Organic food is not only a thing, it's a lifestyle. Those sharing this lifestyle make up a community, which is particular important to the word organic. Eating organically means more than staying healthy; it means supporting your environmental community. I work at an organic restaurant and I have been learning so much of the community of organic supporters. What holds this group together is the love for naturality and bringing Fair Trade back into this world. The people that take part in this lifestyle are mostly motivated to change many things; some people begin eating organic and raw foods to rid them of their cancer. Others have developed intolerances toward foods caused by non-organic foods (GMOs). And many others are trying to bring this earth back to it's natural state, full of life and free of chemicals. Many people disagree with the organic lifestyle because they like their meat fattened and their sugar manipulated. A big problem that those in the organic community are trying to change is the FDA and the ever-growing market of genetically modified foods.
I fit in with this group because I am an advocate for a natural earth and a natural lifestyle. It is healthier for you body, mind, and environment to stop manipulating what is meant to be grown and eaten, not injected with chemicals and fattener. I want to be in this community because it is a good lifestyle, and I share this interest with like-minded people. This is one of my communities, for the rest of my life.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
One Juicy Wallet.
As of right now, I am carrying a patched-up dirty Andy Warhol canvas bag with a picture of knives on it. The condition of the bag alone would tell one that I don't wear until it tears; I wear until it has holes the size of my wallet (because that's when I should get worried), then I patch it up and do it again. Until, of course, the straps fall off.
Inside is a hat, a scarf, glittens (glove/mitten-genius invention), a water bottle, lip gloss, Chapstick, a mirror, some pencils, a book entitled Plenty, a lighter, and a "Juicy" brand wallet, not big enough to hold many important things. Also, there is a baby duck-looking change purse with my house key in it. I usually carry my life with me in my bag, but I downsized because I had to fit my laptop in it to walk to the library.
If one were to look inside, they may assume from my wallet that I have expensive taste. The truth is, all of my other wallets were completely dead (R.I.P.) so a friend let me borrow this one. Since I always have multiple types of lip-chap with me, one could assume that my lips always need to be moisturized- which is true- if this person really were to analyze me. My key holder would probably tell somebody that I don't drive, and my permit inside my wallet would seal that assumption.The book is about buying locally-grown foods, which would have one rightfully guessing that I'm an advocate for supporting your community.
Inside my wallet I have an itunes gift card, permit, free Regal movie ticket, some cash, old fortunes from my love for Chinese food, my medical card (praise Democrats for that!), debit card, and some business cards- one to a consignment shop in Snohomish and the other is for the Cocoon House.
From my wallet, one could assume that I have a job (money, bank card) and am still young enough to receive gift cards for Christmas. The latter would be confirmed by my driver's permit. I believe my purse and wallet hold important things to me and would probably describe me well. A Cocoon House business card could have some assuming that I'm homeless, which I was for a while. Nothing is coming to my head as what somebody wouldn't know about me. They'd see some silly things and some personal things. Hopefully, they'd send me my things back since my parent's address is on my permit and I have an identifying card with my phone number on it.
I have lost my wallet once containing many important things, and since nobody had used my debit card I assume they took the $20 in cash and threw it away. It was at a high school homecoming game.
Inside is a hat, a scarf, glittens (glove/mitten-genius invention), a water bottle, lip gloss, Chapstick, a mirror, some pencils, a book entitled Plenty, a lighter, and a "Juicy" brand wallet, not big enough to hold many important things. Also, there is a baby duck-looking change purse with my house key in it. I usually carry my life with me in my bag, but I downsized because I had to fit my laptop in it to walk to the library.
If one were to look inside, they may assume from my wallet that I have expensive taste. The truth is, all of my other wallets were completely dead (R.I.P.) so a friend let me borrow this one. Since I always have multiple types of lip-chap with me, one could assume that my lips always need to be moisturized- which is true- if this person really were to analyze me. My key holder would probably tell somebody that I don't drive, and my permit inside my wallet would seal that assumption.The book is about buying locally-grown foods, which would have one rightfully guessing that I'm an advocate for supporting your community.
Inside my wallet I have an itunes gift card, permit, free Regal movie ticket, some cash, old fortunes from my love for Chinese food, my medical card (praise Democrats for that!), debit card, and some business cards- one to a consignment shop in Snohomish and the other is for the Cocoon House.
From my wallet, one could assume that I have a job (money, bank card) and am still young enough to receive gift cards for Christmas. The latter would be confirmed by my driver's permit. I believe my purse and wallet hold important things to me and would probably describe me well. A Cocoon House business card could have some assuming that I'm homeless, which I was for a while. Nothing is coming to my head as what somebody wouldn't know about me. They'd see some silly things and some personal things. Hopefully, they'd send me my things back since my parent's address is on my permit and I have an identifying card with my phone number on it.
I have lost my wallet once containing many important things, and since nobody had used my debit card I assume they took the $20 in cash and threw it away. It was at a high school homecoming game.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Welcome. . .
I'm bad with HTML and internet editing. I guess I'll start by showing a picture of myself.
I've had my dreadlocks for a year and bleached them recently. Before they looked like this
And they still won't grow...
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