Good Food Review

I went to an Italian restaurant on the corner of Lake and Ogden called La Luce ("Light" in Italian). It was a nice, small place. The walls were lined with memorabilia; it kind of felt like I was in a museum. There was a poster advertising the "Great War", mugshots of Al Capone, what seemed like an old-fashioned piano, and othr miscellaneous items. I was kept nice and warm because there was an old-fashioned furncein the middle of the restaurant.

I order the Homemade Ravioli. I asked the waiter what sauce I should get along with the Ravioli. He tells me that the marinara is good, so I order it. The waiter was a nice fellow. While I was waiting for the Ravioli, he went and talked to the other waiters in Italian. For some reason this made me feel more homely. Language often defines culture, and this made the whole restaurant experience feel more authentic.

The Ravioli was covered with plenty of marinara. The marinara was very flavorful, having the perfect zesty taste to complement the subtle taste of the Ravioli stuffed with ricotta cheese. There were about seven large Ravioli. By the end of the meal, I was rather satisfied, especially with the french bread served earlier.

The meal was quite pricey; it was $16.95. I usually don't have meals this expensive, but it actually was one of the least expensive on the menu. Overall, it was a good meal. If you are willing to spend the money, La Luce is a pretty good place to eat.   

King still King?

Does Martin Luther King Jr. hold the prestige and influence as he once did? Ultimately, has his philosophy taken hold as a part of American society, or has it been heard by deaf ears?  There has been considerable change in race relations since Martin Luther King Jr.'s generation, but I think MLK would not think it has been enough. MLK said, "Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him." I think racism has become less external, something that can be physically seen/heard/felt as it was before. It has become less socially acceptable. People still have prejudices, but now they are more likely internalize/suppress them, and it comes out in different ways than before. MLK would still like to strive for removal of hate from our thoughts. During MLK day, I thought about him for a bit. He thought nonviolence was the only way to uplift African Americans. I believe that using aggression and violence can bring about freedom, but I am not sure that it would have been the best way to do so during the Civil Rights Movement. Wouldn't violence create more hate towards the African American communtiy and justify the stereotypes applied to them? It might temporarily bring about liberty, but I am not sure how it will be in the long run. Dr. King had a controversial view that clashed with many other Civil Rights leaders. I think that he believed in true equality between white and black.

I’m a Shoe

Yes, I am a shoe, which means I was probably made in China. I am probably the product of a multinational corporation, going to be sold for much more than the cost of my production. It is truly a wonder how globalization has affected all things in our daily lives, including shoes. I could be a shoe that is made with genuine leather, which means I was made from parts of a cow. This cow probably came from an industrial factory farm owned by a large food corporation housing many cows. Or maybe I am a shoe that has survived some sort of horrible disaster that has wiped out much of humankind and now am the subject of apocalyptic literature.

To be honest I do not know what this blog is supposed to be about...

I can be something that is fashionable or purely utilitarian, just simply covering my user's feet. My soles are there to console, to lessen the impact of the ground. My user's feet smell horrible after one day's worth of work with me on. I get tattered up, but my owner is still loyal to me. I do not get chucked into the trash like my cousins after two years. Having holes and split seams, my owner still loves me, using me when he goes out for a run. Otherwise, I am kept in his cozy closet. But I feel something. I feel like I am slowly biodegrading into the hardwood floor. Soon I will be only a memory...