It's been 3 days and I haven't seen any spiders. I leave my can of raid out in the open as a warning to all who dare to enter. It seems to be working.

I wish I could be inspired and write something very meaningful today, but life is too exhausting to have deep thoughts. Here is the best I can come up with:

I wonder why my oats are "steel cut."
I look really good in that dress.
I am eating way too much sugar again.
Sometimes I waiver in my belief of free will vs. determinism - desiring to unite the two into one small nice irrational package of "guided free choice" but am forced to see the flaw in that union, yet struggle with how much our rational minds can really understand the true workings of god and salvation.
Spam is "maps" spelled backwards.


Did you know that your province is has an official sweatshop free purchasing policy? It can be read about here.

Bre

The Return of the Tent Bed

Alas, friends. I was trying to be brave and stick out spider season without covering myself in a plastic paradise, but there was a huge spider who made a home RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY BEDROOM, my cowardice surfaced, and it was done. The tent bed was back. For those of you who are new, the tent bed is the most up-to-date technology in the war against spiders crawling on you when you are asleep.








Weird, but necessary, and it makes me sleep better.



Back in November (I am so freaking late on this one) a group that I am involved in - SCM - had an event on Buy Nothing Day. Buy Nothing Day occurs on or around November 25th each year, and is a day to protest against materialism and corporate control of our culture by refusing to purchase anything on that day and by having events or protests to inform people of the cause.



I was not involved in this event, but heard it was fun. The best story involved a brocolli cell phone, but alas there is no picture and I don't think I would do the story justice by telling it, as I was not actually there.



But enjoy these pictures!

Also, read this:

"It is a perverse human attitude to imagine that birds sing when they are happy. Humans do not - humans sing most beautifully in pain and longing . . . people very rarely sing for joy." -John Steinbeck

Later,

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