Food For Thought

I have to go off to work today because no one has seen fit to bestow riches upon me--yet. So I'll post about Michael Pollan this evening (the event was great--a lot of food for thought). I felt very much like a dork because I took notes so I'd remember what he said. The woman sitting next to me kept looking over at what I was writing. She probably thought I was an over achieving student or something. But her attention made me self-conscious and so I started scrawling illegibly so she couldn't read it. Problem is, I'm going to have trouble reading it now. It will probably take me most of the day to decipher everything. Did I mention how much of a dork I am?