Category Archives: Interesting

His panhandling sign read: “Too ugly to prostitute. Spare some change.”

What happens when you give panhandlers AmEx gift cards with $50 or $75 on them?

Over the past two weeks, I wandered Toronto’s downtown core with five prepaid Visa and MasterCard gift cards, in $50 and $75 denominations, waiting for people to ask for money.

 When they did, I asked them what they needed. A meal at a restaurant, groceries, a new pair of pants, they said. I handed out the cards and asked that they give them back when they’d finished shopping. I either waited at a coffee shop while they shopped or — in the case of those who could not buy what they needed nearby or were reticent about leaving their panhandling post — I said I’d return on another day to pick up the card. That’s when I would reveal that I was a journalist.

Some were unbelieving at first. All were grateful. Some declined the offer. Some who accepted didn’t come back, but those that did had stories to tell.

FYI, the headline of this post is a quote from the article.

First Those Crazy Walking Catfish, and Now This

Having spent roughly 30 years of my life living near the Potomac River I've spent many a day boating and swimming on the river.  (Side note: I've never owned a boat in my life and am a firm believer that boating is best enjoyed when someone else's boat is involved).  I'm having serious doubts about ever swimming in it again for two very good reasons: the presence of the Snakehead, a catfish that can literally walk across land and has rather large teeth, and the fact that an eight-foot bull shark has been caught in the river.   

If you need me you'll find me by the pool.

Moravian Potters

From today's New York Times:

In North Carolina, 18th-century immigrant potters developed signature styles. Quakers from England preferred sunburst motifs on red backgrounds, while German Lutherans and Calvinists specialized in polka dots and stripes on black vessels. Moravians from Bohemia molded green flasks in turtle and owl forms and painted pomegranates and lilies to symbolize Jesus’ wounds and rebirth.

The products were all made near Greensboro. When they are shown together, “it’s going to be such a flood of pattern and color,” said Robert Hunter, a curator of “Art in Clay: Masterworks of North Carolina Earthenware,” now at the Milwaukee Art Museum

About half of the 120 pieces are loans from Old Salem Museums and Gardens in Winston-Salem, N.C., near the sites of Moravian workshops.

Yo, Winston-Salem Folks Interested in Trader Joe’s

All you folks who got together to create the video aimed at convincing Trader Joe's to open a store in Winston-Salem will probably find this Fortune article interesting.  I for one didn't know that the same German family that owns Trader Joe's also owns Aldi.  From the article:

You'd think Trader Joe's would be eager to trumpet its success, but management is obsessively secretive. There are no signs with the company's name or logo at headquarters in Monrovia, about 25 miles east of downtown Los Angeles. Few customers realize the chain is owned by Germany's ultra-private Albrecht family, the people behind the Aldi Nord supermarket empire. (A different branch of the family controls Aldi Süd, parent of the U.S. Aldi grocery chain.) Famous in Germany for not talking to the press, the Albrechts have passed their tightlipped ways on to their U.S. business: Trader Joe's and its CEO, Dan Bane, declined repeated requests to speak to Fortune, and the company has never participated in a major story about its business operations.

Some of that may be because Trader Joe's business tactics are often very much at odds with its image as the funky shop around the corner that sources its wares from local farms and food artisans. Sometimes it does, but big, well-known companies also make many of Trader Joe's products. Those Trader Joe's pita chips? Made by Stacy's, a division of PepsiCo's (PEP, Fortune 500) Frito-Lay. On the East Coast much of its yogurt is supplied by Danone's Stonyfield Farm. And finicky foodies probably don't like to think about how Trader Joe's scale enables the chain to sell a pound of organic lemons for $2.

I love this quote about the "typical" Trader Joe's shopper:

Kevin Kelley, whose consulting firm Shook Kelley has researched Trader Joe's for its competitors, jokes that the typical shopper is the "Volvo-driving professor who could be CEO of a Fortune 100 company if he could get over his capitalist angst."

Can we say Ardmore and West End?

Pressman’s Hat

This piece about newspaper pressmen during the glory days of the newspaper business includes an illustrated guide to making a pressman's hat.  Way cool.

I also like the quotes about newspapers:

"Editor: a person employed by a newspaper, whose business it is to separate the wheat from the chaff, and to see that the chaff is printed." – E. Hubbard.

"I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust."- Charles Baudelaire.

"Advertisements contain the only truths to be relied on in a newspaper." - Thomas Jefferson.

Dignity to the End

Ed Cone linked to this must read article.  Since my Mom doled out my brother's and my responsibilities I've thought a lot about end of life issues (she wisely put him in charge of finances, and, hopefully also wisely, me in charge of the plug).  Really, please read the article as it raises some important questions we need to answer in our society. An excerpt:

People have concerns besides simply prolonging their lives. Surveys of patients with terminal illness find that their top priorities include, in addition to avoiding suffering, being with family, having the touch of others, being mentally aware, and not becoming a burden to others. Our system of technological medical care has utterly failed to meet these needs, and the cost of this failure is measured in far more than dollars. The hard question we face, then, is not how we can afford this system’s expense. It is how we can build a health-care system that will actually help dying patients achieve what’s most important to them at the end of their lives.

Lest you think I'm not serious about my responsibilities based on my use of the flippant phrase "in charge of the plug" you should know that I take it very seriously.  Humor, in my case, is definitely a defense mechanism. In my mind someone's last wishes are just that, and to countermand those wishes for the very selfish reason that you don't want to let go is just plain wrong. On the other hand I don't think any person can really know what they'll do in that situation so I'm also very worried that I won't have the courage to live my convictions.  

One of the reasons I'm concerned about my ability to follow through is that I'm a hopeless believer in the possible. I truly believe that any game can be won with a last-second "Hail Mary."  As the author points out, this can be problematic for those trying to make end of life decisions in today's technologically advanced world:

These days, swift catastrophic illness is the exception; for most people, death comes only after long medical struggle with an incurable condition—advanced cancer, progressive organ failure (usually the heart, kidney, or liver), or the multiple debilities of very old age. In all such cases, death is certain, but the timing isn’t. So everyone struggles with this uncertainty—with how, and when, to accept that the battle is lost. As for last words, they hardly seem to exist anymore. Technology sustains our organs until we are well past the point of awareness and coherence. Besides, how do you attend to the thoughts and concerns of the dying when medicine has made it almost impossible to be sure who the dying even are? Is someone with terminal cancer, dementia, incurable congestive heart failure dying, exactly?

Well, no one said it's supposed to be easy.