No, I haven’t been around here much lately.
There’s something new and exciting in the works. Something involving both fish oil and noni, which, if combined in a metabolic reactor, generate a colossal — well, I can’t talk about it. But rest assured, it’s going to be great. Despite the smell.
What part of “do not bend” did you not understand?
Handy tips for would-be entrepreneurs at the Green Festival:
Now, which booth was it that was selling cruelty-free bleach?
The Green Festival had another great year. I love the energy; people let their shields down because they realize, finally, here’s a group of folks who have also figured out how the world ought to work. True, there may only be a couple thousand of us, but at least once a year we get together to enjoy some organic flax-chip vegan nachos, raw free-trade coffee, and a soy danish with soy nut butter served on a compostable soy-plastic plate.
Speaking of which, I think the secret corporate sponsor of this year’s festival was the Soy Council. Get yer stunning photograph proof right here.
My review of the 2004 event is a lot more interesting than this one. For that matter, so is my review of the 2003 event.
I’ve heard of drum kits sounding warm and punchy, but never sharp, tangy, piquant, mild, smoked, aged, marinated, low-fat, fine-curd, skim, rich, astringent, aromatic, pungent, lightly fermented, milky, creamy, citric, bitter, mature, spreadable, nutty, sweet, crumbled, fresh, or moist.