look!

It's jshu!


Dangling...


...from a banner hung over the side of a bridge in Pittsburgh!


He's crazy! He's also the guy on the far right (I think).

When's the last time you were arrested for civil disobedience committed on behalf of our planet? Huh? I thought so. Me, too.

why i'll be canning tomatoes

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More scary flowcharts (well, flowcharts are by their very nature kind of scary) here. Via.

not to put too fine a point on it...

but this is an actual entry from my (fascinating, glamorous) journal, which reads very much like Sylvia Plath's or Anais Nin's:


[February 18, 2009
Sometimes I feel like if I have to eat peanut butter toast for breakfast one more time, I'm gonna kill someone. But mostly I feel like I could eat peanut butter toast for breakfast every day until I die.]

June 2, 2009

oh my god

I've spent the past 24 hours in shock; I knew I was coming to a convent, but I had no idea what that really meant.

There are 25 bedrooms just like this: single bed, dresser, medicine cabinet.

There are seven artists and writers here, and we each have a bedroom to use as a bedroom, and a bedroom to use as a studio (we could all have three or four rooms if we wanted them). I spent most of today setting up my spaces, cleaning, and walking around saying, "Oh my God."

There is religious paraphernalia EVERYWHERE, obviously. Randomly located bottles of holy water (this one is on a shelf in the kitchen),

statuary and crucifixes (this is one of the two in my bedroom),

bad paintings (the pope and Jesus were also muses),

and a full-on chapel with stained-glass windows.

But it's also a little like an abandoned retirement home. This, despite my best efforts, just will not work.

I'm hoping that the shock will wear off by tomorrow so I can get some work done and write a normal bl*g post. In the meantime, I tried to make myself feel at home by eating a burrito for lunch and making gruel a la nuts for dinner. All under the watchful eye of Jesus.