disclaimer: this post contains rantings which may or may not be interpreted as "bitter." but please know that i am far too young to be legitimately bitter about anything in life, so rantings are permissible in moderation.
so one of my most favoritest things that has been introduced to me this summer in provo is the farmer's market every saturday. some of the booths are dumb and (in the words of grace) "kitschy," selling things like really ugly lawn decorations or snow cones (which is fine if you have a 5 year old with you). but there are other booths that are just legitimately cool. like two weeks ago, i ate some hungarian food homemade right in front of me by an actual hungarian woman who spoke with an accent and was missing some important teeth. and it was ridiculously good, not like "hey let's go to cafe rio" kind of good, but more like "wow this is an explosion of exotic flavors on my tongue and I LIKE IT." and today i ate some middle eastern food prepared by people from egypt and i tried out the 4 or 5 words i learned on my one day of arabic 101, and there were little girls running around speaking arabic and i got a free cup of hibiscus juice. yeah, hibiscus like the flower. they made juice out of it and it was probably one of the most beautiful colors i've ever seen. and as i was sitting on the grass eating and watching a really old man play the guitar and sing, i thought, "wow, i never would have thought this kind of thing existed in provo." somewhere in this little town i thought solely revolved around BYU there is an iranian woman who speaks farsi and who has a bunch of egyptian friends who make some killer pepper dip. and there's also a hungarian woman who never uses canned food but makes everything from scratch. these people are genuinely interesting. and i like that.
contrast this with the vapid conversations and social interactions encountered pretty much everywhere at BYU, but more specifically today sitting by the pool. let me start with another disclaimer: i love BYU. i'm glad i'm here. i think it is an excellent university and a fun place to make friends and have good experiences. BUT. sometimes i can't help but sigh in boredom over the constant see-and-be-seen culture here. and don't get me wrong. i'm just as guilty of it as everyone else. but i'm bored of listening to conversational patterns as boys try to get girls' numbers and girls giggle and pretend like they don't know exactly what's going on (and i'm even more bored of having to go through it myself). "hey, (insert girl's name here), text me later if you still want to play." seriously? first of all, if you want to "play" with (girl's name), how about you use your words like a big boy and ASK her. and second of all, if (girl's name) wanted to "play" with you, she probably would have already found a gigglingly manipulative way to get you to ask her in the first place 23 minutes ago.
so i'm ranting a little bit. but it's ok. and i decided today that i'd like to live in oregon. the end.
5 comments:
I concur. We're going to really enjoy Oregon (oh yeah, I'm coming with you). Turns out, too, that Oregon's really into farmer's markets: http://www.oregonfarmersmarkets.org/index.html
Yeah, let's do it.
me and adam went to the farmer's market a couple of week's ago. it is really cool to be there! it's even cooler when you have money to fully enjoy it so someday we will get to do that. i did get some awesome zucchini though. and a magnet. score!
no no. I insist you write out actual full conversations that you're overhearing. I love that stuff. and then making fun of it.
I remember when I was at UofA, before class began, I'd be furtively scribbling what appeared to be notes or something important, but no, I was just copying down live hilariously airheaded conversations that were going on around me that I knew I wouldn't remember later and then mailing (old-fashioned mailing) them to friends in their letters.
And they ate them up and begged for more.
like I am now. from you.
oh I just love you amy.
I love farmer's markets! they're supposed to be opening up a little one on the street my new apt is on, hoorah. i found one in DC that had the most amazing fresh goat cheese and the juiciest most delicious peach i've ever had in my life. we need to move to oregon and go to farmer's markets every saturday and i can bake bread and we can take day trips to the seaside and live happily ever after and only ever text "do you want to play?" to each other.
p.s. it's totally alright to gripe a bit every now and then. i support this whole-heartedly.
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