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Tuesday, March 09, 2010 :: Trash Log
I have decided to keep a trash log for one week. I will take note of every single thing I throw away. At the end of the week (Tues, 3/16), I will assess my trash and figure out how I can contribute less to our global landfill.

It is almost 11 a.m. and I have already thrown out six items (though one of them includes a few strands of hair, so I'm not sure that counts but I want to be thorough).

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Thursday, March 04, 2010 :: Cookie Bunny

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Saturday, February 13, 2010 :: The Blues Have It

Christina Siriano. New York Fashion Week 2010.

Anthony's winning design from episode 5 of Project Runway season 7 looks very similar.

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Thursday, January 28, 2010 :: Nervous.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010 :: Vegetarian Tales


I never quite understand why people decide to debate with me about being vegetarian. Do they expect me to be like, "Oh my god, your logic is so obvious. I think I'll definitely start eating meat again after six and a half years"?

If one day, I had to eat meat, it would be for health reasons. Other than that, I'm sticking to my convictions. Without loyalty to yourself, what are you?

In the book Eating Animals, Jonathan Safran Foer gives an anecdote about his grandmother, a Holocaust survivor, who had to run from the Nazis during the Second World War.

“The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn’t know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me.”
“He saved your life.”
“I didn’t eat it.”
“You didn’t eat it?”
“It was pork. I wouldn’t eat pork.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“What, because it wasn’t kosher?”
“Of course.”
“But not even to save your life?”
“If nothing matters, there’s nothing to save.”

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