Whole Foods is the SHiT son.

Current iTunes shuffle winning track: The World is Not Enough by Garbage (Unkle mix)
Man is it good.
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I love specialty food stores. They carry some of the most awesome products ever to have been known to humanity. For example, butterscotch popcorn clusters with macadamias, Greek yogurt, instant Indian food, oatmeal raisin chunk ice cream and orangina. These stores are like a big "fuck you" to corporate America's scheme to commodify all the goods and services that have, are, and will be distributed to it's colony of ants. At the same time, specialty food stores are also a safe haven for trend following obnoxious kambucha-loving earth people, the modified to becoming nature loving 2.0 freaks, who look down upon cheeto and wheat thin connoisseurs. It is that fact, and that fact alone that stores like Trader Joes, Wild Oats (r.i.p), and New Leaf recieve a nine out of ten stars in my book of types of stores I have been to throughout my lifetime.

Obviously, patchouli/kambucha followers and I do not mix. However, specialty food stores do redeem themselves at times when I am able to find F-in amazing products while unknowingly and yet successfully evading tree people who may or may not be incognito. Today I was especially pleased with my shopping experience at a specialty food store-Whole Foods. While I did not spot any Peanut Butter Panda Puffs, the cereal at Trader Joes which always manages to put a smile on my face (what did I expect?), I did manage to find brownie samples, persimmon-rose-geranium deodorant, and saffron infused rose water ice cream with pistachios. I purchased the later two. The deodorant has a lite and pleasant scent that is paraben free. So it will be impossible for aluminum to enter my armpits. High five!!! The ice cream is actually pretty good too. It's pretty similar to the cardamom pistachio ice cream at Marianne's in Santa Cruz except that it's liter. Actually, I take it back. The ice cream is pretty F-in awesome. Give me another High Five!!!

I deserve it.

It just sucks how much the prices of food has risen. Maybe it's a slight blessing in disguise sent to turn the obese, and just plain overweight, people of America back to how they used to look pre-McDonald era. Or maybe it's a plot against the American people to, on average, become even bigger and require two seats on the bus, subway, whatever instead of one by forcing them to buy even more instant ramen and ultimately resorting to wonderbread and velveeta.

Well, regardless of the price increase. Farmer's market food is still quite good. You can't really beat having strawberry nutella crepes with papusas, tamales, or chilaquiles with garlic fries and freshly squeezed lemonade with berries in it. And the blueberry cornbread is to die for. All of this is eaten in steady pace...of course. Duh?

So I'm pretty done with writing this blog, but I just have one more thought that might be worth sharing. Music and memory tags. Sometimes they're good and sometimes they hit sore spots. It's pretty impossible to still be listening to Garbage on shuffle at this point. Right now it's all about Karsh Kale. A mix of "Deepest Blue" which was on a cd that I often played in my bathroom while taking a shower in my old new apartment. I'm listening to it right now and it reminds me of when I used to take a shower and get ready to see someone who was pretty special to me at the time. It also reminds me of how ridiculously awesome I smelled after taking that shower and how great I felt my hair looked at the time. Memories. I think I'll keep those last two.

Stay tuned.