Apparently Burger King has decided it’s cheaper to headquarter its business in Canada than the US.

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* cough* single-payer health care * cough *

Add: So… corporate taxes are lower in Canada, even with single-payer health care?!

Kind of puts the lie to the right-wing anti-Obamacare bullshit, doesn’t it?!

Maybe someone ought to tell the Reeps about this.


Wisdom.

Image from goodreads

Image from goodreads


Everyday stereotypes, part one.

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Photo by me

A local publisher (not the one I work for) distributes an “advertiser” style paper here in east central Minnesota. The name of the paper is “The Scotsman.”

Now, I understand where they think they’re going with that. Right or wrong, fairly or unfairly, Scots people have a reputation for frugality. Although, living as I do in a primarily Scandinavian community, let me tell you that the Scots have nothing on the Swedes. As a Swedish co-worker used to say: his people throw nickels around like they’re manhole covers.

So I get where they’re coming from, and I should be flattered I suppose. It’s not the Washington Redskins, after all. But I do wonder: what other nationality’s stereotype would get boldly featured in the masthead of a newspaper? What other culture or heritage would put up with such a thing?

Away an’ bile yer haid, ye wee scunner.

 

 


Song of the night: “Return The Boy” by The Spongetones

I’ve gone on about The Spongetones and their amazing first album “Beat And Torn” at length here already. This is my favorite song from their second album, 1991’s “Oh Yeah!” Written and sung by Jamie Hoover.

The scene’s relaxed, the stories flow
About a time of which I wish I knew you then
Appears so restful when you sing to me
Where does the little boy run off to hide?

He seems so happy and so strong
He seems so uncomplicated
Then he turns into a man that is so sad and jaded
How does this happen to him?
Return the boy

Return the boy
Yeah, the boy in the mirror
He’s inside looking out
He knows the man in the reflection
Can’t look into your eyes like a kid can

Just when I know I can’t go on
A warm hand pinches on my shoulder again
The smiles return, all is forgotten
The little child is knocking on my door again

Why have you been away so long?
The lines of care wash away
Then the lines return into a twisted tangle
Why does this happen to you?
Return the boy

He seems so happy and so strong
He seems so uncomplicated

Return the boy
Yeah, the boy in the mirror
He’s inside looking out
He knows the man in the reflection
Can’t look into your eyes like a kid can


Unbelievably sad to note the passing of Robin Williams.

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Apparent suicide. What a loss. There will never be another like him.

My favorite thing he ever did.


Desert Island Singles: “New Slang” by The Shins (2001)

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Whether you’re in a hometown you can’t stand, have a relationship in your past that you wish had ended better (or not ended at all), or have strange thoughts about the buns from your local bakery, “New Slang” is a song worth knowing more about… If someone never “took to (you) like a gull takes to the wind” it’s not likely to happen in the future, regardless of how much you want it to. This song isn’t full of good cheer, but neither is Hamlet or Macbeth. There’s value in examining the sadder pieces of art. Fortunately, this one comes with a catchy melody. – The Shmoop Editorial Team

“New Slang” could be a lost single from a brilliant, obscure ’60s psych-folk band, while still sounding far ahead of its time. – Charles Spano, Allmusic

A song about boredom and regret and failed relationships, about feeling stuck and dashed hopes. A song about wanting something you will never have, about not wanting to be where you are. A melancholy song with a peppy singalong tune.

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I first heard this song on an episode of “Scrubs,” which featured amazingly good music for a major-network sitcom. It was also in Zach Braff’s first major motion picture “Garden State.” Natalie Portman puts her headphones on Braff and tells him this song will change his life. I had many requests for it on KBEK, and many more listeners who called to ask, “Who is that band?”

From the very first listen I liked how the song speeds up after the fade-out of the last verse. It’s like waking up from a dream. Nice touch, that.

I can’t believe how many reviewers compare this to Simon and Garfunkel. That never occurred to me.

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
Only I don’t know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet I was when we met
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you’d ‘a took to me like a gull takes to the wind
Well, I’d ‘a jumped from my tree
And I’d ‘a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries
Hope it’s right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head’s to the wall and I’m lonely.

And if you’d ‘a took to me like a gull takes to the wind
Well, I’d ‘a jumped from my tree
And I’d ‘a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn
May they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns ’til they melt away.

I’m looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?

And if you’d ‘a took to me like
I’d ‘a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would ‘a fared well.


“If I Only Had A Shot”

Photo by Laura Martin

Photo by Laura Martin

My friend Laura Martin (read her blog, folks, it’s awesome) recently was given a nifty souvenir gift: a “Wizard Of Oz” collectible shot glass.

Of course, you know I can’t just let this alone.

“If I Only Had A Shot”

I could while away the hours
Imbibing whisky sours
From bottles that I bought
When I can’t read the label
I’ll be slumpin’ on the table
If I only had a shot

I’ll be clever, I’ll be witty
I’ll chat up a girl who’s pretty
And tell her that she’s hot
Though I know at the closin’
I’ll be in the corner dozin’
If I only had a shot

Oh, I
Am one smooth guy
I’ll dance with every lass
I can bust a move while sippin’ from my glass
And then I fall
Right on my ass

I’m enjoying this libation
Ignoring moderation
Without a sober thought
But I won’t feel so spiffy
When I’m crouchin’ by the biffy
If I only had a shot


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