Shasta

It's the morning of the 18th of May of 2025, with cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I went walking to Tim Hortons café to enjoy a hash brown with an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. Upon my return home, Eric, Kathy, Pia, and Minda were already awake. Eric and Kathy are fixing the new screen at the kitchen's back door. I talked a bit with Minda: Apparently, she and her new black American husband shuttle between Ohio and Cavite in the Philippines. We know that in Cavite, there is Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, that is a different dialect from Zamboanga City's. Meanwhile, I ate more of the tiramisù, leftover from last night. My cousin Eve made it. Moreover, in the morning, I have been looking over my Native Indian documents in linguistics, like California's Shasta, etc.

’Cause I’m the Master Blaster drinking up the Shasta / My voice sounds sweet ’cause it has-ta

Fry: It’s Saturday night; I’ve got no date, a two liter bottle of Shasta, and my all-Rush mix tape... let's rock.

2005, Entourage, season 2, episode 1, written by Doug Ellin Turtle: Do you happen to have any diet creamsicle Shasta, by any chance?

Shasta. I need diet root beer Shasta.