Archive for October, 2008
i am moving in a month to
the most ethnocentric part of nashville the east side of town and am so, so ready for a change.
the apartment fell into my lap and with some things seeming a bit grim recently, it was so nice to hear this was going to work out. hardwood floors. high ceilings. a teeny tiny living room that my couch will still fit in somehow. a kitchen that i can’t wait to put a cafe table into. mark my words: it will be kept clean and it will be decorated. i gave up a long time ago on This Place. i feel really good about the move.
in other news… if you are around town and want to see some amazing halloween costumes, come to crema in the morning. 🙂
this post is more of a stream of consciousness so i apologize if my grammar is off.
i spent the day with a lot of people passionate about changing the food landscape across the city of nashville. i realized how much work it takes to effect change and it made me appreciate the work of community organizers and agencies all the more.
i also realized the biggest chasm i see between people today. where personal responsibility should be exercised and where changes must occur at a macro level in order to effect behavioral and cultural shifts at the micro level.
i get so, so tired of being pegged a socialist for believing there is something right about sharing resources. any one who gives money or goods away knows there is something freeing, something amazing, about letting go of “stuff.” if they are honest, they also know there is something difficult about it as well. its a beautiful process, really.
and you know what else? its not a concept invented by Karl Marx. Its something that you can even read about in the Old Testament when God’s people were told to leave behind what they couldn’t gather in the field for those who were in need [the foreigner [ahem]. the fatherless. the widow.] It doesn’t say anything about leaving it for those who deserve it or not. Or those who had at least looked for work so they could afford food or not. or those who had at least crossed the boarders legally. It just says leave it.
and it is literally baffling to me how so many “christians” can spew so much slander and hatred towards people who care about living this out.
i finally got meet August tonight! 🙂 Shaunna, Jeffrey, and I joined Maris for dinner before she heads home to Austin tomorrow… we took turns holding him while eating pizza at mellow mushroom and it was just so, so good to see her with him. i am very happy for the bush family!
crema. you should be there for many reasons.
1: we are good at what we do: [read: lacey can finally make latte art]
2: we are mavericky. honest. just check your local paper.
3. and if you come in between now and 11/4 wearing your voting sticker, you will get free coffee!
baby clothing is really hard to pick out. i hate all the cutsy “mom loves me” or “#1 dad” crap and the random adjectives embroidered to onesies like “silly” or “adorable.” i found this after lots of searching and i think i did a good job, considering his dad is in a band:
…and i just mentally said “awwww” when i saw the tag:
“WARNING: product may cause excessive cuteness”
[i still stand by my anti-parental narcissism comment.]
[and why does it look like i could actually wear this shirt?]
“i don’t know what you eat, but it is not food.”
-one of the students in my program who thinks that bean sprouts are grass and that tofu samosas should be against the law.
its 4 am.
i finally decided sleep was not gracing me with its presence so i retreated to my couch and my laptop, only to remember my charger is in my car and my battery is at 11 minutes. not feeling up to going outside since its 49 degrees. i also just remembered i didn’t eat dinner, but definitely had two beers last night, and definitely will need to remedy the situation when
the grocery store Whole Foods opens and i can once again buy food, with a check, since this was month two of again losing my debit card [only to find it the next day post-cancellation of course.]
and that last part means more than one would think.