One Day in America: November 4th, 2008
I woke up around noon, nice and late, just as I like it. I stretched and cracked my neck, and then I remembered what day it was. I threw on my clothes and ran downstairs to the coffee shop below my apartment, grabbed a mug and filled it with the dark blend (spice island, one of my favorites). Then I saw my dull, but strangely glowing, grayish gold bicycle u-locked to the pole outside, and decided it was time to ride. On my way to work, I fantasized about the day’s potential. Sure, I may be spilling burning hot coffee on myself and on my way to work now, but tonight was going to be awesome. Read more
The Freegans Among Us
The other day I listened to a customer in the coffee shop where I work complain about the cap Costco put on the amount of rice each customer can buy per visit. It occurred to me that this guy must not have heard about the world’s food crisis. I thought about suggesting to him that he try visiting Haiti, where a farmer can grow rice, but not actually afford to buy it.
The world’s poorest nations have been falling short of what many of us consider a basic right: to produce and reserve enough food to feed their own people. Now that this problem is hitting closer to home, I wonder how Americans will respond. Two recent articles in In These Times caught my attention on this subject. In David Moberg’s piece on the global food crisis he says, Read more
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