First Lady Michelle Obama -- with the help of some local fifth graders -- is digging up some of the South Lawn of the White House to plant a vegetable garden...the first since Eleanor Roosevelt's 'victory garden' in the Second World War.
It's being framed by the New York Times as an educational exercise for the younger generation. And it is. It is, in fact, a wonderful example on so many levels: for individual health, community health, civilizational health, a garden makes good sense.
Those who know me, know how much I abhor so-called "reality" television. I find television itself vaguely (and sometimes not so vaguely) distasteful; what's called "reality" TV is, as far as I'm concerned, fundamentally offensive. Whether it's moral degradation, ritual humiliation, a total disconnect with, ahem, reality, or all three, you couldn't pay me to watch.
I still won't watch this one. Neither, I suspect, will anyone else. The premise -- six Palestinian and six Israeli youths living together for a month, and hammering out a proposed accord for their respective countrymen and women to live together permanently -- is politically fascinating, but I can't see it making for compelling viewing. (Then again, what do I know? I watch hockey and Family Guy and the odd newscast.)
But I will say this: at least this show has some intellectual rigor and, dare I say it, a higher purpose than mere titillation. (Ever wonder why Survivor's always located somewhere hot? Because it isn't about survival, it's about tits and ass. Or tits and assholes, judging by some of the contestants I've heard about.)
The third piece of good news...is a whole bunch of good news, found here, oddly enough, at the Good News Network. The stories here will probably put a smile on your face...at the very least, they shouldn't piss you off or put you in a funk.