Despite our wholesome meals and constant exposure to good ethnic food, what we eat back home is constantly pined for. One particularly in depth conversation on the matter came up one night during a meeting. The processed, fast food and chain supermarket products we so happily reminisce about are certainly not better than the organic and natural substances we receive on the trip. We still yearn for it, and someone pointed out it was like an addiction and as we fantasized about it so much and took so much pleasure in describing our favorite dishes it was like porn.
A new phrase which we jumped on with relish. What foods played what part? Several dishes came up during our talk. Obviously fast food was quite slutty, cheap, unsubstantial and selling itself to your base desires. The simple bean and rice dish was placed as tightly clad Victorian- hardly fitting in a sleazy industry. So what was above the fast food? Chocolate covered raspberries? If they were organic or not could change the whole deal, but their role was placed as a high class escort.
I got to wondering if all organic foods would be the sweet homey family oriented community, while fast food would be the major player in the industry. Who runs this industry and regulates the prostitution?
They raise up cheap useless mono-crops in order to sell its children into the mass market of mastication without giving them the proper tools to give nutrients. This cheap sell from big corporations is so appealing to people because it feeds their addiction to fat, salt and sugar. Our addiction explained.
Where did that train of thought leave our amusing conversation? Were we using a cheap dial-up connection to get access to an image that was part of a much larger site- one full of food thoughtlessly flaunting its deep fried and reheated contents? Were we supporting the prostitution of food, and paying the cooperate pimp?
Not quite, but we wanted to.
By Natasha Alston
Posted in All, Food, Writings
It isn’t in the nature of life to give you what you want, but to give you what you need and the freedom to do what you want with it.
As with any stray thought from my head, this one came at a peculiar moment- sitting on the beach making a necklace with a fellow student. It was just a phrase my mind seemed to make up, but I didn’t feel like brushing it off in the same quick manner with which is appeared. Letting it circle in my consciousness for a while I managed to form some conclusions. The earth does provide you with what you need to survive, but because of the way our society has developed we don’t want what we need- we just want. That want strips out freedoms because we can no longer see what we need, or act on much of anything else but our desires, narrowing our vision from the rest of the world. We seem to be shackled to a way of life which is not only harming the earth with our constant taking, but also keeping us as a species from becoming part of nature’s cycle. For example, we strip down the earth and take apart what it has offered in order to build a factory to produce what we want, in the process we disrupt everything in an area which was receiving what it needed from the land. If humans could take just what they needed from the land and not destroy to create all they desire we could come to a sustainable existence. With the way things have degraded in this day in age, with our populations, that is highly unlikely to work even if everyone suddenly figures out how to live off the land. In order to keep our numbers alive it is likely we would have to change the earth in order to get what we needed to survive. What if we didn’t? What if the area that could give and take naturally with the land simply allowed it to keep them alive and sustained? When animals loose something in one area they move on to where the resources are, but humans go to where there are practically no resources and bring what they want to them. If there was a huge drop in population due to unsustainable areas being killed off, and the rest of the world finally looked at, understood and became a part of nature’s cycle, we could come to a sustainable existence.
By Natasha Alston
Posted in All, Writings
It is amazing how drastically the scenery can change here, you can be camping on the beach with the constant sound of waves crashing in your ear then you can walk away and within in a hundred yards the environment around you has completely changed to a dry, rocky, dust infested habitat. Here, only the strongest of creatures and the hardiest of plants can survive. The only things on the horizon are rocks and the distant rolls of hills as they incline slowly away from the ocean. In this dry realm everything changes, everyday is a new challenge for a species for that is not adapted to this arid environment. Some plants only survive by playing dead and conserving their energy till the next rain. This is survival of the fittest in action. Nothing but the strongest and most adaptable live here. (Lets not let humans destroy this desert sanctuary).
By: Genesis Napel
Tonight will be my last night falling asleep looking up at the stars fading off across the universe from this other world that has been my home. The hours that I’ve spent in quiet contemplation in my Marmot sleeping bag, listening to the waves crashing down or the crickets in the distance, will soon be a thing of the past. Tomorrow, we head home. Our great Baja adventure is at long last seeing its final moments. The concept of returning to America, the country I call home, the place I was born and raised in, seems so abstract, more so even than the idea of leaving it was. When we first crossed the border, my heart was broken by the fact that we had deemed it necessary to separate ourselves from our brothers and sisters by means of a concrete fence. But even then, the idea of this family was entirely conceptual, they seemed hidden by the concrete veil that stretched off to the horizon. But these times seem a thousand years behind me, even while I sit here within 100 Kilometers of the border, less than a day from my return to that place I’ve always called “home.” Now it is the idea of leaving my new family behind to hide myself again behind that ghastly curtain that brings my mind to contemplation. While the idea of a month seems so long, in practice, it is by no means enough time to find more than a few of the truths of a place. I wish so much that I could learn more about this place that I have come to love. I feel as though I am a child again, lost in a place I know nothing about. But for now, I must return. Both my home and my heart have grown with all the love I’ve been given here. All journeys must end; perhaps it is time to find a new beginning.
By: Forest Neff
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My legs are cramping, my palms are sweating. The rage is pumping through my brain. I look around, my compatriots surround me. My friends, the ones I love, and they love me the same. This is the one point where we change sides. Did he take more than me?! Is there still enough for seconds?! When is the next meal going to be?! Food stress is such a mystery. When you find yourself in a scarce environment you start living like an animal. When mealtime comes, you stock up on food like the next meal won’t come for weeks. I’ll be sitting down during a meal with a large plate of food, plenty enough food for one person, and all I can think is if there will be enough for me to have another serving. It’s part of the primal brain humans still retain. It makes you feel like an animal, like you have no civilized intelligence. And it brings about hunger that one has never experienced. It’s a deep hole that can never be filled. The hardest part of it all is bringing your mind back to earth and asking if you really do need that extra food. I think we can all agree that you don’t. But for now we will dancing around like monkeys waiting for the next meal. And when it comes we will eat like lions. After we’ve filled our tummys with much too much to eat, well then we will sleep like hippos.
By: Alex Depavloff
Posted in All, Writings