Notable & Quotable
"To what can our life on earth be likened?
To a flock of geese,
alighting on the snow.
Sometimes leaving a trace of their passage."
~ Su Shi
The Real Thing
Quick, what is this a picture of?
OK, most of my friends know me – I am not a major soda drinker. Every now and then, I may indulge – usually when at a restaurant and the other options are dismal.
Sometimes though, I want a real Coke.
Not Diet, not New Coke, not Coke Zero… I mean The Real Thing, the Coca-Cola Classic. Can’t beat it!
The thing is, I remember what Coke used to taste like. C’mon, if you’re over a certain age, you know what I mean. Does it taste the same these days?
The folks at Coca-Cola will try to tell you it does. A lot of folks would say the same. And ummm….
Baloney!
The thing is, somewhere along the line, Coke started making their product with corn syrup. Now I’m not jumping on the Corn-Syrup-Is-The-Devil bandwagon, but… it don’t taste the same!
But… Coke products made in Mexico still have that all important little ingredient called “sugar” – as in “Pure Cane Sugar”.
Oh yeah!
So…
There I am indulging in a rare treat – Mexican food from the local taco shop. Don’t knock it, it’s good!
And after I order, I see the cooler full of bottles…I reached over and grabbed one, asking the guy at the counter to add it to my bill…
Poor guy, he’s looking at the crazy gringa in his shop and tells me, “Um, miss, they’re from Mexico, is OK?”
At which point, I’m thinking: yes, and that is exactly why I want the thing!
Then he proceeds to ask me if I need it opened, because they’re not twist caps. Umm… nope. I have a bottle opener at home thanks!
And oh, did that Coke taste good!
It’s a little trip down memory lane… and having had both the modern-day, US-market Coke and the Mexican-made product, all I can say is….
It’s the Real Thing!
I’ve recently gone through some major upheavals in my life. The last few years seem to have been leading me to this place where I now am…
A series of events has led to a drastic change of situation.
I’ve left the house. I’m in an apartment on my own.
Alone.
And not at all upset about it, either. In fact, I’m rather enjoying it.
In fact, it’s time to pursue those things that are meaningful to me.
And so, there it is, the brief version of what’s been going on in the life of Roxy.
Future installments will include charming and uplifting topics like, “Manipulative Men, Breaking the Cycle” and “I refuse to be a victim!”
Photo courtesy of mmagallan
Guess what this means...
Yeah, OK, so it’s a small, messy pile of unorganized wires and cables and such…
But what does it all mean?
Once again, the strange things I do for work….
Girl-a-go-go
A recent weekend found me dressed to the nines, sipping quality tequila and struggling to hear and be heard over the thump-thumping of the DJ while smiling, laughing and otherwise carrying on and watching the cute young go-go dancer gyrate away…
Nah, I wasn’t clubbing. Not really anyway…
What was I doing? Working.
Work that night involved the already mentioned club scene, and it also involved driving a Bentley up to Scottsdale….
Yeah, you can hate me now…
Yep, that's me....
July 2007
