October 22, 2003.
Every "morning" (noonish), Whitney goes through a waking up ritual of cereal and shower. I enjoy tapping at my laptop as she checks the news. Heather tends to stay horizontal a little bit longer, and curls up against me as I type. I feel bad because my elbow sometimes hits her nose.
All in all, Boston has been beautifully calm.
Whitney herself - well, I've met a LOT of preachy vegetarians, a lot of Greenpeacers, a lot of save the world types. It was a common creature to inhabit the halls of art school.
I'm very impressed with Whitney, because she Lives it. I haven't seen ANYTHING consumable in her apartment that isn't recyclable (and she's good about recycling) or organic (including the dishwashing soap) or Seventh Generation (Heather even noticed reuseable items of a more personal nature - very committed). I have never run across ANYONE who LIVES it before. Like I said, very impressed.
The preachier a vegan, the more likely he's going to make a comment like "oh, but I've just ALWAYS worn leather shoes" - the more someone yells at you about recycling the more likely they forget to take out the bin and eventually just let it go out with the trash - and the more someone bitches about conservation, the more likely they own a really old, foul-smelling, oil-leaking, gaz guzzling lemon from the 70's.
Not that I'm bitching, you understand. I'm just impressed with Whitney. She's silent, and she leads by excellent example.
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