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Peace, Love & Donuts

Dear members and constituents,
When thinking of a utopian society, peace and love come to mind as two of it's key traits. But if you were building this society, which would you prioritize -say, if you had limited funding, and needed to phase-out the project. Love comes naturally in a peaceful society. Similarly, peace is to be expected when love prevails. But which is the better precursor to the other? The Beatles speak out of both sides of their mouth when it comes to this topic. They would have you believe love is all you need, yet, it was the very John Lennon who said we should give peace a chance. Then again this may be a false trade-off. It seems to me, peace is to love what chickens are to eggs (or muggy weather to mosquitoes). You can't have one without the other. I think there is a third item without which the utopian society is not possible. Donuts.

This morning we have two donut girls. Tracy Holick, responsible for the physical donuts present at my desk (first day of school has caused the slight delay in delivery) and Stacy Jackson, responsible for the virtual donuts (this note’s topic was inadvertently triggered by her). Stacy is also responsible for a short story on NPR which aired Wednesday night, in which she speaks of Donuts, no less (well, sort of…). So, come-on down and get started on the journey to a new social order. One donut at a time.
Happy Friday!

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