this is my new platform.
here's a scene from the composters' potluck tonight:
composter 1: "you know, especially after taking this class, i feel like i'm even more anti-consumerism than i was before." (said with a look of concern on face.)
composter 2: aka, shley: "ya, sometimes i think i'm turning into a radical." (similar look of concern. can it really be? no, shopping is fun!.....)
composter 3: "'turning into'? i thought you were already 14 feet further out there than everyone else here."
so apparently i'm already a radical, by a measurement of 14 feet further than those who spend their evenings talking about dirt. i instantly feared that the common consensus about my personality was that i was some foaming at the mouth organic freak whose radical antics were tiring to the other composters. because, i mean, that's what we mean by radical, right? zealotry? unwavering viewpoints? constant chattering about beliefs on the fringe of society?
well, the good news is that i never did foam at the mouth about anything in composting class, so i'm not THAT kind of radical. rather, i am an approachable radical- one who is educated, partially articulate, experienced, compassionate, and, best of all, approachable.
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14 ft. further out. ha.
new name...14.
I don't consider anyone who has taken the time to educate themselves on the things they believe in, or that concern them, from multiple and reliable sources (in other words not just watching Focks News and calling it a day), a radical. Just because you have ideas that most people haven't taken time to consider doesn't mean you are mad, in the sense that the Brits would say, "Oh she's quite mad, really, foaming at the mouth and all."
Having an honest, educated opinion, and not being scared to discuss it is a great thing. It means you are an individual and not just trying to conform to the ideals of others your age. Acting on your opinions (such as pursuing your interest in composting and organic foods) is a step further that most people never take.
And, you are NICE about it. That's the great thing. I know people here who do have opinions, generally opinions I disagree with (see reference to Focks News above) who seem to think it is their duty in life to shove their opinions in my face.
I love the definition of who you are, and there was no look of concern on my face when I read any of this.
I think the phrase
"Oh she's quite mad, really, foaming at the mouth and all."
suits quite well actually.
Well she might have been a little foamy about a year ago today....she WAS The Decider, after all.
The only thing 14 feet out in front here is your wit, Shley. I can think of nothing comparably humorous to add here, save that your post made me laugh. Ha... ha, ha.
On second thought, EWW! What's on the menu at the compost potluck? Eggshells and coffee grounds? Chicken bones and old leaves? I don't even want to think about what happens later...
Or are you all eating lentils, Manna of the Radicals?
Look who has a new monicer.
TG
I've got to admit, I was also amusing myself with the notion of exactly what one would expect to eat at a composters' potluck dinner. I have a vision of a lovely Martha Stewart-arranged plate of partially decomposed baby spinach, surrounded by artfully placed egg shells filled with coffee grounds (free trade, of course), all topped with a spattering of strawberry hulls.
Oh, and for the record, i DO actually move my compost around, and it is decomposing nicely. I don't just dump it and leave it.
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