1. Debbie and I cruised to Spokane this afternoon for the monthly meeting of the Science/Nature Book Club at Auntie's Bookstore. Today we discussed Michael Pollan's Botany of Desire and discussed whether plants have consciousness, not like human consciousness, but a kind of consciousness outside human understanding. We also focused on a central emphasis of Pollan's, the process of co-evolution, the way human beings in their interactions with plants contribute to plants' evolution and how plants affect our evolution as humans.
I think our group agreed that it's common for humans to see themselves as separate from nature, to see the natural world as a commodity, a source of economic development. We discussed the impact of this way of thinking, how, as consumers, our demand for perfect looking French fries, shiny nearly uniform shaped apples, potent pot, and predictably colored tulips inform how growers manipulate these plants. This led to our reflections upon monocultural tracts of land over and against biodiverse plots and the problems that arise from monocultural farming.
2. Having never been in a book club before, I'm understanding more deeply something I've always known: people read books very differently from one another. Today at least twenty minutes or so passed before I spoke up, mainly because I was fascinated by how my clubmates approach reading a book.
One thing (I think) is certain: I'm a more lenient reader than many others and given a chance to enter into a discussion of a book, I don't immediately want to comment on what I had problems with or on what I didn't like. In fact, I rarely think about these two matters when I read.
Maybe in another post, I'll talk a bit more about where my more lenient approach leads me as a reader -- I tend to view movies in a similar way. I've written about that somewhere in the deep past of this blog!
3. On purpose, Debbie and I arrived in Spokane a couple hours ahead of the book club's six o'clock meeting time. Debbie had found out online that on Tuesdays, there's an event in the Garland District called the Global Food and Art Market.
We found the market but didn't stay long. Nothing being sold grabbed our attention. No problem. I was very happy we checked it out.
After discovering Ferguson's Cafe had closed at 2 o'clock, we made our way down Monroe to Kindred Public House where Christy, Carol, and I had eaten lunch in April.
We had a great time in casual conversation with our server, Kam, a terrific conversationalist and attentive man who moved to Spokane from Georgia several years ago. I enjoyed how he didn't seem under pressure to take our order and dash off, but relaxed with us, told us how much he enjoys Spokane even though he hasn't quite adjusted yet to the colder and snowy winters.
I enjoyed the Lemon-Herb Chicken Sandwich I ordered with its fascinating combination of flavors, including pickled fennel, heirloom tomato, and lemon-basil aioli all adding zest to the chicken breast that had been marinated in a lemon and herb mixture. The sandwich came on a fresh and toasted ciabatta bun.