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Stupide ignorante bæster

Denne her, som jeg fandt gennem bertramonline skal også citeres her på stedet. Gid det var undtagelsen og ikke reglen:

Speaking of a unified world, one of my American students confided in me after a trip abroad “they don’t seem to have a cafe culture in Italy, do they?” “What?,” I stammered. “Well, I didn’t see a single Starbucks all the time I was there.”

Skræmmende.

I'm pretty much in love with a data. Or, the knowledge we can extract from it. Or, rather, the better decisions that can be made based on said knowledge.I hold a M.Sc in Sociology a MA in Historical Social Enquiry (Social History + Historical Sociology + Global Development), and work as Information Management Lead at the International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies. I guess you can call me a Computational Sociologist of Global Development and Humanitarian Action. No less.That's pretty much it, really.

  1. Ligeså skræmmende som den sjællænder, der spurgte kæresten til en af de udstationerede Grundfos folk, hvor vi så køber vores tøj ovre i Jylland.

    Starbucks = cafe
    My arse
    Starbucks = god kaffe
    Den er god nok

  2. Hehehe. Mennesker uden horisont. Alle burde egentlig være lige som mig mig mig. Undtagen dem, jeg selv skal snakke med, selvfølgelig – jeg ville ikke kunne holde mig ud ret lang tid ad gangen. Men ellers…

    Starbucks er et fantastisk sted at få sin koffeintørst stillet, det er der ingen tvivl om, men at anse som dem som den eneste café verden har at byde på!?! Tsk tsk tsk.

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