Sou.Sou

SouSou shoes seen on Rei at the Phoenix Public Market in downtown Phoenix, Arizona

Caroline and I were at the downtown Phoenix Public Market yesterday when she noticed a girl walking by wearing what she thought were shoes by Sou.Sou. I walked over to the girl, whose name is Rei, and explained that my wife was curious if her shoes were from Sou.Sou. The look of astonishment on her face that someone here in Phoenix recognized her rather exotic and typically never seen in Arizona shoes had been identified. Turns out that she had bought them recently in San Francisco: after researching Sou.Sou in the Bay Area, Rei picked up her shoes at New People 1746 Post Street. This shopping ‘center’ is now on our list of places to visit, New People includes a 143-seat underground cinema, a cafe, an art gallery, the New People store for pop culture items, a fashion store area that includes Sou.Sou Black Peace Now, and Baby, The Stars Shine Bright – watch Kamikaze Girls! The designers of Sou.Sou is out of Kyoto, Japan and so far, their work hasn’t been picked up for cheap imitation by Wal Mart, keep your fingers crossed – now go to San Francisco and play.

Lunch in Texaz

Texaz Grill in Phoenix, Arizona

No, I didn’t drive to Texas for lunch, I had lunch at the Texaz Grill at Bethany Home Rd and 16th St. in Phoenix, Arizona. It was after the lunch crowds had departed that I sat down for my meal. There were some folks at the bar laughing it up and a couple of other tables occupied, but Mondays through Fridays by 3:00 p.m. things are pretty quiet at most restaurants around the valley. The Texaz Grill is the place you want to go for Chicken Fried Steak. On the other hand, Texaz Grill is not the place to go if you are trying to eat healthy, hence I come here alone as I have not rebelled yet against my obesity, while everyone else I know seems to have found dietary enlightenment.

Daniel

Daniel Billotte out for lunch, but not quite so out for lunch as had happened some years ago

Had lunch with Daniel Billotte today. Not the lunch we had planned, the Pho joint wasn’t open so we scrambled to find something nearby. We ended up at a small urban bistro. The story here is that Daniel and I from time to time make an effort to stay in contact. He and I met some 15 years ago while working at the Marion Foundation. During the intervening years, Daniel has often gone nomad finding himself living in New Zealand, Australia, and Fiji for close to half a year, working at an apple orchard to support his scuba adventures on the Great Barrier Reef. For a time he lived in Santa Cruz where I was never sure if he was a programmer, a graphic designer, or a surfer. A year or more goes by and I get an email from the guy, he’s in India, still haven’t found out the specifics about that trip. Then about a year ago, he announces that he’s getting married in Sedona, Arizona. I’m not big on weddings, no matter how good a friend someone is, so I cannot offer details about that event either. Today we got together to talk about travels, discuss some technology threads, touch on politics, evolution, taxes, and just shoot the poop.

Patou

Patou Cheval at Starbucks in Phoenix, Arizona

Meet Patou Cheval, I did at Starbucks today. But this wasn’t simply meeting someone for the first time, I have known Patou for about 8 years. Not that you could call us friends, our meetings have all been in the realm of chance encounters. Today though, this became downright strange. You see, I first met Patou with her husband, she was pregnant. I was watching my friend Sonal’s Indian grocery when this couple came in and the 3 of us spent some time talking. It is on the rare occasions that Sonal asks me to step in to watch the store for a few hours, or maybe a day. It was again on one of those days that Patou came in with her mom with her newborn daughter.

Some years would pass before on some random day when I was picking up lunch for Caroline that I see Patou in the vitamin shop, where she was working. I stopped to say hi and was quickly off. Again a year or 2 passes and I’m in Whole Foods shopping and guess who is working in the non-foods section? Yep, Patou. I saw here again another couple of times and then a couple of years of nothing. A little more than a year or thereabouts, Caroline and I were leaving Paradise Valley Mall, and guess who should be walking into the mall at the same entry/exit we are using? Right, it was Patou, but this time with her two daughters. We talked a while and said goodbye.

Now here we are a year later and maybe 8 miles from our last chance encounter. I had just sat down to work on my book and over my shoulder, I think I am recognizing someone’s voice – sure enough, it is Patou. We were both astounded and agreed there was something peculiar about how this has now happened nearly half-a-dozen times since our first hello of 8 years ago. Caroline, Patou, and I have sent tentative plans to meet for dinner, how much you want to bet the best-made plans never come to fruition, and 2 years down the road, we’ll run into each other while on vacation in another state?

