Lil' Slow Food Cafe

I only recently learned of the "slow food" movement, which advocates sanity in eating locally, organically, communally. Some quick research placed it as the spark of a wider, green, progressive, vaguely luddite "slow movement" aimed at the "time poverty" and attendant high stress of twenty-first century high-tech globalized capitalism. While I've long lamented the 350 more hours a year Americans work than Europeans or Japanese, and long avoided that path, I'm clearly a little slow in catching up to the slow movement, but grateful for a movement dedicated to allowing me to catch up. Or is it dedicated to slowing life down to catch up to me?

I've also been quite slow coming to the blogosphere. I started reading my friend George's blog and, after several slow months of contemplation, decided blogging might be a way to slow life down, wallow in its particularities, ponder their significance. After more slow months of procrastination, I started this effort to engage more fully in my own mortality before it expires. I even contemplated stealing a title I saw in Arizona: Lil' Slow Food Cafe.

I especially like the paradox, at least in my slow mind, of a slow blog. The blogosphere is all about instant opinions, extemporaneous keyboarding, hyperlinks at hyperspeed, minds as nimble and quick as a Gameboy joystick. But at its core, it's a movement of reading and writing, a rhythm also so slow.