This video excerpt from a speech, delivered by David Foster Wallace at Kenyon College in 2005, encapsulates exactly what I hope that I’m teaching my children every day of their lives. Learn to think; to be aware. You do not have to operate on the default setting. The rat-race is bullshit, yo.
Look deeper. Awareness is hidden in plain sight.
This is water.
Ron Finley says that food is the problem, and food is the solution. It’s time to manufacture our own reality. Gardening is therapeutic, it’s art, it’s in our DNA. Children that grow kale… will EAT kale. Let’s get eco-lutionary, become manufactured-food renegades, gangsta gardeners… and let’s make it sexy.
“If you ain’t a gardener, you ain’t gangsta. Get gangsta with your shovel… and let that be your weapon of choice” – Ron Finley, 2013.
It’s time to #plantsomeshit.
Ron Finley plants vegetable gardens in South Central LA — in abandoned lots, traffic medians, along the curbs. Why? For fun, for defiance, for beauty and to offer some alternative to fast food in a community where “the drive-thrus are killing more people than the drive-bys.”
Remember when Oprah exposed James Frey’s Million Little Lies… er, Pieces? The latest New York Times best seller, Skinny Bitch, is following in those footsteps as public skepticism turns to anger at the self-proclaimed “know-it-all” author who is selling her biased opinion (along with misinformation) to a hungry audience desperate for weight-loss. (Can you tell that irks me?) I mean, the strong should protect the weak, shouldn’t they? Tell the whole truth, and nothin’ but? Who’s with me? I’m all for a good novel, but if it’s your opinion you’re writing about, be upfront and honest and let people know that they need to research what’s right for them. Don’t sell your opinion as the gospel of how to get skinny… that’s like waving crack under the nose of an addict. And SKINNY? Aren’t we trying to stop perpetuating the need for “skinny” to our young? Perseus Books publishing house should be ashamed of themselves (and renamed Cuckoo Books) for not vetting and fact-checking their non-fiction works. Gah!
Here’s an article titled, Setting the Skinny Bitches Straight, that made me shout Hells Yeah! after every paragraph. And it was written by a skinny bastard too.
Sometimes, when I’m lost in YouTube—and not the OMG-I-can-never-unsee-that weird part—but the part that accidentally educates, I’m reminded of how important it is to SHOW your awesome.
Thank you to the ancient Lyre bird of Australia for its magical and Rich Little-like impersonations of all things it hears in the forest—including a camera shutter and a chainsaw. I bet your vocal repertoire gets you all the babes.