Locavore, it turns out, is not only a new word, but the Oxford Word of the Year. It's origin is a group of women in San Francisco (where else?). There is a website now, and the following is what I retrieved from there:
"We are a group of concerned culinary adventurers who are making an effort to eat only foods grown or harvested within a 100 mile radius of San Francisco for an entire month. We recognize that the choices we make about what foods we choose to eat are important politically, environmentally, economically, and healthfully."
There is without doubt much merit in this initiative. Easy for them, you will say, in San Francisco, surrounded by a bounteous ocean and productive, diverse agriculture. Imagine being a locavore in Chicago in winter, consigned to a steady diet of rutabagas and turnips.
My white asparagus exposes the difficulties of being green. Foulfoods is all over the business of greenness, sustainability, organic, ethics and so on; its website positively swells with noble sentiments about "Holistic Thinking." And yet here it is, in reality, enabling the upper middle classes to indulge their insatiable lust for exotic produce, at the cost of using precious fossil fuels to import an unnecessary vegetable from halfway round the world.
In closing I note that "locavore" has not yet found its way into the blogger.com spellchecker.
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I am sure you have already secured your own, but while enjoying my coffee this morning, I was perusing the trib. Seemed to me there were quite a few articles that would tickle the J-Dizzle himself's fancy.
But now, its time for my Psychology/language comprehension class. The Horse Raced Past The Barn Fell. Throw the cow over the fence some hay. When John jogs a mile is a long distance. The night start off crazy when we had sex on the beach. And many other fun ambiguous sentences we have to write about...
Snipper:
I didn't read all the Trib, but Dulcie informed of an "Ask Amy" letter that involved the writer's husband-to-be's mother using the bathroom while he was taking a shower. She was worried about boundaries.
Are those sentences you have come up with for your class? It speaks highly of the quality of education down there in Champaign. But where are the beaches?
I thought I was a jar-fanatico...
Zeller, do you have a myspace login? I need to share with you my pictures of Dr. Jarhead. Prior to being dismembered by my children, Dr. Jarhead spent some quality time sharing a bottle of red with me and the neighbor girls on the patio. He was quite dashing! My spouse thought it would be great to toss Dr. Jarhead into bed with me on occasion. It was unfortunate he was reduced down to a pile of recyclable material. I suppose if Dr. Jarhead had a choice in the matter, he would have wanted to go out in the most eco-friendly way.
http://www.myspace.com/sharonmurray513
Shirazgirl, actually I do not have a myspace. Although I have see .Jar with his infamous "I'm Hot" Socks on. I sneaked a picture with my phone a year or two ago when I was in his 1552 honoUrs class.
I don't think I know the "I'm hot" socks. Really now, he doesn't need socks to exude hotness. He's got the saunter that says it all.
Email me at shirazamor@gmail.com and I can send you them.
Actually apparently I had/have a myspace account and was able to view said pictures. Its unmistakeable, the Jar he is in those pictures.
Actually Snipper, where do you have that socks shot?
I have to see the hot sock picture. Maybe I could add it to my pictorial homage.
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