And Now a Word From An Anonymous Library Patron

Cracking open a public library copy of Tim Kasser's The High Price of Materialism, the first thing I read is not the author's quoting of Lao Tzu. Instead, I have the benefit of a pencilled-in brief review of the tome I have waited weeks to arrive at my local branch. On the title page, in careful script, Anonymous speaks.

The following is the work of said unknown author.

The writer of this book is a professor of a well known University and in his book he showing his resensment against the achievement of others. A professor! In other words there is no promise of success in high or good grades in school.

Maybe poverty makes people happy. To be a tramp, a welfare recipient for life is an honorabel thing to do. The author appear like envious in his writing.

Tim Kasser: psychologist, researcher, professor, writer, hobo loyalist.

Come All Ye Traif-ful

Such a good Jew am I that even after my dietary revisions to exclude blood agglutinating wheat and body poisoning sugar, I toss my unsweetened spelt pizza crust on the counter pre-bake and proceed to dress it with mozzarella and pepperoni. Lots of pepperoni.

Ignore the picture, folks: it's meant only as a vague representation. Imagine loads more pork and nitrate filled deli sausage slices piled high. Maybe for effect stick an angry rabbi in the background, or at least my horrified mother who is convinced that her toaster was bequeathed to her from the machinations of Adolf himself.

Dietary regimens, cultural history, the sensitive digestion of my people: all touchy subjects; subjects that can lead to two sets of knives and/or being unable to order anything on a menu, as you consider it Not Real Food. Come now, you say: Pepperoni? You consider that Real Food?

No, say I. Oh no. It's dessert.