I found something by Kierkegaard on my shelf at home that I haven't read yet! My life is a little bit brighter.

Adventures at home:

I got a guitar! It's very pretty, and I got into a conversation about religion with the guy at the guitar store while I was buying it. I named it Tara. She and Dulcinea are getting along quite well. I also got my hair chopped off. It's now chin-length, and sometimes it makes me feel like a two-year-old. I tried out the granola recipe in How It all Vegan. It's quite tasty. For my next adventure, I'm going to bike over to the bookstore and check out yoga videos so I can have an inexpensive way to work out that can adapt to different kinds of spaces. I suspect that will be useful in Milwaukee.


I got a guitar!

Hi all,
five days and counting until the bike trip departs! it's kind of unbelievable, but we're all putting finishing touches on our bikes, we've got our truck and tents, we're finding places to stay across the country and whittling down our possessions to suit a nomadic lifestyle. suffice to say, i'm really excited and still have no idea what i'm getting myself into.

I was just procrastinating by surfing the net for more funky images of Jesus, and I found a logo that said "What Wouldn't Jesus Do?" and had an image of a cartoon Jesus on a hang glider.

Bitchin'.

I was just settling down to write the stunning conclusion to my Job paper, and I was listening to "Two Kids" by Anais Mitchell, and I started to wonder what the heck she's saying in the Arabic section. So I searched Google looking for a translation, and ended up reading Anais Mitchell's blog, which as far as I can tell does not include a translation of the Arabic lyrics in Two Kids. It made me wonder how people can be so awesome and witty and insightful in blog format. I guess Anais Mitchell inspired me to be not-witty and insightful in blog format. So here I am. The other day, I was helping out at Sunday dinner crew and we started talking about if folk singers were illegal drugs, what kind of drug they would be and why. It started when I asked if Dar Williams was for-real famous or just folk-world famous. Someone said she's a little of both, and I said, "Oh, so she's like a gateway drug. The marijuana of folk, if you will." And then Ivy said, "I guess that makes Anais Mitchell the heroin of the folk world[as well as a heroine, I might add. Ha]." I decided that Odetta was like crack cocaine: enjoyed by all sorts of people, but Black people are busted for it in disproportionate numbers.

I've been wondering lately whether or not you all will write on the blog next year after I'm gone but you're still at Oberlin. I would be interested in staying apprised of your travails. If you all are able to keep each other apprised because you live together, please transcribe your conversations onto the blog so that I may partake of their richness.

Now to that stunning conclusion.