Such is the demented nature of the universe that I was too weak to properly respond to my being hit on by carloads of Betties and Veronicas—all except for the cheeky Cheryl Anderson who gave me ‘manual release’ the day I lost my eye-brows, followed by a flood of tears and the snapping of Polaroids in which I wear a knit toque. Gush gush.

I have seen the first of the smoke signals, Gulunna, he said, Chief Bulla's tribes are on their way.

But intentional locavorism as a phenomenon is quite recent, and only exists within and against the context of the globalized corporate food market.

My parents didn't want me to see him any more, but I finally won them around.