Luke Pond

November 10, 2007

The October 29 New Yorker has a great story about a ski bum who throws parties with homebrewed love potions and decides to start a gourmet chocolate company, travels to the rainforest to find exotic ingredients, and takes a bath in a warm vat of fermenting cacao seeds. Finally he pledges his service to a goddess who commands him to replant the ravaged tropics with a billion cacao trees. It all reminded me of the complacent citizens of Waka-Waka and their culture of reverence for zitzkis berries. Are you predicting that we will save the planet from environmental harm, but become slow-witted servants of chocolate and coffee in the process?

I am not predicting anything. I know what is going to happen, but I prefer not to depress everybody.