Mexican Coke: The 'Real Thing?':

"Mexican Coke is selling like crazy bro, and I can't keep up," says Rudy Mendoza of El Gordo Taqueria on Main Street. Last week the 20-something Mendoza, Salinas born and bred, was cursing the underground distributor under his breath as the slightly green tinted bottles, with the words "Hecho en Mexico," started to disappear from his refrigerator.

In somewhat of a conundrum, the Atlanta-based Coca-Cola Co. has condemned the recent imports across the country as a form of "bootlegging."

But at the same time the company has recognized that it would be remiss if it overlooked the Mexican pop craze, which is why it is now buying Coca-Cola in bottles from Mexico and importing them to Texas and Southern California, two of the largest Mexican markets in the country, according to Mart Martin, a spokesman for Coca-Cola's North American division in Atlanta.

"We believe that the appeal of Mexican Coke is as much about nostalgia as it is about anything," says Martin. "It's like getting a piece of home in a bottle. You can't deny the fact that it's in a tall glass bottle, something you just can't find in most parts of the United States."

But it's the "same exact product," and Mexican bottlers are buying the ingredients straight from the company, says Martin.

"It's not like they're stirring it up in some backyard," he adds. "Coke is Coke is Coke."
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Yet there is one kicker, and it's a fairly large one: Mexican Coke may contain the same secret syrup, but its sweetener is entirely different.

It's made from sugar cane, not corn syrup.

hmmmm. why is it that all day when there were many poaple working and I could go, I didn't have to. Now that I am by myself, I can barely contain myself? oh well... at least a pretty girl has come in and started talking to me. sorta takes my mind off of the urgent. only an hour and a half to go till relief!!! gotta be careful, it is spring break. I must be wary. she might not be as old as she seems.

in other matters, I am going to a 80s themed pub crawl on friday for a birthday (sorry daggers), and am not sure how I want to approach this; punk, new wave, glam rock, Indiana Jones, Marty McFlyesq, Sparkling silver glove a la Micheal, short shorts a la Gene Simmons. or just simply find anything acid washed!!! so many options, such bad taste!

If you don't spend anymore money and save up, you can probally buy it.

HOLY SHIT I WANT THIS SO BAAAAAAD!!!

fuck, I am so totally there. I can't wait to see you guys, it sounds killer! haha

See you tomorrow.

sweeet

i will do my best to make it out

And let's not forget, or let's be told for the first time, if you're bored out of your gourd tomorrow (thursday) have I got the killer show for you! My new band No One Must Ever No is playing their (our) inaugural show. We're unlike anything you've ever seen, I promise.

You know how the Wet Secrets make up an album in a week? Well screw them, we make up songs on the spot, and only ever play them once. Each show is unique. We're also performance artists. And Optimists. So if you're interested, come down to Bohemia Cafe (11012-Jasper ave) Thursday at 9 for a FREE art and music show, including N.O.M.E.N. It's free? Yeah, it's FREE. And there will be things do drink and things to see, you can't lose. And you can have the hipster clout that will come with being one of the few people that went to the show. Oh yeah, and it's a CD release too, did I mention that? Free CD'S!!!! Limited copies!!!! So come listen to the show, get a disc, and not hear the same songs. Awesome. And it'll be a great warm-up for all you folks going to see the Daggers on Friday.

Matt Out.

Computer games don't affect kids, I mean if Pac Man affected us as kids, we'd all run around in a darkened room munching pills and listening to repetitive music...

Kristian Wilson, CEO, Nintendo Gaming Corporation,Inc, 1989

I just want to share this excerpt from my friend's blog, because this is too funny:

highlight: winter is so glorious. So last night i went to metal monday and as i was coming home i am directing the cab driver to my house making small talk and what not when he says... " oh i get it the one with the snowman". Not remembering the snowman when i left, but being rather sloshed i start to study this snow man and realize. hey.... wait a second.... that isn't a snow man..... its a SEVEN FOOT PENIS!!!! a very very detailed penis!!! I am pretty mortified because the cab driver is giving me this smart ass smile and embarrased i walk to the house. Not only is there a seven foot penis, but on the ground there is a little army of little penis's all over the ground. This is the kind of fun that i would have never dreamed of when i lived at home with my parents...

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