Saturday Morning Link

This funny man named Mike Daisey went to see a couple of bands in September. I so wish I could have been there.

I’m going to buy some cheese now. Not for me, though, for a wedding. Oh yes, I always give cheese as a wedding gift. Everyone gives waffle irons or gift cards to The Bay. Married people need cheese.

I have not had any cheese ANY! in 11 days. And you know, it’s not the no dairy that’s killing me, it’s the no dairy and no wheat. What the fucking else is there? Even if I was avoiding only cheese, at least I could still have pasta with vegetables. Or pasta with olive oil. Or pasta with tomato sauce. But rice noodles? They only taste good with certain vegetables (not artichoke hearts, in case you’re wondering). And you can’t have rice with tomato sauce. It’s just wrong. I actually mixed chick peas and corn the other day, put the mess on some corn chips & baked it. Ha ha! I’m eating nachos!

The strike ended temporarily (maybe we’ll get to strike again around Christmas! Hooray! Who could scowl at a picketer wearing a santa hat?) and yesterday we all went stunned back to work and stared at our desks and each other for 8 hours and then went home. I was dressed to picket, as was my co-worker, so it was fabulous that we got to shake hands with a bunch of Head Honchos, including the boss of our boss. Smash the state with sneakers. Aw yeah.