Posted by Mark Trost under
March 2007 | Tags:
Culture,
Environment |
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I glanced in my rear view mirror while driving on Friday. I was traveling along
Fairview Avenue and I passed the Whole Foods store - which if it really is whole foods wouldn’t it include all the food groups as in the whole variety or do they mean whole as in not partitioned with preservatives or artificial ingredients aka “flavor”? Wouldn’t it be great if there was a store called “Hole Foods” - you know a place that only sold vegetables grown under the ground? Oh wait. They’d have to include a line of donuts and life savers. Well you get the gist.
Which reminds me of that whole organic thing. Unless there is a source of water 
and oxygen that doesn’t exist on earth and somehow these farmers are able to harness and access without the mingling and the juxtapositioning with the tainted soiled earth we inhabit, how can anything actually be organic? For instance - how can there be organic poultry when the animals eat and drink and breathe the same food and water and air that is polluted here? Shouldn’t they be marketed as nearly organic or partially organic or semi-organic (well unless they are transported by semi trailers which would put a whole different spin here. Unless they wanted us to believe the products were transported in an environmentally friendly way too which would be a whole different spin on that falling off a turnip truck thing.) I can see how they wouldn’t want to market them as unfouled fowl.
Well I’m fairly willing to suspend my disbelief and buy organic products under the general understanding that extra chemicals, fertilizers, and pesticides weren’t applied or used. Although when one considers the nature and appurtenances of farming … anything larger than a garden needs equipment and technological implements. Ok - so … I don’t put chemicals on my acres but I drive my tractor over the fields and just let the exhaust dust the produce and livestock as I travel by … and then I still call it organic? See my point? I think we should eat healthily (Hell I’ve never eaten the protective jelly surrounding a ham) but I think we need to face a few facts:
1. We’re going to die.
2. The earth is soiled.
3. We do the best we can but live in the reality that the best is relative.
Anyway - so I’m motoring along and I pass the parking lot at Whole Foods (should there be a parking lot there? Shouldn’t there only be a bike rack and a sidewalk? I mean choose your God and serve it or not.) And I’m glancing in my rear view mirror and I see a woman in a car behind me sucking her thumb. And I thought I must have been mistaken so I glanced again. She was indeed sucking her thumb. And unless she just injured her thumb and reacted instantly or maybe her dental bridge had slipped and she was holding it up (?) or maybe it was some type of cell phone I wasn’t familiar with or maybe she was just really odd. She traveled in the same direction that I traveled so I frequently took a gander and she constantly sucked. I finally turned and she drove by. I haven’t a clever ending here. Maybe something about food for thoughts or a sucker born every minute or something about pacifying the pacifists. Insert whatever you want.
March 17, 2007
