Global Oneness Project
Finding Our Shared Values Through Film
Welcome to the Global Oneness Project group on WiserEarth, where members can connect with others around the world and share stories, practices, resources and media that contribute to a shift in consciousness toward oneness. Many people have written to us and said, "Okay, I've watched the Global Oneness Project films. I'm inspired. What can I do to contribu ...learn more
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Created: Mar 20, 2008
Updated: Nov 18, 2009
Membership: Open
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Hai Vo
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About
I am an everyday-evolving human being who wakes up realizing there’s another opportunity for me in life.
Intrinsic motivations include photography, painting, reading, academic inquiry, extensive backcountry camping, memory-collecting, and writing.
My greatest intrinsic motivation is food. I loved, love, and will love food.
As a youngin', my aunt would offer me this delectable butter-spread white-bread toast with loads of sugar on top. I devoured it. I always knew when she visited. My mouth swarmed with saliva more than usual. My nose perked towards the kitchen.
My taste buds are traditionally Vietnamese - sweet, sour, bitter, twitter, salty, and everything in between. Visiting the homeland at the age of seven, I could recollect the early mornings. I would wake up to enticing odors of sweet rice bread, fresh durain, crisp parsley, and a pecking chicken to be eaten later that evening. Among the sweet and sour soup, salted garlic talapia, sugary rice cakes, indeliably-delicious dips, and dozens of vermicelli dishes, my visits back "home" were real. I knew where my food was coming from each morning - the local farmer who smiled at me each day I passed the open market.
My tastebuds are also American. Born in Iowa and raised in California, I've been an experiment to the American agricultural industry. Each week unconsciously, I followed my mother to these massive quarantined warehouses called "supermarkets". I was in awe. But if it's anything that I've missed since visiting Vietnam, it would be my misplaced connection with food. I've lost that. I've never met the farmer who procured the broccoli I loathed eating, the milk I imbibed every day, or the potato in my Classic Lays chips. Each morning lacked the alluring smells once experienced. Granted, I loved food. But what was "behind" the food presented to me three times a day, seven days a week?
Which is why I’m here today.
Intrinsic motivations include photography, painting, reading, academic inquiry, extensive backcountry camping, memory-collecting, and writing.
My greatest intrinsic motivation is food. I loved, love, and will love food.
As a youngin', my aunt would offer me this delectable butter-spread white-bread toast with loads of sugar on top. I devoured it. I always knew when she visited. My mouth swarmed with saliva more than usual. My nose perked towards the kitchen.
My taste buds are traditionally Vietnamese - sweet, sour, bitter, twitter, salty, and everything in between. Visiting the homeland at the age of seven, I could recollect the early mornings. I would wake up to enticing odors of sweet rice bread, fresh durain, crisp parsley, and a pecking chicken to be eaten later that evening. Among the sweet and sour soup, salted garlic talapia, sugary rice cakes, indeliably-delicious dips, and dozens of vermicelli dishes, my visits back "home" were real. I knew where my food was coming from each morning - the local farmer who smiled at me each day I passed the open market.
My tastebuds are also American. Born in Iowa and raised in California, I've been an experiment to the American agricultural industry. Each week unconsciously, I followed my mother to these massive quarantined warehouses called "supermarkets". I was in awe. But if it's anything that I've missed since visiting Vietnam, it would be my misplaced connection with food. I've lost that. I've never met the farmer who procured the broccoli I loathed eating, the milk I imbibed every day, or the potato in my Classic Lays chips. Each morning lacked the alluring smells once experienced. Granted, I loved food. But what was "behind" the food presented to me three times a day, seven days a week?
Which is why I’m here today.