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Why is it that when I buy organic fruit, each individual piece has to have a giant “ORGANIC” label on it, half the size of the fruit itself? Somewhere, there’s an organic skidder clearcutting an old growth forest to make paper, upon which sweatshop workers will surely use organic ink and organic glue to fashion these incredibly unnecessary giant green labels.

I declare war on Sprouts; from now on I will remove the extra label from each piece of fruit and affix it to the bin in which the fruit resides (which is appropriately labeled). Stay tuned.

It snowed last night. Before you make fun of us: this is rare enough that it made MSNBC’s front page, though I’m pretty sure their snowman picture is fake and the school officials who closed schools were being a tad overzealous. Okay, a lot overzealous. Anyway, here are some pictures of the juxtaposition of cacti and ice (and meat):

Snow in Tucson

I’m back, and I’ve finally set up Gallery. Here are three weeks of my life in photos:

Boulder
New York
Washington, D.C.

Enjoy!

Well, Hebrew National says they answer to a higher authority. I’m not sure what happens when you eat their hot dogs with Bush’s baked beans, but we did anyway.

(first pics from the new camera, but not worth seeing full-size)