commented on New I-522 Ads on the Air
It isn't necessary for either side to talk about science, because this initiative has nothing to do with science. Our food is labeled with all sorts of things--salt, sugar and fat content, a few minerals and vitamins, a full list of ingredients, and frequently a lot of cross-promotional stuff along with whatever marketable health claims the manufacturer can get away with. Labeling GE food is just that: a law about labeling. Not an examination of the possible pros or cons of using them, or developing new ones.
commented on To All Those Who Say Fast-Food Workers Should Just Get Better Jobs
Something that gets me every time I read articles about part-time work: I was a retail manager for about a decade, and when I worked for chains, I was consistently told to keep people's hours under 32/week, because we might have to provide benefits if the person worked full-time. Keep the hours low even for my best employees. Even if those best employees had said they were available for full-time hours and I knew they could use the money. It was apparently a better choice to hire two or three less-than-wonderful people for 13 hours a week than one great full-time worker.
Anyway. The bottom tier of wages should be higher. And CEOs should think about the human cost of their bonuses.
commented on Drive-By Shooting at Medical Pot Dispensary in South Seattle
I live a couple blocks north of CCHH--it was quite a number of shots yesterday, and just on the volume alone it was pretty startling. The corner of Rainier/Pearl/39th Ave has its share of gun/knife/car prowl/mugging issues aside from the pot shops. It also has its share of lovely human beings.
commented on Do You Love Ice Cream and Hate GMOs?
Dr. Bronner's will be in town for Hempfest. And it's not a soap truck; it's four cars decked out like various GE crops, which will be sticking around post-Hempfest until voting day in November (I was recently talking to Bronner's PR people about this for my job).
commented on The Worst Jobs We’ve Ever Had
One summer in high school I worked in a pet store, cleaning the animal cages, including the aquariums. One morning I came in to an entire cage full of dead finches (never any explanation, apparently "it just happens to finches"); another day I was bitten by the resident parrot. I regularly got a mouth full of gross fish-poopy aquarium water because the little suction device I used to clean the tanks required mouth suction to start.
Other worst job: conducting customer surveys for a local hospital group via phone. Not bad for the most part, but at least twice a night I'd hear a horrible tale about a diagnosis or treatment gone wrong that resulted in death, maiming or unnecessarily long recovery. This one wasn't physically demanding, just emotionally scarring.