Tuesday, 15. August 2006, 12:33:27
Globalization, working
...but it seems that several people have died bottling it.
Coca Cola is what this is about. It seems that Coke doesn't like workers' unions inside its bottling facilities. That's not new. I don't know of any megacorp that does encourage its workers to unite and fight for their rights. Yet, Coke has always been a pioneering megacorp in shaping tomorrows megacorp ethics.
Disliking workers' unions is a thing of the past. Undoing union leaders and organizers is the future. It seems that Coke has a lot more in mind than just projecting its logo on the Moon.

You can find all the info here. If, after reading that, you somehow find the Coke taste a bit weird, do not panic. Just do not drink it. The worst thing that may happen to you is loosing one or two pounds.
(The weird part of the story is that I found this and several other TODOs while just floating around Mr. Stallman's page. Yes, the guy that wrote some of the best (and free) software packages around. Pass by his page. It's impossible to leave unimpressed.)
Sunday, 23. July 2006, 08:30:40
Globalization, working
I thought a lot. I searched even more. My old adidas died and I needed a successor pair of sneakers. Yet, I knew they wouldn't be adidas due to Mrs Naomi Klein. So, I went hunting for decent sneakers and I wanted them to conform to 2 conditions:
1. They had to be a make that I knew and wasn't connected with dirty marketing, child labor and all.
2. They had to been made in a country with normal working legislature, that is in normal factories by normal workers that got paid a normal wage.
My old adidas unhappily led my steps to a lot of stores. For the last time we faced together the baffled faces of numerous salesmen and saleswomen. Yet, the outcome was always the same. "No, sir. Everything is made in countries that aren't famous for their working legislature". Gee, man. First class expensive Nikes and the like were made under the same conditions with (way much cheaper) makes that I'd never heard off.
My old adidas were chuckling through their hole and I seemed to be eligible for the sucker-customer-of-the-year contest. It also seemed like this battle was lost...
At last I pointed to a pair of unknown make sneakers made-in-only-God-knows. A choice that left me with some money in my pocket and my old adidas with a permanent giggle.
The devil inside me was whispering to my ear to get an mp3 player with the rest of the money but luckily my eye fell on an article of a local free magazine (LIFO) that said how iPods are made. I said to my devil to go fuck himself and I declared the end of shopping therapy session.

Who made the snickers I'm wearing? I bet an unhappy man or woman. I also bet that he/she didn't put a smile in them and I can't blame him/her for that. Yet, without any smile in them how will I fly in them?Credit: Original
image.