On Tuesday I wore a green shirt. Not to say that I regretted doing so, but when I reached in my closet unaware of the color of shirt that I pulled out, I was in no way conscious enough to recognize that the day was Earth Day. I forgot, even though I had heard constant reminders, including a Nancy Pelosi and Newt Gingrich commercial that probably could have made me turn green with disgust if I would have allowed myself to watch it in it’s entirety.
Needless to say, my green shirt was accompanied by many others who decided to show their pride for not only Earth Day, but a green planet that has essentially become the goal of true and poser environmentalists alike.
Shortly after turning sixteen, probably one of the first times I put gas in my gas, I was asked if I wanted to pay a dollar to support a cause and put on my name on a green ribbon on paper that would later be taped onto the glass of the store with the ribbons of others who had also donated.
And in case you’ve never noticed, the store clerk never tells you exactly what it is your donating. A few weeks ago, at a Valero a woman asked me if I wanted to donate my chain for “kids”. I said “yes”, and walked off with my change in my pocket, because after all I am someone’s kid.
However, that’s completely relevant to the green ribbon I bought. The green symbolized not a healthy environment, but rather a fund for farmers who were struggling. I obviously didn’t know this until I read it on the paper, but at the same time it wasn’t common knowledge for me to associate the color with striving for a better environment. And soon, the meaning will disappear again.
For 13 years in school, at the end of October, my classmates and I wore a red ribbon ignorant to what it really stood for. It’s a shame that I’m going to miss out on the Green Ribbon Week that will probably be implemented in the next couple of years. Of course, there is the high chance that this “green thing” will blow over by then after people realize how hard going green is, or that, to quote the originator of the idea, Kermit the Frog, “It’s not easy being green”.

I’m not much of a baker. In fact, I’m not sure if I can come up with a list of more than three or four food items that I’ve baked successfully in my entire lifetime. Last November I came the closest I ever have, but I started out trying to make a pumpkin pie from a Rachel Ray holiday recipe and after it was done I was bombarded with tons of praise claiming that they “would have never guessed that they would like sweet potato pudding”. Anything that I have ever tried to bake involving chocolate comes out bitter. This is due to the fact that I use baker’s chocolate and choose to not add sugar because I make the assumption that the treat is already sweet enough with the excess amounts of chocolate, forgetting that the baker’s chocolate isn’t the least bit sweet. For me, my chocolate treats equals guaranteed bitterness. So naturally, this is the first thing that came to my mind when I heard Senator Obama’a comments on Pennsylvanian voters while in close company of a few upper-class San Franciscan potential campaign contributors. I’ve come to the conclusion that Obama is on what is slowly becoming a tour around the country to expose the real Barack Obama to the American Public. The tour was kicked off with the wonderful opening acts of his wife describing the “mean America” that she has only recently become proud of. Then, shortly after, we were all blessed to witness a cameo of Obama’s former pastor offering up his best substitute to where the national anthem would normally be heard. And now as the main event is starting, just in time for the primary on the 22th, we find the candidates beliefs that religion is clutch to all those racist gun possessing small town middleclass workers flustered with the economy. Barack presented himself early on as an exceptional baker, but its seems like the more we taste of the Change Cake, the more we realize that maybe Obama also forgot to add sugar. Warning: the final product may be a tad bitter.

I want to keep this blog updated regularly and that was my goal when I starting posting on this new blog. However, I probably won't and I've come to terms with this truth. I'm sorry.