In a land where almost two million people died through war and hunger, Gne Kom’ Sorth’s story is unexceptional. On the day she was born her father was murdered by the Khmer Rouge. The young girl grew up in a terrifying environment involving dances with death through minefields as she fled between villages. But now, thirty years on, Gne Kom is fulfilling the vow made to the dad she never knew by helping to bring joy to the very fields that witnessed so…
I would have guessed the exact opposite to be true – that we’re twice as promiscuous as the Chinese. China, while modernizing at an alarming rate, seems to be a very traditional culture that is heavily concerned with face….
I briefly mentioned Patagonia’s Footprint Chronicles this weekend. The FC follows a few of their items from design to material sourcing to factory to consumer to recycling. Today, I revisited the site and realized that it was even cooler than I thought it was.
If you click on the pictures, you can view a slideshow or a video. They interview workers and managers at factories, talk about the process of producing the apparel, and even what the factory and the jobs mean to the country and the workers. I was blown away when I discovered this. I didn’t realize that any company had gone to such great lengths to introduce us, not only to the manufacturing process of their products, but, to the workers…
Last week my agent sent out the Where am I wearing? book proposal to a number of editors, one of whom happened to work as Eric Clapton’s editor, which, you know, is super cool. I may be a bit premature in imagining sipping a drink at the publishing house’s cocktail party talking with EC, but I can’t help it…
Me: That Layla is some song.
Me: We named one of our dogs Layla. She liked to roll in poop and sometimes she did that crazy dog thing where she would drag her butt across the ground. In fact, sometimes she drug her butt on our concrete block.
But seriously, I’m realistically maintaining my level of hope. I’m cautiously pessimistic. This has served me well…
When I was kid she was much shapelier. Now, she’s as flat as a pancake.
There are only two reasons why they could have disappeared (none of which is that she is old and gravity plays on such things – because Mrs. Butterworth is ageless):
1) Economics – Pinnacle Food Company, which produces Mrs. Butterworth, decided that they could make a greater profit if they flattened her out, thus robbing consumers of two D-cups of her sweet nectar.
2) Prudishness – After decades of children and adult alike fondling the syrup maven, our culture cannot handle inanimate objects with anatomy.
Banished by corporate greed or by our ultra-conservative culture, Mrs. Butterworth’s boobs are gone.
Patagonia is an outdoor clothing company that has stuck to its guns over the years. Their quality is at a premium and so is their price. The stuff just ain’t cheap. They understand that producing goods impacts our world and they try their best to lower that impact and to educate their customers how they can lower their own. They don’t shy away from telling people where their goods are sourced, in fact, they have a map showing the global journey a few of their products take before they end up in our closet….
…an undercover Observer investigation in the back streets of New Delhi, reveal a tragic consequence of the West’s demand for cheap clothing. It exposes how, despite Gap’s rigorous social audit systems launched in 2004 to weed out child labour in its production processes, the system is being abused by unscrupulous subcontractors. The result is that children, in this case working in conditions close to slavery, appear to still be making some of its clothes.
Oh, that’s why the factories hated to see me coming. Now I get it. I thought that maybe I had bad breath, something in my teeth, or some other hygiene related issues. Here it turns out that journalists are bad news for factories that employ child labor.
I raided my photo archive from the WAIW? trip and set it to Gary Jules’ Mad World and U2’s Yahweh. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get either one of them to play for me so I had to do it myself. Don’t worry, I don’t sing. This is more of a beginner guitar player’s shot at spoken word.
In 2003 I spent the night alone in Castle Dracula and it has kind of become a blogging tradition that each Halloween I share the experience. You can READ THE STORY YOURSELF or…I’LL READ IT TO YOU. (Warning: I perform my own music and sound effects!)
The main issue tends to be that Horseshoe Falls of Niagara Falls, which appears for about a second, is pictured and it belongs to Canada. The shot is from the Canadian side overlooking the falls with the USA in the background. The only thing more ridiculous than owning a waterfall is owning half a waterfall.
Yes, the particular half pictured is owned by Canada, but seeing how this is Tourist propaganda and Niagara Falls is a popular destination for…