All that is rancid melts into air.
First vaccinations, now this. Next up: Marin County decommissions its sewer system.
It promoted the idea that people should be able to eat food made in their neighbor's kitchen just as easily as food that's been trucked in from across the country.
This is an odd sort of false dichotomy.
I love this post.
Also:
We already can eat food made in our neighbor's kitchens! We just have to befriend them, or something (beats me; I certainly don't interact with mine).
I guess you could break into their house?
That would really depend on what sort of security system they have.
It is an expansively Christian reading of "neighbor," I guess. Except insofar as the Big J gave food away for free.
Huh. Clicking on the link in the post reveals that the line there AOTW is not in fact "not only inspectors," but "not inspectors." Did he change it?
4.last: I actually thought for the moment that the post was going to gesture in that direction.
The Big J lived in a post-scarcity world.
You don't understand. Say you make friends with your neighbor and eat over at their house. Certainly, you eat your neighbors food in that case. But simply eating their food leaves them an ordinary person. It does not confer upon them the status of *entrepreneur*. An entrepreneur creates jobs and wealth. An ordinary person does not. This vital transubstantiation can only happen when you exchange money for their food, which is most easily done at a market.
I came here to make the joke in 1, but I'm staying for the fisticuffs. Prepare to pay, "fake" accent.
13 is honestly too close to true to be funny.
Huh. Clicking on the link in the post reveals that the line there AOTW is not in fact "not only inspectors," but "not inspectors." Did he change it?
Musta done (text from email).
The underground market has torn away from the neighbor's kitchen its sentimental curtains, and has reduced the neighborly food relation to a mere money relation.
The Yglesias argument in favor of it is so stupid it makes me want to stab myself.
The nutrition of all the fed generations weighs like an anchor upon the minds of the neighbors.
We already can eat food made in our neighbor's kitchens! We just have to befriend them
Actually, here in Amsterdam the latest trendy thing to do is to run a "restaurant" out of your own kitchen and getting strangers to come and eat your food without all those tedious regulations real restaurants have to adhere to. No need to befriend anybody.
19: This was very much a thing in Berlin as well, at least a few years ago. Not sure if it's still going on.
When you've finished reading this post you will return to the previous paragraph and marvel at how it subtly introduced the main themes of what follows.
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This is actually a big annoying deal with schools, where you can't bring in anything that isn't factory sealed. No cupcakes, etc, homemade or otherwise.
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This reminds me of the Red Hook food vendors in Brooklyn, who were providing food to the local community uneventfully for something like thirty years before the DOH stepped in and nearly shut them down. I know we have food safety regulations for a reason (and there's no good way to distinguish the "culturally authentic" vendor from the guy who's selling minced rat meat ten feet down the sidewalk), but there's something ridiculous about telling a grown-ass adult he can't buy a taco prepared right in front of him in the manner that tacos have traditionally been prepared the world over.
22: Is that because of food safety issues (even in the great state of Texas?) or allergy concerns?
25: I think both. And probably it's the best way but it sure is a pain in the ass.
May I just say how much I love this post, and 1?
Not only the world over, but from the dawn of time, Man has been accompanied down through history by the taco, prepared with an almost instinctive skill. Indeed, was it not Lysenko's experiments with the taco that led him to believe in acquired inheritable characteristics? But how did our symbiotic or perhaps parasitic relationship with the taco begin?
s/the world over/throughout the very specific parts of the world where tacos are a common street food/
So much better.
know we have food safety regulations for a reason (and there's no good way to distinguish the "culturally authentic" vendor from the guy who's selling minced rat meat ten feet down the sidewalk),
Who says the minced rat meat isn't culturally authentic?
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how did our symbiotic or perhaps parasitic relationship with the taco begin?
You know though by the way to the OP that if your neighbor were to give food away to his neighbors by, say, standing on the street and handing out tacos, he would still be subject to all of the food regulations and inspections that would obtain if he were selling food, like, at a market. So befriending people, inviting them into your home, and cooking food for them is okay, but giving people food you have cooked outside your home as a way to befriend them is totally not.
Just in case you were thinking of trying something like that, you goddamned libertarian nutjobs.
33: Indeed, Food Not Bombs would get fucked with on just these grounds.
If there'd been an internet in the 70s, people would link to FT like they now link to xkcd.
CONQUISTADOR: Buenos dias, amigos!
INDIAN: Hello! You must be The True White Brother!
CONQUISTADOR: Sure! You must be The Indians!
INDIAN: Yes!
SECOND INDIAN: Welcome Home!
All the Spanish soldiers cheer.
