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Stress falls alone wayside
By Joeth Zucco
Senior Editor
I guess it started in preschool
with Sesame c treet. The green
faced, blue h?tred muppets sing
ing:
Oh, we’re going for a ride,
Yes, we’re going for a ride,
Oh, we’re going for a ride,
Yes, we’re going for a ride ....
Going for a ride. That is until I
became a licensed driver on the
roads of America. Then that little
muppet ditty turned into "Going for
a drive. ’’
As I graduated from the mileage
surveillance days of high school to
the freedom on-the-road days of
college, the stress seemed to ride
along. Going for a drive no longer
was limited to a jaunt to the store
and back, but a mini road trip to
relieve the headaches caused by
work and study.
At first the drives were excur
sions through Lincoln neighbor
hoods to look at houses, to visit
friends and to familiarize myself
with my “college town."
Lincoln passed along as I turned
my steering wheel to more distant
lands of the highways surrounding
the city and leading out of it.
The drives weren’t and still aren’t
for the sake of driving. They’re for
the adventures that the roads led to,
the scenery alongside them and the
time to listen to Simon and Gar
funkel or the Velvet Underground
in the privacy or company of my
luxurious 1979 silver Cnevette.
I remember one particular night
when a friend and I were driving
back from Fremont. David Bowie
was straining to "Changes." We
were driving along Highway 6. The
sun was past the horizon and had
painted a brilliant masterpiece for
us.
1 was excited, in the sky and in
the clouds I saw what could have
been a Georgia O’Keefe canvas
The sky was a brilliant blue, more
blue than nature should allow it
The clouds were swirls of a deep,
hot pink. It was as if the famed
woman had just taken her brush off
her work to let it dry.
I still remember that evening art
show vividly. In my drives I have
discovered abandoned railroad
bridges to look at the stars from 1
have watched the leaves change
from greens to reds and yellows
and browns. I have seen rolling hills
blanketed by winter. I have driven
a tanks’ worth of gas with no par
ticular destination. And I have
driven away stress... until the next
drive.
Eating is more than food
By Cristlne Romano
Staff Reporter
Eating: When the act of putting
food in the mouth transcends the
human need for substance, food
can act as a stress reducer. Eating
can be a comfort, a release from the
doldrums of responsibility, or an
adventure.
Rediscovering the spork: Pic
nicking serves as a release from the
opium of purple neon purgatory. At
best, outdoor eating is a spiritual
experience. The primitivencss of a
picnic, the closeness to nature, the
dirt in the potato salad minds us
that we’re not really so advanced.
Simplicity is key here. Grapes,
cheese, bread — any food that
doesn’t require a strategy to eat.
Allow the sun and wind to be the
seasoning.
Chasing down the ice cream
man: Recapturing bits of childhood
through food offers solace and
comfort from the heaviness of
adulthood.
As a child, nutritive value and
cholesterol levels were incompre
hensible. Food was fun. It came in
colors not known in nature
Today, eating something that’s
Windex blue can trigger a reassur
ing, warm nostalgia. Feel the pure
childish bliss when savoring a
bomb pop after running seven
blocks to catch up with the Ding
Ding man.
Show up for advanced account
ing with a crimson mustache you
developed while eating an infa
mous cherry Dilly Bar from Dairy
Queen.
Or pick out and eat only the
yellow stars in a bowl of Lucky
Charms and call that breakfast.
Having pop rocks, Chiclets or
edible jewelry on hand while writ
ing a resume makes the whole
process just a whole lot sillier.
Dumpster diving and Doug’s
Breakfast Special: Sometimes our
reasons for eating defy all logic. At
these times, the food itself isn’t even
the point. Rather, the adventure
surrounding the edibles, or
inedibles, make the moments
meaningful.
These are the food experiences
you don’t share with parents. These
are experiences you don’t even
admit to yourself.
Sitting in a local tavern at 9 a m
during finals week, some friends
and I were contemplating some last
minute cramming. All honorable
intentions were Blown to hell as
breakfast was served. Ketchup
packets for all. An unidentifiable
liquid identified only as “Doug’s
Breakfast Special." ft made Do
nahue immeasurably more interest
ing. And then the headliner —
Grandma Aiken’s Beans and Rice.
Of course, I was nauseated for the
rest of the afternoon after this. I
skipped my final. I’d recommend
the experience to anyone who
thinks cramming is foolish.
A high percentage of adventure
eating lakes place after 2 a m. Like
rummaging through the trash at
burger joints to rescue lonely, aban
doned burgers. The ones that didn’t
make it. They taste just fine.
Take a few friends and a van for
maximum hauls. And remember to
call the restaurant and thank them
for their unknown generosity.
