new reading project. had brunch today with a slow food activist and old college mate—pollan is like his guru. essentially, food is political, and what we eat and the way we produce it will be the singular thing that changes the course of our civilization, whether we make it or not. on one hand, yes, naturally. on the other, i had never really thought about this much, that the one thing that bonds us all together (eating) is also roughing us up a bit. and then brunch with tod and i’m hearing all about the tyranny of major industrial farms and rapt and feeling like neruda ready to topple la united fruit co. word by word. but first, must read this, gain context, not be such a navel-gazing dunce.
(also: is anyone a real activist anymore? that’s like being a metalsmith, it sounds so backdated. i was excited to hear the word used again, even if the movement isn’t so much burning campuses or squatting in commune houses and is more about perusing the greenmarket on sundays.)
