Rethinking Meat

March 26, 2009

I think this is why I don’t really like eating meat:


Absolutely disgusting. That’s probably why the corner deli smells like rotting and spoiled meat. After closing for a few months over the fall and winter, they reopened to a smelly start. They posted new advertisements for Halal meat, but what’s the point if it’s rotten? I think that’s what I miss about NJ – the fresh meat (and fresher and cheaper groceries in general). I love having a grocery store right next to me, but again, what’s the point if the fruit isn’t fresh….if the pork chops are smelly…and they sell expired eggs?? At least they take returns without much questioning. 

 Anyway, maybe those images will help you to rethink that next steak you’re about to eat. It’s not meant to be a guilt trip – what you choose to eat is your own business. Sometimes I crave a nice steak, but we really do have to think about where it’s from and how it’s prepared and transported. I support local restaurants like The Farm on Adderly and Pomme de Terre because I trust that their meat is organic, local, and fresh. But I won’t support meat that comes from the corner deli…at least around here.



March 15, 2009

Last night, I decided to celebrate my new job at a cafe that I had been dying to try called SALUD in Midwood, Brooklyn. I had read glowing reviews of this “Latin take on Organic Goodness” in a few blogs and wanted to try one of their smoothies. Unfortunately, I discovered that they accept CASH ONLY and didn’t have enough on me to try both a smoothie and a sandwich. I tried the “Chicken” salad sandwich ($5.95) and an African Autumn hot tea ($1.75), as well as a sip of the freshly squeezed apple juice ($3.95 for a small). I’m not a vegan or vegetarian, but I really enjoy tofu and soy products. The sandwich was very tasty. The faux-chicken salad was moist and tasted slightly tangy between a slightly dry wheat bread and fresh lettuce and tomato. The tea was good too. It reminded me of Tazo tea, but it was more fragrant and looked more handmade and original. The apple juice was extremely fresh, but seemed a bit overpriced for a small cup of juice. 

The atmosphere of this small/medium sized cafe was amazing. There were fake orchids on each table, and the yellow and teal colors complimented each other nicely. There were various seating choices (stools, folding chairs, cool teal boxes) and everything still seemed new. As soon as you walk in, you might smell strong and fragrant coffee. I thought it might have been the Mexican hot chocolate, as it smelled a bit sweet too. 

Overall, I really enjoyed SALUD – I wish I had enough cash to try a smoothie. I’ve heard they’re amazing, as well as the hot chocolate. They offer different soy, oat, and rice milks for the smoothie base, which is great. It seems a tad overpriced, but what isn’t these days? I’ll definitely be going back to try one of their smoothies. 




Photos courtesty of

It’s sad. I was walking to the subway after work recently on a warmer winter day, and heard Joe the Carrot Peeler salesman. I’d heard his pitch a few times, but never really stopped to listen fully or even take photos. I never bought a peeler, but now I wish I had. 

It’s interesting how one person who’s name you don’t even know can affect your daily routine. In the past year of my life, he became a staple to me, a constant when walking through the Greenmarket in Union Square. His presence to me was similar to the GreenPeace advocates lining 17th St. or the UHO Homeless collection tubs with the guy shouting, “Even a penny can help.” Do you know his name? That guy with the raspy voice on the corner of Union Square West and 14th St. I don’t. Yet, these nameless people shape our lives. 

RIP Joe Ades…your voice and presence will be missed. 

Joe Ades - RIP

Joe Ades - RIP


The Bill of Rights Project: Think Inside the Box


Abrons Art Center
466 Grand St. 
New York, NY 10002


I’m very excited for this event…it’s been in the works for quite a while. A friend from college, Meggan, started this project to take action. It’s an experiment of what happens when the Bill of Rights is posted in public bathrooms stalls. It started in NYC, but has spread across the country. Tomorrow’s performance will feature theater/dance, a short film that Morgan directed , and a town hall meeting. The response has been great so far, and I’m hoping there will be a full house tomorrow. Please attend if you can – bring a pen/pencil/marker/etc. and your thoughts. 

Here are a few photos from filming last week: 

Meggan - Founder of ThinkWriteAct

Meggan - Founder of ThinkWriteAct

Abu Ghraib Scene

Abu Ghraib Scene






Ulysses Preparing for Shot

Ulysses Preparing for Shot

Alexandra/American Pixie

Alexandra/American Pixie

Miranda x3

Miranda Prepares

Wall Street Man in Oil

Wall Street Man in Oil

Morgan shooting

Morgan shooting

Hope to see you all there tomorrow!!

This election morning, I woke up to the sounds of “O-BA-MA! O-BA-MA! We’re going to VOTE!” I smiled. I voted smiling. As the day wore on, my heart raced at the thought of what might happen that night. So afraid of the disappointment and heartache that I might feel…that the country might feel if he didn’t win. Trying to stay distracted so that the media couldn’t completely penetrate my head, but it’s hard to ignore. Every channel, websites…the TV even turned onto it by itself at one point. Explain that. 

But…”Breaking News” flashed and it was hard to ignore – Obama won Pennsylvania. All doubts and fears melted away and the tears flowed. From then on, glued to the TV, I watched Obama take state after state and finally win. At the moment he won, cheers and firecrackers and bells & whistles (literally) sounded outside in the nearly 80% Obama boro of Brooklyn. Finally, I’m home – away from the Red county of Warren in NJ where I grew up. 

At just about midnight on the 5th of November, Obama took the stage and delivered his first speech asthe projected President Elect with grace, elegance, and honesty. For the very first time since I can remember…since Bill Clinton won probably…I feel proud to be an American. All of my previous cynicism has vanished (for now). I feel safe. I feel at one with other Americans. While he spoke, I saw the future – the hope – where other countries will begin to view America with respect, where troops with be withdrawn from Iraq and Afghanistan, where the wars will dissipate for a few years, where the world may not end in 2012, where things are just easier (with regard to red tape of corporate America and politics), where American politicians in the future may be any color or sex without discrimination, where the right to abortion will not be challenged, where HEALTHCARE might for once be universal or regulated in a way where people aren’t going bankrupt from hospital bills, where I will travel for leisure and fun instead of wanting to move away from a tired and failing country….

I can’t remember the last time I felt this much hope, happiness, and energy about America…I’ve spent so much of my time growing up, writing about political corruption in the US and basing my creativity on these ideas, and bad-mouthing politicians and our own President…I feel like I’ve never known anything else. 

For the first time, I actually enjoyed watching our future President speak. There was nothing to poke fun at – for once, it was serious. What a huge relief. 

From this moment on, I will remember, remember the 5th of November – but not for the destruction of a country monument in statement and protest (V for Vendetta) or the date of my thesis show in college (and finishing the play). I will remember the 5th of November for when our new leader took the stage and everyone listened. 

And as I fall asleep now, cheers still echo through Brooklyn. I smile.

Michele Guieu

By: Michele Guieu