Tuesday, July 22, 2014

breath deep, but think in the shallow end

The City of San Jose, California, increased their minimum wage by 25% in a single jump, back in March of 2013.

It went from $8 to $10 overnight with a cost-of-living increase every year after that. The restaurant business was assured they would see no meaningful impact. 

So how are they adapting a year later?
Most are not. 

Two out of every three, 66% raised their prices and sales dropped.

Almost 45%-- nearly half, cut their employees hours so they could not earn more take home pay.

The real damage was in staff: more than four out of every ten restaurants affected laid people off. 

Some who had a job at $8 now have no job at all. 

San Francisco announced it intends to follow, but to $15 instead.

At $15 an hour plus insurances and sick leave, a new mini is paid-for in less than 19 hours and then all the rest, year-in year-out is profit. 

A law can’t simply demand restaurant patrons pay more... unless there is another law requiring you to buy.

If raising wages were an effective way to address poverty we would just raise minimum wage to forty bucks and eliminate poverty altogether. 

Wouldn’t we?

In other news, California places 7 in the top 10 worst air-polluted cities in the country.

Bad air apparently makes it tough to think.


Monday, July 21, 2014

nice ring to it


Happy Monday!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

family that preys together

News, reflection worthy, out of Ukraine.

As you know, Malaysia Flight 17 crashed there after being targeted by a surface to air missile, spreading debris over a long 10 mile swath of countryside.
But you might not know local authorities were unable to secure the site in time.
So the locals stripped luggage and the bodies of their valuables, mostly cash and phones and credit cards.
Said a photojournalist on the scene: 
"There isn't a single cellphone, wallet with money or camera to be found in any handbag or on the bodies. It's like they all mysteriously disappeared overnight."

Good times.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

imma grammer na7i

slice of life

Gennaro Lombardi, an immigrant from Naples, opened a Little Italy grocery in 1897 that grew into America’s first pizzeria.

One of his employees, Antonio Totonno Pero, began making pizza to sell in the grocery but most folks could not afford the 5cents it took to buy the whole pie.

It was Tontonno’s genius to begin asking folks what they could afford, then cutting them slices in keeping with their offers. 

Business took off and never looked back. Today there are over 400 places to get a slice in New York City.

By 1924 Totonno left Lombardi and opened Totonno’s in Coney Island with a coal brick oven, and the New York style of pizza was a thing.

New Yorker’s fold their slices, 
then pick them up with their hands.

You gotta know when to fold ‘em.


Have a great vacation in Italy, Mr. Mayor.

Friday, July 18, 2014

case of shingles

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face. 
(Up on the roof)

I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space. 
(Up on the roof)

On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
And there, the world below can't bother me.

Let me tell you now.

When I come home feeling tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet. 
(Up on the roof)

I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street 
(Up on the roof)

On the roof's the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Let's go up on the roof 
(Up on the roof)

At night, the stars put on a show for free
And, darling, you can share it all with me.

I keep-a tellin' you.

Right smack dab in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's trouble-proof. 
(Up on the roof)

And if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two up on the roof. 
(Up on the roof)

Up on the roof (Up on the roof)
Oh, come on, baby (Up on the roof)


Oh, come on, honey (Up on the roof)
Everything is all right. 
(Up on the roof)

Thursday, July 17, 2014

hunter college

“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself. 

Who is the happier man?

He who has braved the storm of life and lived?

 Or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”