And you know what makes tofu even better? Spices! Sauces! Things that have a bunch of different flavors!
In other words… variety.
Variety itself is a funny concept. There are some things that need it, run on it, are simply not at all fun without it while other things are (in my opinion) simply better being routine.
Last night I spent some time ripping music from CDs and importing the songs into my iTunes (fixed the weird color problem by the way, just a setting in Vista…. Grrr Vista). I ripped Dean Martin, Shakira, and then Sarah Brighton. Mmmmm eclectic taste in music….
Yesterday I spent a good portion of my time debating about such things as gay marriage and poverty… and also wrote about the bottle of sweat. Because really… nothing says well rounded person like admitting that I bought a bottle of sweat while closely examining a political process with people who disagree with you.
See… variety is a good thing! And it can be an essential part of understanding your fellow society members. I daily interact with people who disagree with me on a variety of subjects and people who have vastly different tastes in things than my own refined palate. (And with the exception of those of you who still cling to the notion that rap is a form of music, I support your wildly amusing sense of taste.) I am ocasionaly mystified by these folks who don’t share my view of the world… many times frustrated when I can’t understand… but mostly I am thankful to be able to interact with them, to be able to find some sort of common ground, to be able to learn and grow as a person.
But there are some area where variety just isn’t really worth it.
Leave my popcorn alone damnit.. it doesn’t need your cheese, your caramel, your extra butter… (ick!) it just needs to be worshiped as the nearly perfect food that it is!
My dear friends Jackie and Leah once held a sort of impromptu intervention for me to discuss the lack of color variety in my wardrobe.
Seems all I was wearing was black, red, and dark blue (jeans)
They practically forced me into garments of green and pink and white and even an ill fated brown.
I have since gone back to my ways of mostly red, black, blue… with the occasional white and green thrown in for good measure because there is something comforting in knowing which colors I look decent in… and something really nice about the whole mix and match style of lazy fashion choices.
Monday: black tee shirt,
Tuesday: (new from Mervyns) green sweater
Wed: red sweater
Thursday black and red sweater set
Everyday so far: jeans and black boots
I am a creature of habit. I am soooo very much okay with that.
And for a fun spin ‘round the net to check out a variety of blogs about peace… check out my BlogRoll before people start posting about other things.