I have been struggling the past couple of years to get the family interested in quinoa. J and DB feed off of each other when it comes to food preferences and almost always to my disadvantage. If something new is on the dinner table, DB will ask J "Hey, how's that thing taste ?" and she will gladly provide her opinion.Which in the case of the ill-fated qunioa recipe made it impossible to get them to try it another time.
Reading this article reminded me of the half empty jar in my pantry and The Trial by Kafka. Somewhere in between the mundane business of cooking dinner on a weekday evening the surrealism of being arrested by "unidentified agents from an unspecified agency for an unspecified crime" is this real life story. The author describes our collective fate and predicament "This is where we are at. Where you have no expectation of privacy. Where trying
to learn how to cook some lentils could possibly land you on a watch list. Where
you have to watch every little thing you do because someone else is watching
every little thing you do."
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
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