Two weeks already flown on by in San Jose, land of perfect weather, bumps and more bumps, expensive butter and loooong long walks. Mmpf, I need to get a job.
My daily routine pretty much goes like this:
+get woken up by mike kisses and smiles
+be brought coffee
+get up, stretch, more kisses
+see mike off to work
+do dishes and pick up the house, sweep and clean the kitchen whether or not I had anything to do with the mess because they seem to think that even though I make a very, very small impact on their living situation, I'm an indentured servant as long as I don't have a job and OWE it to them to do all their fucking dishes while they eat my expensive yogurt and butter.
+spend moments being ashamed of being selfish and forgetting that indefinite and mildly unexpected house guests are an inconvenience simply in their existence and the lack of privacy.
+go jogging to the rose garden, stretch, shower do laundry if needed and figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my day.
+realize I don't have a job, again, and go apply for jobs.
+go get beers with mike (kisses)
... and lately we've been trying to sync up albums with movies (ala Dark Side of Oz and The Wall in Wonderland), which wastes a lot of time, but we have fun.
I finally finished The Vegetarian Myth
and I say it's a must-read for anyone who has ever felt passionate about the world they live in and is terrified for it and too nervous to really dive right in. Lierre Keith
is soulful and appropriately enraged by the situation we've put ourselves in and by the main modes of liberal and radical movements being inherently flawed. She analyzes these contradictions and starts right at the root of each of the vegetarian arguments -- ethical, political, and nutritional -- and works her way to your plate. It's straight-up the best non-fiction I've ever read. Engaging, personal, relevant. She's a writer, small farmer and radical political feminist. So I suppose you can say I admire her. I want to read her other books! Hell, I want to camp out at her next book-signing or appearance and kiss her feet. Then I want to ask her how I can change my friends' minds. My resistant vegan friends who are hurting themselves. :( I guess they gotta do it the way I did it. On my own.
I might be getting a job at Anthropologie
which appeals to my vanity and offends my anti-capitalist sensibilities. :( I need money and I like clothes and feeling pretty -- why does it all have to be so conveniently distanced with pretty colors, lights and a/c, shopping centers and modern comforts? But part of me does see the pollution, pain and suffering, fossil fuels and egregious labor violations in every stitch and kitchy pattern, bangle and covered button. I think I may have misplaced something. What was it again? Oh, right, my DIY. Fuck.