[479] in Vegetarian_Support_Group
Sacrifice
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (James Collins)
Wed Apr 5 09:51:35 1995
Date: Wed, 5 Apr 1995 08:54:11 -0500
To: vsg@MIT.EDU
From: jxc7@psu.edu (James Collins)
Hi Dinners,
I'm out here in the middle of rural Pennsylvania. Penn State. Geographic
center of this land of William Penn and Benjamin Franklin. Surrounded by
300 miles of bovine filled landscape. We don't have any vegetarian
restaurants now. We once did, it burned down and was never replaced. I
think the owner may have moved to Coolige Corner. More sadly, we have no
Thai eaterie. I miss the Veggie Pad thai and lemon grass soup. The crunch
of galingle. The aroma of Thai Basil. The warm flavour of Kaffir Lime. The
childlike charm and excess of Sri Racha. We have as lot of pizza. Only at
home are we able to indulge our gustatorial curiosities. When I read your
culinary correspondences, delivered daily to my mail box, so spontaneous,
intimate, and filled with the knowledge that at any time you can pack off
and meet companions at some wonderful dinning spot to satisfy your desires,
I feel empty. Envious. I want what you want. I want to smell what you
smell. Taste what you taste. I want to mime your every gesture and share in
the warm glow of the feast. I'll even order what you order. I have no
shame. However, I do have guilt. And it is because of this guilt that I
feel I must be marginalized. Cut off. Removed from the list once and for
all. Only in this way can the group survive, in peace and happiness.
Uncontaminated by my bum trip. So, I beg of you, cut the cord, cast me
adrift. Let me go. It's really the best thing. Take heart that I may, from
time to time, wander amoungst you as a "Lurker". I'll miss you all. Bon
Appetit .
James
