“It would not do for the consumer to know that the hamburger she is eating came from a steer who spent much of his life standing deep in his own excrement in a feedlot, helping to pollute the local streams. Or that the calf that yielded the veal cutlet on her plate spent its life in a box in which it did not have room to turn around. Wendell Berry, "The Pleasures of Eating," What Are People For?, 1989 Jesus pioneered a relationship ethic based on compassion. Being a disciple means building relationships - with the Creator and with all creation and creatures.” PeopleKnowsMeanHelpingTurnsJesusPleasureAnimalRoomsCompassionCreationBuildingCreaturesEatingEthicsStandingBoxesCreatorLocalsConsumersStreamsPlatesDiscipleSteersBerriesHamburgersCalvesBuilding Relationships Author:Leonard Sweet
“Reservations and cloth napkins are really minor pinnacles in the high sierra of the New York lunch. The zenith, the Mount Whitney of lunches, the noon meal at which all local lines of force converge [is] the Bar Room of the Four Seasons.” ForceLinesRoomsFourNew YorkSeasonsBarsLocalsMealsLunchMinorsNoonReservationsPinnacleSierraNapkinsWhitneyZenithFour Seasons Author:Raymond Sokolov
“I used to sleep on the floor in friends' rooms, returning Coke bottles for food, money, and getting weekly free meals at a local temple” UsedSleepRoomsLocalsMealsTemplesBottlesCoke Author:Steve Jobs
“How we delight to build our recollections upon some basis of reality,--a place, a country, a local habitation! how the events of life, as we look back upon them, have grown into the well-remembered background of the places where they fell upon us! Here is some sunny garden or summer lane, beautified and canonized forever, with the flood of a great joy; and here are dim and silent places,--rooms always shadowed and dark to us, whatever they may be to others,--where distress or death came once, and since then dwells forevermore.” WellsLooksMayCountryRealityJoyDarkRoomsForeverEventsSummerGardenBasesSilentDelightBackgroundsLocalsRememberedAssociationFloodDistressSunnyLanesRecollectionGreat Joy Author:Washington Irving