this entry is for Jake
Tonight my cooking collective (me, Jake, Jenny, and Noah) made chicken curry and half-cooked brownies with ice cream on top. It was really beautiful.
I can still taste the garlic, onions, coriander, and coconut milk. It's meals like this that make me want to join the brown bag coop as soon as possible.
Apparently there is a Bethesda coop. Does anyone know anything about it? I might be in Maryland this summer, and I'm looking for a full time job that leaves me unwilling to engage in negative activities and all the more willing to engage in constructive ones (reading, exploring greater Washington, cooking, taking walks in my beautiful neighborhood, having tea with friends, devising ways to see a certain North Carolinian, etc.)
Speaking of jobs, I always thought it would be fun to work at Olsson's Books in Bethesda. So today I went online to do some research and discovered that Olsson's is being replaced by luxury condos. I could ruminate on how completely unnecessary such a complex will be, given that the lack of middle and low income housing in Montgomery County forces a large number of people further and further out into the suburbs, sometimes as far as West Virginia and Pennsylvania...but, for now I'm just going to say that that's a damn shame.
All this talk of gentrification juxtaposed with uncommodified beauty (the food) makes me think of one thing: this quote.
"Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness - and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we're being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling - their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notions of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."
- Arundhati Roy, Porto Alegre, Brazil Jan, 27, 2003
Love love love,
Me
I can still taste the garlic, onions, coriander, and coconut milk. It's meals like this that make me want to join the brown bag coop as soon as possible.
Apparently there is a Bethesda coop. Does anyone know anything about it? I might be in Maryland this summer, and I'm looking for a full time job that leaves me unwilling to engage in negative activities and all the more willing to engage in constructive ones (reading, exploring greater Washington, cooking, taking walks in my beautiful neighborhood, having tea with friends, devising ways to see a certain North Carolinian, etc.)
Speaking of jobs, I always thought it would be fun to work at Olsson's Books in Bethesda. So today I went online to do some research and discovered that Olsson's is being replaced by luxury condos. I could ruminate on how completely unnecessary such a complex will be, given that the lack of middle and low income housing in Montgomery County forces a large number of people further and further out into the suburbs, sometimes as far as West Virginia and Pennsylvania...but, for now I'm just going to say that that's a damn shame.
All this talk of gentrification juxtaposed with uncommodified beauty (the food) makes me think of one thing: this quote.
"Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance, our sheer relentlessness - and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones we're being brainwashed to believe. The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling - their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notions of inevitability. Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them. Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."
- Arundhati Roy, Porto Alegre, Brazil Jan, 27, 2003
Love love love,
Me