jackalnoir

lol a food not bombs kitchen. We used to drive from house to house every saturday trying to find a place to prepare the food. I remember a sandwich line..good times nonetheless. Makes me think about the long beach park during early spring.

It's nice to hear about your endeavours with Food Not Bombs. I've been a little jaded with activism through the years because I went to a school where it was fashionable to use $10 words and pretend like you give a fuck, but not to actually lift a finger as to situations around us. Also, unless you were serving the "right cause" (which was in vogue and switched from week to week) you "weren't doing any good." I'm a big fan of centralizing yourself on a few goals instead of spreading yourself too thin by trying to take on everything, as it generally accomplishes more to be issue oriented. Anyway, long rant. Basically, Food Not Bombs is a good thing, and I'm glad to see someone taking an active role.

Also, I'm glad to meet a lad who has both an endearing southern accent and a love of opera. I love love love Madama Butterfly, as it was actually what I went to see on my first date (I was an odd child) so it has a special place in my heart. I'm also really big on all other Puccini (especially Turandot) and pretty much anything Britten composes. How about you?

Anyway, it's lovely to meet a relatively like-minded individual.

(Edited to clarify that I know that Puccini wrote Madama Butterfly. Heh.)

[Edited on Mar 01, 2005 2:53PM]