Really, there are a lot of posts that could have that title.
I just want to highlight a discourse that has been on my mind for the past week since it took place.
Sarcastically I say, "Oh yeah, why don't we just bomb them? Because that really promotes peace and has a long lasting positive outcome!"
she laughs and says, "Oh, alright, HIPPY"
Wait, I think to myself, does that mean only people labeled Hippy believe war is wrong?
Wait, I realize, chillingly, some people are proponents of war. Proponents of bombs.
Wow, I sigh, I really have lost touch with the world.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Would you like fried okra with that?
Really, I just like that title. It has very little to do with this posting. Inspired by North Carolina, I guess... where fried okra abounds.
It's been a long time since I have written, and all day, I've written gobs of mental blogs. I guess when you're in the inbetweens that happens. Or if you (me, really) has coffee. Anyways.
I realized that I got so much joy today and so little joy in the same activity. Shopping.
I went with my dad to the farmers market in the morning. Where I saw okra (unfried), fresh goat cheese and to my excitement--ripe, huge, heirloom tomatos. It was a small market, but it filled me up with appreciation. I left with that beatiful tomato, cheese, eggplant and an armful of lemongrass. Cutting into that tomato--a royal deep blood-red--later that night capped a not-so-great shopping adventure inbetween the market and dinner.
While local produce makes me smile ear to ear, car shopping does not leave the same expression. Why is it that my stomach sinks as I think about the idea of purchasing what should be a great key to adventure? Every car I look at, open the trunk and sit in the passenger seat with purchasing intention, I just walk away from thinking, "if I buy it, something will be wrong." It's like I want to be negative to prevent my progression.... or maybe it's the money? Maybe its knowing that I will spend a year's salary on a car, yes a common car. Maybe I"m just equating every potential purchase into potential tomatos?
Lifetime supply of tomatos or a car? Phew, thats actually a tough one! Or maybe its just the frustration that comes along with trying to balance money, choices, schedules and expectations.
It's been a long time since I have written, and all day, I've written gobs of mental blogs. I guess when you're in the inbetweens that happens. Or if you (me, really) has coffee. Anyways.
I realized that I got so much joy today and so little joy in the same activity. Shopping.
I went with my dad to the farmers market in the morning. Where I saw okra (unfried), fresh goat cheese and to my excitement--ripe, huge, heirloom tomatos. It was a small market, but it filled me up with appreciation. I left with that beatiful tomato, cheese, eggplant and an armful of lemongrass. Cutting into that tomato--a royal deep blood-red--later that night capped a not-so-great shopping adventure inbetween the market and dinner.
While local produce makes me smile ear to ear, car shopping does not leave the same expression. Why is it that my stomach sinks as I think about the idea of purchasing what should be a great key to adventure? Every car I look at, open the trunk and sit in the passenger seat with purchasing intention, I just walk away from thinking, "if I buy it, something will be wrong." It's like I want to be negative to prevent my progression.... or maybe it's the money? Maybe its knowing that I will spend a year's salary on a car, yes a common car. Maybe I"m just equating every potential purchase into potential tomatos?
Lifetime supply of tomatos or a car? Phew, thats actually a tough one! Or maybe its just the frustration that comes along with trying to balance money, choices, schedules and expectations.
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