miss another opportunity to do this. Instead of 80 people, however, there were only 15 of us (at most), and the session was shorter. I felt nearly ready to pass out on any of the higher impact moves, but as expected, I felt really good about moving in a less zombie-like fashion again. It wasn’t until the end of zumba that I realzed I hadn’t been eating any solid food all night and was now dizzy and faint.
The closing ceremony was thankfully unceremonious. The event coordinator just made a quick announcement as we packed up our sites that she was thankful we all came out and made this a success. Joe came to pick me and our stuff up around 7:15am. I was famished and really feeling pretty miserable, so we got a breakfast sandwich from- where else- Starbucks, and then we came home and crashed. While in the car, though, I was able to say that I felt really good about what I had done. In all, I walked over ten miles in one night, danced zumba, and raised money for the broad work of the American Cancer Society. I’d done the right thing by my dad, and I’ll probably do it again.
I slept from 8am to about 4pm, and now here I am. I am still in a lot of pain, and still very hungry, but so very, very proud!