a thousand words

Here I am in grad school. I am still eating. I am still in love with vegetables.

This autumn I specifically fell in love with romanesco broccoli and chanterelle mushrooms, from the farmer's market and self-foraged respectively.

I am working very part time at KBCS, the local community radio station. Every time I turn around, I reel over a new voice. Some of my favorites this year were

Raphael Saadiq,

Pieta Brown,

Zoe Muth and The Lost High Rollers,

and
Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros.

I go to school every day and talk about oppression and racism and sexism and privilege and politics and poverty and homophobia and able-ism and wealth and equity and love and ethics. It's overwhelming, but a great luxury all the same. Sometimes it feels hard to come up for a breath out of it all. But I promise I'm still eating.

Crostini with roasted garlic and carmelized onion white bean dip,
basil, and cherry tomatoes, kalamata olives, and roasted red pepper.