"A guy who calls himself Mister PeePee set a goal of masturbating in every Starbucks in New York City, then photographing the results. Don't believe it? You can listen to this self-described 'big fan of Starbucks' discuss his plans — in detail — on a podcast, and read his results on Twitter."

Beautiful downtown Pittsburgh is preparing for the G20 onslaught in every way imaginable. We will also get to see, unfortunately, how the protests on the left are as scattershot and inchoate as this summer's town hall protests have been from the right. This here, for instance, is the kind of sophisticated commentary about Sarah Palin, arctic wolves, or foxes, or whatever, and also international super-prisons hat is actually coherent when you are high but makes you look like a huge moronic spaz in public while you are coming down. READ MORE

Starbucks is getting some assistance in its attempt to streamline processes: "To help her understand how work can be done more efficiently, Kim Landreth, a member of the lean team, brought a Mr. Potato Head to Ms. Jordan's store and sprinkled the ears, nose, lips and other accessories across several tables. Using a stop watch, Ms. Landreth timed how long it took Ms. Jordan to assemble the toy and place it in its box. It took more than a minute. Ms. Landreth asked her to think about how she could complete the task faster. Moving items closer together shaved time, as did altering the order of assembly. Over two hours, Ms. Jordan amended the task. Her final time: about 16 seconds. 'That really opened my eyes,' she says."

I had some work to do this morning that was not going to get done if I sat at home, what with the many potential distractions of television, Nintendo DS, staring out the window, grouting the bathroom tile, etc., so I forced myself out of the apartment and stepped into a Starbucks, where I got myself situated in a corner with a couple of ice coffees and plugged in my battery. I had been so consumed by my own concerns over doing what I needed to do that I didn't notice there was something unusual happening until I saw another adapter plugged into the outlet next to mine. It was connected to an unattended laptop which, it turned out, belonged to a gentleman sitting on the ground next to the sugar and napkin island a few feet away. He was speaking very slowly and methodically on his cellphone. It quickly became clear that he was talking to the police. READ MORE