CONQUISTADOR: Welcome to New Spain! This is your new Father - Father Corona.
FATHER CORONA: Pax venuti nictum! down on your knees, now! D'ye recognize what I'm holdin' over your head, lads?
INDIAN: It's a Cross. The Symbol of the Quartering of the Universe into Active and Passive Principles.
FATHER CORONA: God have mercy on their heathen souls!
CONQUISTADOR: What the Father means is - what is the Cross made of? Gold! Have you got any?
INDIAN: No.
CONQUISTADOR: What about the Seven Cities of Gold? Phoenix, Tucson, Las Vegas?
SECOND INDIAN: This is Gold.
CONQUISTADOR: What's that?
INDIAN: Corn.
SPANISH SOLDIER: Corn! Now we can make tortillas!
ANOTHER SPANISH SOLDIER: We been waiting for this for hundreds of years!
THIRD SPANISH SOLDIER: I just invented tacos!
34: I mostly know about it from burning man.
11: The Big J is the post-scarcity world.
37: "Lights please." [Flippanter quoting Luke 8.]
I love that scene. The whole Christmas special, of course, but mostly when Linus drops some preachin' on his homies, Synoptic-style.
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I would be fine with relaxing/unenforcing health regulations when food is not being sold.
Why does 21 have a Content-Type: multipart/alternative when the body only has one part?
OT: We're saving our own lives.*
*It's really, really hard to pick out the stupidest lyric from "We Are the World" and "Do They Know It's Christmas?".
42: Take it up with AOL. Because the email I used as the template had a second content type which I removed. I'm almost tempted to say that I'm impressed, but in keeping with my online persona and the mannered air of "kidding on the square" that we pretend to maintain here, I will merely say that that is quite the feat of little bitchery.
Actually after posting 42 I noticed that the body of 21 actually does have the boundary for the second part (text/html, quopri-encoded), just not the stuff itself.
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Magdalen College, Ocford, Nov. 6.
22 et al.- We're just as liberal/nosy as your city but we don't have that restriction in our schools.
There is another path- if you offer your services as an occasional child care provider, which can typically be done on an ad hoc basis outside the jack boot of the regulatory state, the customers will often offer you access to whatever is available in their fridge. Then the food consumer gets to be the entrepreneur and the provider of food gets to support a small business. Bummer about the dealing with kids part, though, and the fact that they probably wouldn't hire a weird young single guy.
*It's really, really hard to pick out the stupidest lyric from "We Are the World" and "Do They Know It's Christmas?".
My vote is for "There won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime."
"Do they know it's Christmas" itself is kind of dumb. Imagine a Saudi relief effort for the U.S. with all these heartfelt Muslims singing "Do They Know It's Ramadan at all..."
50. I am now suspicious of everything, including my 11 year old, of trollery.
I will respond with this malicious joke about the song's recording, from Wikipedia:
Each of the performers took his or her position at around 10:30 pm and began to sing. Several hours passed before Stevie Wonder announced that he would like to substitute the "sha-lum sha-lin-gay" sound for a line in Swahili.[17][18] At this point, Waylon Jennings left the recording studio and never returned; he allegedly felt that no "good ole boy" ever sang in Swahili.[17][18] A heated debate ensued, in which several artists rejected the suggestion. The "sha-lum sha-lin-gay" sound ran into opposition as well and was subsequently removed from the song. The participants eventually decided to sing something meaningful in English.
This song was responsible for my understanding as a small child that in Africa, nothing ever grows, and no rain or rivers flow. Learning about the Nile and tropical rainforests and etc. a few years later was pretty confusing. I've never trusted Bob Geldof since.
51.1 -- after my immersion in Horseysurprise, I've been imagining lovely trollery everywhere. It's like a whole new way of seeing the world.
The lyrics to "Do They Know Its Christmas" are so stupid that it's hard to imagine actual people writing them. 53 is a surprisingly plausible alternative.
Lionel Ritchie and Michael Jackson during the US's peak cocaine years. See also roughly everything that Stephen King wrote.
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Wow, these tomatoes are wretchedly flavorless. Even given the cliche of cardboard tomatoes, these are more gross than usual.
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My balcony pot of tomatoes stopped actually growing about a month ago but I have been slowly coaxing them into ripeness ever since. (some have actually continued to ripen on the vine & some I have in a bowl inside). A few have not-great texture but the flavour is excellent.
Kitchens in churches usually have to meet restaurant standards.
There is a group here which sells fruits and vegetables that the supermarkets are discarding for $2 a bag. I don't think that they follow much in the way of regulations, and the operation is mostly volunteer-run. I kind of wonder why they don't shut things down.
