Raw, adjective: 1. uncooked, as articles of food: a raw carrot.
Some interesting stuff in this morning's Times:
* A somewhat mish-mash but well-intentioned article on the increasing influence of religion on food and agriculture: "Of Church and Steak: Farming For the Soul." Religious leaders are slowly starting to emphasize the connections between environmental and social justice issues and the stuff they read in church or synagogue, and it's changing the face of small organic farming. Here's a snippet:
'Joel Salatin, who is considered a guru of organic agriculture, said he has seen a change in the people who visit his Polyface farm in Virginia. “Ten years ago most of my farm visitors were earth muffin tree-hugger nirvana cosmic worshipers,” Mr. Salatin said. “And now 80 percent of them are Christian home schoolers.”'
Hmm. Some of us would say this has been going on for a long time, in the guise of ecofeminist theology...but what do I know. Google "Rosemary Radford Ruether" and you'll get the real lowdown, minus the fundy home-schooling shit.
* Thursday Styles is always reliable for some silly fluff pieces disguised as journalism. Today's no exception. Check it: "Between Poses, A Barrage of Pickup Lines."
It's a riff on the hilarious YouTube clip about Inappropriate Yoga Guy. This dude totally exists. Down to the pick-up lines about goji berries and Nepal and all of it. And his name - perf! Anyway, the article doesn't exactly offer any huge revelations, but it's true in pointing out an especially annoying phenomenon of shady New Agey guys using yoga classes as a pick-up scene. Ugh. Hello, I'm sweaty and exhausted; you're seriously not going to hit on me here!?! Just because we're all kind of naked doesn't mean it's a free-for-all.
Rehearsal last night was mad sight-reading (my fave) and soo much great singing. It's an even richer vocal show than I realized. Pretty psyched.