Sunday, May 13, 2007
Inspired by Vente
I spent $29.00 at Starbucks this morning. For two coffee Vente's, three scones, two orange juices. Oh, and I bought a CD compilation of some new and upcoming artists from the music kiosk.
I am such a freaking yuppie freak, hopeless. I will need to repent for my actions, my spontaneous purchase of goods and services directed at my demographic from corporate giant coffee and lifestyle injector chains. Why should I have fallen victim? I refuse to conform to this sort of thing, so I am not to shave for a week and will wear a tie die t-shirt shirt through the halls of Plaza Frontenac for an hour, in an effort to save myself from infection (and to look for a new Polo button down).
I don't shop, especially at Frontenac. This weeks mountain bike race will have to adequately stitch the patch, the fabric of grassrooting in to what has become my white picket fenced porch front, if you get what I am sayin. And since we are going to the in-laws country club for dinner tonight, the muddy race in the woods will have to be balance enough--my "just being" for the week, if you will. It is a struggle, the balance, but I am making progress. I hope the kayak doesn't fall over and hit the 528i. I had a bad dream about that.
I was reading my Starbuck's Vente cup. And I quote:
"In reality, hell is not such an intention of God as it is an invention of man. God is love and people are precious. Authentic truth is not so much taught or learned as it is remembered. Somewhere in your pre-incarnate consciousness you were loved absolutely because you "were". Loved absolutely, and in reality, you still are! Remember who you are!"
-Bishop Carlton Pearson
Author, speaker, spiritual leader and recording artist.
And there it was, just below the quote in smaller print:
This is the Author's opinion, not necessarily that of Starbuck's. to read more or respond, go to www.starbucks.come/wayseeit
So you see, conformation is mainstream and important to fishnets like Starbucks, for reasons of political neutrality, liability and for the "we are kind of authentic" target market.
Happy Mothers Day Mom, Janie, Joanie! And Kathryn too, who watches over the old mothers. I love you.