I’ve figured it out. We hate food as a nation. We don’t savor it. We don’t enjoy it. We don’t love it for its properties other than nourishment. This isn’t a new topic, but something that I’m coming to realize. What we do like to do with food though is restrict it, dissect it, portion it, and engineer it. Clearly, … Continue Reading →
This realization does not come lightly. I have consistently resisted this thought. I’ve fought against it. I’ve argued it. I’ve stated that age is a state of mind. I continue to believe that life must be celebrated, not dreaded. But, slowly, in my 34th year, the realization has set: I am getting old. There is something about 34 that rings … Continue Reading →
I have moved the computer to the kitchen. One light bulb is out, and the orange glow in our soon to be outlawed incandescent lights is disturbing my visual field. The dishes need to be put in the dishwasher. The floor still needs to be mopped. We have grocery bags that don’t have a great home, scattered among the chairs. … Continue Reading →
Last week, I had the opportunity to tell my buying club’s story to another buying club. This new buying club just started. They had only completed only two buys and were working on their third. Levi and I joined them while they were debriefing after their second buy. They are meeting weekly, by the sounds of it. It was amazing … Continue Reading →
Tonight, I had the opportunity to discuss buying clubs with a newly formed club. They were focused, enthralled, and concentrated on every word I said. It was like I was telling a beautiful fiction they’d never heard, simply focused on everything I had to say. And, to think, I wasn’t even sure on the intent of my being there once … Continue Reading →
Okay narcissistic rants aside – I do enjoy writing every day. As the (over written?) introvert, I do better when I can process. Writing allows me to process. But, what to process? The never-ending balancing act and working towards my deemed purpose. I want to educate people on the importance of a sustainable society. So, I’ve picked volunteer projects, paid … Continue Reading →
It’s all my mother’s fault. Seriously. Who else should I blame but her? She’s the one who drilled it in us [me], especially as we grew up and participated in sports. Yes, my desire for ground up planning; my desire for collaboration; my desire for fair teams — I blame this all on my mother. I find myself, often in a … Continue Reading →
We went to Hopworks for dinner tonight. Yum. I went for a walk at work. I discovered a new sculpture in a park I’d never been. Peter bought a big wrench. We discovered Walgreen’s has a car charger.