Link Stolen From Volare
"'The Delocator' is a site that helps you find independent alternatives to Starbucks in your neighborhood. So why isn't it called the Starbucks Delocator? Because the San Francisco Art Institute was too scared that Starbucks would come through with the corporate smack-down. Of course this renaming means the site won't show up in google when people search for 'Starbucks', and what's the point if people can't discover it? Carrie McLaren is out to change that: she's launched a google campaign to get people to link to it by its real name, the Starbucks Delocator. Take that chilling effects. Now, get your link on!"
Starbucks Delocator Link
And why, you might ask? Why would this non-coffee drinker get involved in Coffee House Politics?
My own personal vendetta.
I grew up in a small town about a half hour outside of Boston by train. One of the town laws was that they did not allow chains to open up stores there. Sure, if you wanted something in particular, you had to go to the next town over, but it was worth it to keep that nice, small town, community feel.
Back then my grandmother had her own Real Estate Agency in the center of town. It was a pretty little place, right on the corner. I practically lived there as a kid, and have many fond memories of running amuck between the realtors desks, playing with the bin of toys they kept on hand for customer's kids, and drawing little pictures that the realtors kept at their desks for YEARS afterwards. Cause hell, I was the boss's grand daughter.
Needless to say, a couple of years ago when I went and visited my home town, I had already known that my grandmother had closed her office, and I was going to find something other than the beautiful little place I grew up in... but what I did find makes me SO sick to my stomach, I just can't stay quiet.
You guessed it. A fucking Starbucks!
Someone should be shot.
Starbucks Delocator Link
And why, you might ask? Why would this non-coffee drinker get involved in Coffee House Politics?
My own personal vendetta.
I grew up in a small town about a half hour outside of Boston by train. One of the town laws was that they did not allow chains to open up stores there. Sure, if you wanted something in particular, you had to go to the next town over, but it was worth it to keep that nice, small town, community feel.
Back then my grandmother had her own Real Estate Agency in the center of town. It was a pretty little place, right on the corner. I practically lived there as a kid, and have many fond memories of running amuck between the realtors desks, playing with the bin of toys they kept on hand for customer's kids, and drawing little pictures that the realtors kept at their desks for YEARS afterwards. Cause hell, I was the boss's grand daughter.
Needless to say, a couple of years ago when I went and visited my home town, I had already known that my grandmother had closed her office, and I was going to find something other than the beautiful little place I grew up in... but what I did find makes me SO sick to my stomach, I just can't stay quiet.
You guessed it. A fucking Starbucks!
Someone should be shot.