But our dear friends at the New York Times have pushed me to the edge. Again. Trope pointed out this article in today's times, about life's little annoyances or whatever. In it, Ian Urbina writes:
But even on less coordinated levels, shared frustration is often the augur of countercultural trends. Mr. Shepsle said he took great solace in discovering his irritations with Starbucks' lingo summed up on a popular T-shirt in Chicago. The shirt, which mocks the pretentiousness of a certain Chicago neighborhood, features two names. Next to Lincoln Park it says "Tall, Grande, Venti." Next to Wicker Park it says "Small, Medium, Large."
Now I don't know Mr. Shepsle from Adam, but I do know those shirts. They're from Letizia's Natural Bakery at Division and Leavitt. Letizia is an Italian immigrant and energetic proponent of cooking with butter. Her other big selling T says "Don't Partially Hydrogenate Me." Her son, Fabio, baked our wedding cake and was good enough to open the premises to all us neighborhood Kerry supporters for public debate-viewing and fundraising. He made a passionate speech about how he became a citizen so he could vote, how sad it was that people don't participate.
And their cookies are great.
So hey, Paper of Record, give them some credit. And please, write an article sometime about something I know about that doesn't contain a factual error or omission. Okay? Just one.