Thursday, July 12, 2007

Starbucks Stargood

Here's a pic of a flower...obviously. What is special about it is that it was grown from within a piece of felt. On my last birthday, my Uncle and Aunt gave me a Starbucks giftcard. Inside the little cardboard giftcard holder, there was a piece of pink felt. (By the way, I know that it's probably a big waste of paper and supplies to offer those giftcard holders, but I really like them. You used to get a giftcard that was just a plastic card all by its self, but now they feel fancy and like to person that bought it put some extra thought into it.) There was also a little note with the pink felt that stated the felt contained seeds of wildflowers within and you would only need to plant the felt, water it and voila...flowers! So in late April, bury it in dirt I did, and now look at the pretty little flower that has come to life on my porch after waiting patiently in a piece of felt on the counter at a local Starbucks. Some people don't like Starbucks, feeling that the place is some sort of monopoly, but how can you hate them after seeing this.


On a different topic, I just got back from Phoenix and it was probably around 110º everyday, so basically hot cha cha. However, every time you tell someone that you'll be going to a desert region and it'll be hot or someone is coming or going there, they chime in with "But it's a dry heat." Ok, it's a dry heat. You know what, it's a dry heat in my oven too, but when it gets over 100º it really doesn't matter if it's a dry heat, a wet heat or a cold heat....it's HOT! If you're on fire, it doesn't matter if you are wet or dry, humid or not...it's HOT! Just my two cents. By the way, it was hot in Phoenix. I think that people say that whole "But it's a dry heat" thing because they've heard it their whole life and just repeat it like a Pavlovian dog salivating at the bell. Just like when you tell someone you're going to the baseball game and they have to say "Oh, hotdogs always taste better at the ball game." Do they? You mean a hotdog that's probably been sitting in dirty, hot water for hours, then thrown on a grill for a few seconds before they slap it in a folded piece of bread they call a bun, then drown in toppings so you really don't taste it? That one? It must be the atmosphere that makes it taste great.

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