Sunday, June 22, 2008

The night before.

The trees are heavens to the hot. A palpable bicycle culture calls its historical catalyst for comfort, longing, and sustainability amidst the strangling automobiles crying hullabaloos from their exhaust pipes.

I’ve subverted my co-op dinner virginity to Tessa’s delectable treats this evening – cucumber salad, barley oats, squash stir fry, and sugared figs.

The days at the student farm begin tomorrow, exulted for the unknown. I haphazardly picked up Raoul Adamchak’s book at the independent shindig, The Avid Reader, prying and scavenging into its pages for past intern experiences and seeking to fill the void of unanswered questions. Part informational, part autobiographical, I look forward to delving into its prose of dissecting the truths between organic and genetically-modified food production.

This summer: internship, independent research, preparation for next year, eating, reading, art, and traveling. Maybe attempt answering the alluding “what-to-do-with-the-rest-of-my-life” question, too. Or…maybe not.

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