Food delivery
For many years, I treated lunch lightly. There was a window of opportunity; I could have become a regular on the restaurant circuit near the office, buy my priorities were different. All water under the bridge, as they say. Yesterday, among our finds at the treasure sale, we added two tiffin-carriers to our basket, without understanding the significance.
Turns out, there’s a movie. The Lunchbox is a tale of unrequited love, with the letters delivered by dabbawalas. After watching one movie and reading one short Wiki article, I can’t claim to understand much of what was going on (the movie was in Hindi), but I now wonder if my attention to nutrition would have differed, if there had been a daily selection of curries waiting in my cubicle.
Still on the subject of food, today there was a local community supper with a generous offering of roast beef and vegetables. Larger than a lunch. I ate well, with a neighbour, before returning home to watch the movie mentioned above. Not an ordinary day.
The colleges in Ontario are paused due to a labour dispute. The academics are slowly realizing that, no matter how well you are educated, the bean-counters of the world will find a way to undervalue your efforts. In their system, offering repeated short term contracts rather than tenure saves dollars without making sense. Poor pun, to salute a poor way to treat those in charge of educating the masses. Given the way that governments like to brag about how much they invest in education, maybe they can start by paying the educators a living wage…
