Dark at 4:30
A week has passed since I have posted last. I have been writing a lot, but not on this blog. Mostly, I have been writing about Jurgen Habermas. Incidentally, Habermas did his Habilitation at the University of Marburg: the alma mater of my friend Nils. Nils is coming to visit Wisconsin on Wednesday for a week. I am very excited. It is good that he is from northern Germany, because the sun sets here around 4:30pm, if not earlier. I wonder if the cold will come back, though, because as dark as Germany can get, the depths of Wisconsin winter are far more frigid than Germany's long nighted season.
I don't have any particular insights this evening (at least none that I have the time to inscribe here). I helped lead a Buddhist meditation node at church this morning. My friend Dan helped by leading a classic metta meditation. It was very nice.
Oh, in the spirit of interactivity, I would like to open a discussion on the wonders and problems of potlucks. In Madison, especially in the winter, they take on a dominant role among modes of socializing, especially on the east side.
So, the question is: what do you think of potlucks? How often do you go to potlucks? What dish do you bring or would you bring? Can you describe a particularly remarkable potluck? Has anyone had a bad potluck experience?
If you haven't commented before, here is your chance to engage. It's easy, fun, and somewhat rewarding.
I don't have any particular insights this evening (at least none that I have the time to inscribe here). I helped lead a Buddhist meditation node at church this morning. My friend Dan helped by leading a classic metta meditation. It was very nice.
Oh, in the spirit of interactivity, I would like to open a discussion on the wonders and problems of potlucks. In Madison, especially in the winter, they take on a dominant role among modes of socializing, especially on the east side.
So, the question is: what do you think of potlucks? How often do you go to potlucks? What dish do you bring or would you bring? Can you describe a particularly remarkable potluck? Has anyone had a bad potluck experience?
If you haven't commented before, here is your chance to engage. It's easy, fun, and somewhat rewarding.
posted by Breathing at 5:05 PM
5 Comments:
potlucky. well. in highschool i learned that potlucks are somehow stereotypically associated with lesbians. i always thought it was more middle-aged churchgoers but whatever.
i like the idea. julia always used to say if she ever got married and had a reception, she'd want it potluck.
i would make desserts, if i went to one.
Lesbians, huh? well, i guess lesbians go to potlucks here in madison, certainly. but more so than others? i don't think so. interesting that you bring up the churchgoing crowd as potluckers. i wonder if madisonians have co-opted the social form, for they often take on subversive flavors here. for example: the socialist potluck at the wil-mar center.
i have often been a lame potlucker, either piggy backing on someone else (jessica, my ex-partner) or making something simple. sunday's nottingfeast at my coop featured a rousing rendition of miso soup by yours truly. i don't think anyone ate it.
i appreciate your humor, kbryna. in retrospect (actually, i knew it at the time), this could be my lamest post to date. i also realized that i have been underserving my commenters. they have been generous and i have negligent. i should comment back to my commenters.
huolqyl: the edge of dissatisfaction a blogger realizes upon the occasion of the death of a post by underfeeding its gaping, hungry mouth of a comment box.
re: potlucks. i enjoy them. i used to go to potlucks all the time at hampshire, mostly because my roommates were serious potluck fanatics and i could always 'piggy back,' as you eloquently put it, on their goodie-awesomeness. yeah, i like potlucks, mostly because i like the sort of person who goes to them. the irony is that i'm not really that sort of person, but some sort of potluck groupie, or potluck-imposter. on that note, what i would bring: past-er.
re: randomness: neurosis is truly the cause of the world's ills, and should be eliminated. especially in my ex-girlfriend, i think, just now ;)
re: your post: everyone's been silent lately, including me. break the mold, chris-la! tell us what's on your mind!
My favorite thing about potlucks is the phrase often found in the invitation: "please bring a dish to pass." It's so utterly ambiguous unless you know what's going on. Wow, that was rewarding!
Oh, yes the code of the potluck.
That brings up another container: secret or exclusive language such as jargon, lingo, terminology, and others.
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