So you live in this city and you start to hear rumblings about a major food event happening there. It has roots in some good, maybe even great, ideas. Passionate people are spearheading the event, and before you know it, this thing, which is not yet named or fleshed out, gets National coverage. Soon people are a-buzz everywhere and people from all areas of your life are telling and asking and directing your towards it.
What is this thing?
And why is it coming to your city? And who is behind it? And why does it sound like tens of thousands of people will descend on your city without a map or a goal or anything but an empty stomach?
Why, why, why why why why why why, WHY?
When, where, how, what, who?
Perhaps Slow Food Nation is a gathering of surrealists for whom food is their medium of the moment.
Perhaps Slow Food Nation is a mystery and you have to be here to experience it.
Perhaps Slow Food Nation IS RADICAL.
Perhaps Slow Food Nation is a Be In.
Perhaps Slow Food Nation is like nothing you've ever:
known, seen, tasted, smelled, experienced, discovered, loved, despised, enjoyed, partook in, rebelled against, participated in, protested, ventured into, been skeptical of, took a stand for,
rallied against, felt nothing for, knew nothing of, loved, hated, liked, didn't care one way or the other, paid or volunteered for, got behind, said No to, inquired about, organized, thought about, thought nothing about,
took a preemptive strike against, shat on, made fun of, laughed at, laughed with, took pride in, changed your life for, took time off for, ignored, were invited to, knew nothing of, couldn't give a rat's ass about, looked forward to your whole life of, couldn't wait for, wished you'd never heard of it?
I don't know. I have no idea how you feel.
And you know what?
Slow Food Nation doesn't know either.
And it's possible they don't care. And it's possible they do care.
Slow Food Nation
is going to happen. with or without your excitement and participation. will not please all the people all the time. will make history. is going to be insanely broad and disorganized and frenetic and overwhelming and educational and too much and not enough and not exactly right and not perfect and.
so what if it's not perfect? is anything perfect?
Oh San Francisco, I beseech you!
Look how rich our land is, how deep our American, as well as Californian, privilege stretches. We are so jaded, so spoiled, so damned lucky! Why so much moaning and complaining? Sure, I'll agree, this SFN thing is disorganized and I wish it weren't. I would much rather a neat little package were delivered to my doorstep so I didn't have to change out of my pajamas to walk out of my door and retrieve it.
This is the first one of it's kind. It means you can be a part of it. And next year, or next time, you can say, "I was a part of that crazy wonderful insane fantastic frantic overwhelming delicious disappointing amazing frightening event." I can't believe I survived it's wondrousness. ZOW.
Will you go? To any of it? Why?
Will you leave town? Will you avoid it all? Why?
Any other musings, complaints, hopes, desires, disillusions, epiphanies, rants, etc? Please feel free to place them in the space provided below. P.S. This is a venue for discussion, which may include disagreements, but it is not a place for attacks or anonymous insults.