Takahashi Mutsuo, "Myself in an Anatomical Chart of Sexual Intercourse"

[Anthologized in From the Country of Eight Islands, ed./trans. by Hiroaki Sato and Burton Watson. NC-17.]

( This was probably not the book I should have packed for light reading during church choir rehearsal... )

inching towards equilibrium

Holy haloumi -- how is it already near the end of May? I am feeling daunted by the mounds of paperwork and laundry that need to be dealt with, and I don't know where my writing mojo went, but it sure wasn't around when I was drafting/outlining my sermon on "Bearing Witness for the Earth." (Fortunately, the god of extemporization saw fit to be present.)

The sources I cited or consulted included:

Umbra on why "organic [food] isn't expensive, conventional is unrealistically cheap." Link via jlundberg, who observes that "peak oil, which, when it hits, will make the price of conventionally-grown food skyrocket." [Link to Matt Savinar's site my choice.]

The website for the new documentary on Al Gore's crusade against global warming, An Inconvenient Truth, and assessments of the positive and negative reactions to the film. After the service, a visitor I had first met at Christmas walked up to me, beaming. It turns out she's one of Gore's cousins.

Unitarian Universalist efforts to study and act upon issues relating to global warming, as well as general environmental concerns.

The New York Times's special section on The Business of Green from last Sunday (May 17).

The other highlights of the weekend have included lunch with one friend and coffee with another, making spinach pesto, grooving along to the Xtension Chords' Instrumentally Challenged, and reading the first volume of Tokyo Babylon.

Eyes not staying open. Time for bed.

The Force, I mean Focus, it is not With Us

But my stove is now markedly less grubby and there are clean sheets on the bed.

*sigh*

Also, I just realised that the majority of my fics can be summarised with these four lines:

Snape: *says or perpetrates something daft and/or self-destructive*
Lupin: *intervenes*
Snape: *is too thick to believe he's the love of Lupin's life*
Lupin: You don't understand, do you? *ravishes Snape*

Do you suppose I could get away with pointing all y'all to this instead of sorting out what the hell happens next in "Strangers"? Thought not. *goes back to glaring at uncooperatively nonmagical pencil*