This time last year Annie and I cut our wedding cake. Today, per tradition, we ate a piece of that frozen cake…It still tastes pretty sweet.
We both can’t wait until next year when we’ll celebrate as three….
I doubt that my recent experience contacting Patagonia had much to do with their decision to list the country of origins of all their products online, but it couldn’t have hurt.
The engaged consumer in me jumped for joy when I read the recent announcement on their blog The Cleanest Line:
…Making our factory list public directly addressed customer concerns about Patagonia’s adherence to socially responsible manufacturing. But it opened the door for the next big question, “If Patagonia is looking for full transparency, why not publish the country of origin for each product in the printed and on-line catalogs?”
We’re happy to announce that we’re doing exactly that…
In the past, we responded to a different customer demand about the origin of our products. The message then was clear:…
You must GO HERE NOW, you birdwatching pervert, you.
Dave Barry on the Bird Porn protesters at the DNC, too….
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPN4A8d62cA[/youtube]
Is there anything sexier than women working in a garment factory?
Apparently there is: Women wearing revealing bikinis working in a garment factory?
This is perhaps the most offensive ad campaign ever, not to mention, just plain dumb.
At Ecko Manufacturing we do things differently, we make jeans with love.
And just look at our employees! This is manufacturing on an entirely new level. We only hire the sexiest women on the planet because as everyone knows, hot girls make great clothes. Ecko MFG supplies the world with denim of unsurpassed quality. Every pair of jeans comes to the customer from the gentle, smooth hands of a highly skilled employee, who has injected every inch of the garment with love.
Love, sex, and jeans. What else do you need,…
Does anyone use the categories to the right to browse WAIW?’s content? If so, speak now or forever hold your peace.
I’m thinking about chucking 90% of the categories. I think there might be too many of them to make them useful, plus they push the recent comments to the middle of the page….
I’m back!
Since I last posted I’ve had one of the worst face plants of my life water-skiing, watched Obama’s historical acceptance spectacle in person, was a VIP at a party hosted by South Dakota’s Democrats, drove through Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Kansas, Missouri (worst Taco Bell ever! traffic wasn’t much better), and Kentucky, was insulted by a toll booth operator, and much more.
I’ll probably address some of these things later, but for now there’s a couch calling my name….
Notice I wrote to the DNC, not into the DNC. See, I don’t have tickets. I’ll be one of tens of thousands trekking to Denver ticketless to be in the noise.
I probably won’t be posting a lot here, but you can follow me on Twitter.
Why would anyone travel 1,000 miles from Indiana to do such a thing?
Personally, I think it will make for an interesting story. I’ve gone a heck of a lot farther in pursuit of interesting stories. This blog for instance.
I tried to get a press pass, but I was about 5 months too late. Here’s how I described it to Jared, traveling partner for the next week and – for our purposes here – a very experienced photojournalist:
I called the DNC….
Last night Annie sat up at a start when I woke her on the couch.
“What day is it?” she said, as if the answer would have life or death importance.
“It’s Sunday.”
“Oh.”…
My shorts: Redeemed!
How much does it mean to me? It’s 4:39am and I’m wearing my shorts, proud as can be. In a way, I think I deserve some of the credit.
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