Point 1: Wikipedia is just as trustworthy as any other site in the wonderful web - or even the news on the tellie. I.E. do not trust any source you cannot cross-reference, and if you can cross-reference Wikipedia, you should be able to utilize it as a scholarly source. The New York Times is just as arbitrary, anyway.
Point 2: Synesthesia is medically termed a disease. However, this is a matter of perspective (dually). It does not harm the "affected" individual, nor the people around them. Apparently, though, sensing the world in an unconventional manner is something that needs treatment. I vote treatment means not bringing synesthetes to the average persons boring average world: treatment means ridding us of colicky up-tightness and chasing the spectrum these lovely souls behold on a day-to-day basis. Ooooh, we now know the moral of the blog! Hoorah!
Notwithstanding, I would not like to contain myself to philosophical ramblings about hippie things like rainbows, so if you like random then you should be my fan.
So subject number one = today, huzzah. Today is Sunday/Saturday - seeing as I am manning the 1am-7am shift at the front desk of the residence hall I work at, these days are the same to me until I sleep. Which will be at 7am. Moving on...today, I attended illigit "intimate supper-club" hosted by hushDENVER. First, a little background scoop on your author - I am currently drinking loose-leaf tea, as I often do. Some of this tea becomes konbucha, which I make by placing an alien in a flower-vase full of tea and honey. The alien eats the sugar and spits out acetic acid (vinegar-ish) and a little alcohol. Remember the alien in Men in Black that exists on sugar? That alien resides in a vat of tea in my bedroom. Aside from my alien tea (which carries me through my global governance class... caffeine + sugar = interested student), I grow basil on my windowsill. My fridge contains a home-made sourdough culture. I read Michael Pollan religiously; I volunteer with a local farmer-coop called High Plains. I, good reader, am food-infatuated. Foodie, if I may.
With this in mind, my invitation to hushDENVER's event in which I had to receive an email invitation and pay a "donation" in cash for my meal - all because holding dinner parties for profit in secret venues without liquor or space licenses is illegal for half-stupid reasons. Therefore, an invitation to hushDENVER is like an invitation to the Fight Club. The first rule of hushDENVER is never speak about hushDENVER. Badass. (never mind that they have a website and this is why I found out about it...that point is unnecessary to the plot). Fantastic food by Root Down chefs, a posh venue, fellow food-crazed folks, not least a boyfriend who feels the same bliss as I when sipping kabocha soup with lime cream...I am blessed!
So in sum, I would like to commemorate my inauguration to the upper crust of the Denver foodie community. Though not really, because from now on my supping must not exceed what I make in a day's wages. But dreams don't have to match reality, right?
Beyond this, happy daylight savings (the most apparent example of denial and anal-retentiveness in society today), and watch this, it is wonderful: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFicqklGuB0
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