Friday, March 21, 2008
Good Friday at The Restaurant
Since when did Good Friday become so commercialized.
I guess when wall mart came about and Christmas started in October.
You would think they have commercialized every holiday they could. Christmas is now three months early, Thanksgiving has its days of crazed out shoppers all hoped up on star bucks and energy drinks, but Good Friday? Really?
Today, if you were into the hip social seen, then you know what I was talking about. Any good devote Christian gave up their meaningless sacrifices like french fries or fast food in general, to represent the sacrifice that Jesus went through millenniums ago. So today, everyone comes out in their designer fashions and overpriced luxury gas hogging vehicles, and runs off my good tipping regular Friday lunch crowd. Which directly affected me, because now I am working all day, running my rear end off, trying to appease the nine tables I have of angry wannabe high class snobs. Get over yourself people.
Lets get back to the real meaning of Good Friday. In short, Good Friday is a day that followers of Christian religions observe in remembrance of the suffering and pain that Jesus was put through for the sake of humanity. Jesus did not go down to the classiest restaurant that he could afford, spend two hours discussing politics and entertainment television, and then tip ten percent to his server. So why would any true believer of such a religion follow this form of worship?
Don't get me all wrong. I have no faith that I will claim I belong to. And I have absolutely nothing against the Christian church, some of their views I like, even live by. But if you truly followed your faith, would this not be a day that you went to your service, and spent the rest of the holiday worshiping and try to get a better understand of his sacrifice? Would you give up french fries for lent, or maybe something more old school like a vow of silence?
Don't let your faith be cheapened by clever advertising and gaining rank in your social class. Celebrate the way you should and let the rest of the world go F itself.
I guess when wall mart came about and Christmas started in October.
You would think they have commercialized every holiday they could. Christmas is now three months early, Thanksgiving has its days of crazed out shoppers all hoped up on star bucks and energy drinks, but Good Friday? Really?
Today, if you were into the hip social seen, then you know what I was talking about. Any good devote Christian gave up their meaningless sacrifices like french fries or fast food in general, to represent the sacrifice that Jesus went through millenniums ago. So today, everyone comes out in their designer fashions and overpriced luxury gas hogging vehicles, and runs off my good tipping regular Friday lunch crowd. Which directly affected me, because now I am working all day, running my rear end off, trying to appease the nine tables I have of angry wannabe high class snobs. Get over yourself people.
Lets get back to the real meaning of Good Friday. In short, Good Friday is a day that followers of Christian religions observe in remembrance of the suffering and pain that Jesus was put through for the sake of humanity. Jesus did not go down to the classiest restaurant that he could afford, spend two hours discussing politics and entertainment television, and then tip ten percent to his server. So why would any true believer of such a religion follow this form of worship?
Don't get me all wrong. I have no faith that I will claim I belong to. And I have absolutely nothing against the Christian church, some of their views I like, even live by. But if you truly followed your faith, would this not be a day that you went to your service, and spent the rest of the holiday worshiping and try to get a better understand of his sacrifice? Would you give up french fries for lent, or maybe something more old school like a vow of silence?
Don't let your faith be cheapened by clever advertising and gaining rank in your social class. Celebrate the way you should and let the rest of the world go F itself.
Labels: college, friday, good, restaurant
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Chinese Buffet
So I went to a Chinese buffet tonight, and was thoroughly disappointed.
What happened to the enormous pile of questionable food laid out in front of you. This buffet had no day old sushi, no ice cream machine that hasn't been cleaned out since it was bought, not even a Chinese person in the building. What the hell people? Chinese food is the staple of a college student's diet, it is right up there with beer.
All I asked for was to eat about six plates of unidentifiable meats and then top it off with some way too soft ice cream, and maybe some old jello for only seven bucks. This place cost me ten, and all the food was politely labeled so you could tell what you were eating. The deserts seemed fresh. Not one item on this buffet seemed like it would give me such bad gas, that my girlfriend would leave the room in disgust.
Come on Chinese buffet owners. Americans go to these places to get away from all the fancy health codes and carb friendly menus. We want our old Chinese buffet back. The one we went to as a kid after ball games, and as a result, anyone who went would not only be hungry in an hour, but also be on the toilet for another two days trying to get rid of the stuff.
Don't let advertising get the better of you, support the hole in wall Chinese place you are scared to go into because the people are always screaming about something. This is America, have some patriotism and give your money to the Chinese
What happened to the enormous pile of questionable food laid out in front of you. This buffet had no day old sushi, no ice cream machine that hasn't been cleaned out since it was bought, not even a Chinese person in the building. What the hell people? Chinese food is the staple of a college student's diet, it is right up there with beer.
All I asked for was to eat about six plates of unidentifiable meats and then top it off with some way too soft ice cream, and maybe some old jello for only seven bucks. This place cost me ten, and all the food was politely labeled so you could tell what you were eating. The deserts seemed fresh. Not one item on this buffet seemed like it would give me such bad gas, that my girlfriend would leave the room in disgust.
Come on Chinese buffet owners. Americans go to these places to get away from all the fancy health codes and carb friendly menus. We want our old Chinese buffet back. The one we went to as a kid after ball games, and as a result, anyone who went would not only be hungry in an hour, but also be on the toilet for another two days trying to get rid of the stuff.
Don't let advertising get the better of you, support the hole in wall Chinese place you are scared to go into because the people are always screaming about something. This is America, have some patriotism and give your money to the Chinese
Labels: america, buffet, chinese, college, school
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Are All History Professors This Bad?
Its the first beautiful day of the year. The sun is shinning happily down, with a slight warm breeze coming from the south, and I am stuck in this three hour class. The walls are white, the fluorescent lightning is making everyone seem ghostly, and my teacher has completely lost everybody in the class on what is going on.
"Alright class, today we will cover the Great Depression through WWII." My under enthusiastic professor exclaims. I believe even he, the man who devoted his life to the better half of American history, is ready to take a leap from our second story window. The guy next to me just started drooling on his overpriced and underused textbook. This is only fifteen minutes after class has started.
Now last semester I had an amazing history professor. I might have had the man's babies if that were possible, I mean this guy made the most boring subject seem like prime time television. You would walk out of his class and have an entire new understanding on your own culture and heritage. This class was amazing, he could have charged admissions to it.
Of course, as my luck goes, I can see the sun fading away as well as half of my classmates. A few people have walked out, someone in the back has started surfing the net for anything more interesting. And I decide to close my eyes and catch up on the sleep I missed by partying the night before.
Its history people, I can read about it later.
"Alright class, today we will cover the Great Depression through WWII." My under enthusiastic professor exclaims. I believe even he, the man who devoted his life to the better half of American history, is ready to take a leap from our second story window. The guy next to me just started drooling on his overpriced and underused textbook. This is only fifteen minutes after class has started.
Now last semester I had an amazing history professor. I might have had the man's babies if that were possible, I mean this guy made the most boring subject seem like prime time television. You would walk out of his class and have an entire new understanding on your own culture and heritage. This class was amazing, he could have charged admissions to it.
Of course, as my luck goes, I can see the sun fading away as well as half of my classmates. A few people have walked out, someone in the back has started surfing the net for anything more interesting. And I decide to close my eyes and catch up on the sleep I missed by partying the night before.
Its history people, I can read about it later.
Labels: boring, college, history, profressor, school
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