Deep Fried Butter #1

See this little chickadee? Cute as hell, right? This is my precious friend, Sarah, who for the past year has lived in the Hamptons working as a high-school nutrition teacher and organic gardener. (I hope I got the hyphenation correct on high-school nutrition teacher? I don’t want anyone to think she was stoned to the bone teaching those kiddies or cultivating anything other than organic carrots in that little garden of hers!) Anywho, perhaps you read about her here?

Not too long ago I received a text message from her asking one simple question: What do you think is the most important thing in life?

My first reaction was to worry. Had those utterly Dickensian conditions out East finally sent her over the edge? That place can really wear a person down – what with its gilded streetlights and manicured hedgerows and all. One weekend out there and I couldn’t wait to get back to my death-trap in the city.

As it turns out, she had sent the same question to a number of people in her address book – mostly close friends – and what resulted was a small-scale social experiment of sorts on adolescents’ attitudes on life. Most spoke of the value of personal relationships, others of passion, acts of goodwill and one ‘I don’t know, I’m trying to get drunk…’

These were Sarah's thoughts about it:

It is nice to check in with the people you surround yourself with and see how they are currently viewing their world and if it is in accordance with your own current viewpoint. And it gives you a chance connect with your friends on something more than just "Dude I was wasted last night," or "Listen to how shitty my day at work was....

I thought this was sweet and interesting, thank you Sarah for sharing! Love you.