My piece on visiting one of the most popular Greek islands without all the bustle appears in today’s Washington Post Travel section. This is my first story for Post Travel and I’m thrilled to see it! Reporting the story wasn’t so bad, either.
Last month, Michael Pollan released his seventh food book, Cooked, and I wrote about it for The Jewish Daily Forward. The book is based on the epiphany that many of his tortured foodie questions had the same answer: Cook. This simple, inherantly communal idea embodies a theme that has been in my life a lot lately.
Pollan’s book is an homage and philosophical journey to home cooking. Much of Pollan’s research, however, did not take place in his house in the Bay Area. Instead, he entered the far-flung realms of barbecue pit men, artisanal bakers, and fermentos — communities that run thick with tradition and passion.
That theme of deep community continued as I attended the Do Good Summit on May 3 to see the likes of Our Black Year author Maggie Anderson, local B Corp founder Raj Aggarwal, and DC Brau‘s Jeff Hancock. As I wandered the brand new, sunny corridors of the Anacostia Arts Center, I received a tweet:
Of course. Soupergirl, one of my favorite local businesses, had saved a loaf of challah and was going to make sure I got it. I’d come in a couple of days before to request it, without even giving my name. That request went onto a sticky note, which turned into a Twitter ping, which found me as I went about my day. I’d like to see Safeway do that!
At that time, I was gearing up for the DC State Fair Seedling Swap. It took place two days later. While the Do Good Summit was the inaugural conference of the new art gallery and community space, the crowd at the swap packed northeast DC’s Center for Green Urbanism for its last event before it moved out. The rush of community concern over the closing touched my heart just as much as the love of green things percolating through the rooms. The Center is currently searching for a new home.
Right now, those tomato and marigold and peanut seedlings are growing on front stoops and window sills and raised beds around the District. But the frost is coming tonight. I hope we can keep this all going.
A friend of mine is stepping down after a tour de force performance as executive director of the Crossroads Community Food Network. Could you, dear reader, fill her shoes in service of this vibrant, pioneering food organization? Or perhaps you know someone who can?
Here is the posting:
Organization: Crossroads Community Food Network
Job Opening: Executive Director
Crossroads Community Food Network (“Crossroads”), a food access non-profit based in Takoma Park, MD is seeking a half-time Executive Director to oversee and grow this small and innovative organization. The ideal candidate will have vision and creativity, experience with food systems work, success as a non-profit fundraiser, and will embrace the challenges and opportunities of leading a small and dynamic organization.
To apply, please send resume, cover letter, and three references to lydiaoberholtzer[at]gmail.com. Application deadline: May 10, 2013, 5pm EDT. Read on or download the full job description. Continue reading
It’s Earth Day, a celebration and cultivation all things green and growing. But in the past week, the country’s biggest crop was fear. First came the Boston Marathon bombings on Monday, followed soon after by the ricin in President Obama’s mail and deadly explosions of West, Tex.
Usually slow to internalize threats, figuring I could die any minute regardless of where I am, this time I felt a pinball of worry start to ricochet around my chest. I live just a few miles from the White House, the Pentagon, and the National Mall with its surge of tourists (one of whom, you have to remember, recently turned up dead — and wasn’t the first). These could each be the next place to shatter. Continue reading
I recently met up for dinner with a few friends, including one who had just graduated from an ASL interpreter training program. As we gazed at a kaleidoscope of pictures outside an East Village restaurant, someone asked if the menu looked good to me. “I think so, but I’ve never experienced Japanese tapas,” I said. Suddenly, the interpreter friend declared that I had code switched.
Code switching is a linguistic term for moving between languages. And Code Switch happens to be the name of a new National Public Radio blog about race, culture, and ethnicity. Hearing a piece about it this morning brought me back to that night. Learning that NPR had chosen that title also warmed my wordy heart. Continue reading
This past weekend, I waxed nostalgic about a time before I was born. I was attending the event We’re All Videofreex at the School of Visual Arts in New York City, honoring the video collective that ran on creativity, activism, and my father’s ability to solder together errant wires. The legacy of early video and other dissident media set the stage for our landscape today. I’m proud to claim roots in both the past and present.
Video by Rhea