Omissions and Corrections

My typical writing environment while working on Stay In The Magic

My blog has been greatly neglected over the previous nine or so months, the reason being, I have been writing a book. I thought I would have been done by now, but here on my third draft, I start to wonder if I’ll ever finish. Well, I will, and it should now be sooner rather than later. After this reworking I will hand the manuscript over to one person and from her suggestions and corrections, I will take one more “final” pass, and then it is out of my hands.

Today’s photo shows what I stared at the first seven months of 2011, papers spread out before me with passages yet to be written, or a page getting a rewrite. Now I am trying to bring closure so I can move on to new projects. When this process does come to an end, I will miss more than a few baristas from my local Starbucks. As an aside between crafting words, I would eavesdrop on customers. If only I was a fiction writer, these folks can break the worst case of writer’s block with their nutty characters and dramatic issues.

I don’t know if I’ll ever attempt to write a book for the general public again, this is time-consuming and often frustrating. On the other hand, it is with amazement that from time to time I come back upon a passage that delights me and I am in near disbelief that the words captured on the paper fell out of my head and into my hand.

Food For Thought

A table full of fresh veggies from Tonopah Rob's Vegetable Farm in Tonopah, Arizona

Take a good look at these locally grown fruits and veggies, they may soon be one of the last looks you’ll be able to take – outside of marketing materials that will recall a different age. Unless you are into that old-fashioned stuff.

Don’t believe me? Consider this: as recently as 1955 a majority of households had a woman or girl who could sew. Back then, 63% of women and girls knew how to sew, many still knew how to darn socks, spin fiber into yarn, quilt, and weave. By 2006, only 22% of American women and girls knew how to sew. Now I don’t mean to imply this is necessarily a negative, but the fact is, a family is less independent when they are dependent upon larger systems where the local skills for taking care of one’s self are long gone. We humans have a very long history of making textiles, around 20,000 years worth according to some evidence.

Farming is in a similar situation, 140 years ago between 70 and 80 percent of our population was employed in agriculture. Today only 2 to 3 percent of the population is employed in agriculture and less than 1 percent of the population claim farming as an occupation. The point being, individuals are now far removed from growing their own food. True, they have greater access to a wider variety of foods, but they are dependent upon the viability of industrial farms, the price of fuel to distribute food across great distances, and if the corporate model decides that a type of produce is no longer a worthy seller, it can simply disappear those items. The good thing is that we no longer have to toil in the back-breaking labor of working the earth. Then again, we don’t know how anymore either.

This brings me to today’s thought. A couple of hundred years ago, people would not have believed that within a relatively short number of generations, humans in Kansas would be buying fresh kiwis that were flown in from New Zealand. A hundred years ago, I doubt many people would have accepted that the majority of their clothes should be disposable, made in India or China, and would wear out in a year with nobody complaining. Modernization has taken much of the drudgery and responsibility for the mundane out of our lives.

The next step is to remove cooking from our lives. Why do we need to cook our own meals? Wouldn’t life be yet another degree better if we could get rid of food that might spoil, be contaminated with e. coli or salmonella, or require all the time of buying cookbooks, finding ingredients, preparing lengthy recipes, with all of the uncertainty of not knowing if our preparation is as good as the chow mein we had in New York City?

So here’s the next big internet idea, the next Amazon, or NetFlix. We’ll call our company, International Frozen Food Incorporated – IFFI for short. Our line of frozen meals will feature recipes from around the globe, made in kitchens from Mumbai to Hong Kong, from Senegal to the Philippines. The customers set their likes and dislikes in a preference file, choose if they are vegetarian, vegan, lactose intolerant, non-pork eater, groundnut allergic, reduced-calorie, diabetic, etc. Then they choose what country’s meals they want to try and as with Netflix, they build a queue of ethnic delights they want to sample and in what order. As with Amazon, meals will feature reviews and ratings. Every week, a new box arrives with the post containing your frozen meals for the week.

Just imagine, IFFI Dim Sum or maybe you’d prefer our IFFI Fish from Malaysia, and what could be better than IFFI Jambalaya direct from New Orleans? Every meal is standardized with a caloric count related to your weight, height, and age. Prices are $3.99 per meal – across the globe!

Some people reading this might think, Wow, sounds great. Personally, I don’t think this sounds like a great idea. We humans are more and more dependent upon monolithic corporate structures that take care of most of our needs in exchange for our brand loyalty. We in turn give up our independence. We have become helpless and would prove useless to ourselves if we needed to grow our own food, make our own clothes, or find clean water. Soon, we will no longer know how to cook for ourselves as we won’t need to.

And what do we get for our reliance on forces and services outside of ourselves? More time to toil at work, play video games, watch TV, and shop as we entertain ourselves to death within the climate-controlled walls of a safe place. Do we really no longer need reality?