The days here are starting to drag on a bit. Just waiting for my youngest brother's flight to touch down on monday so I can grab him and leave the city behind for a while.

Winter in this town makes me too claustrophobic for words sometimes. All I'm looking for is a taste of family, a dash of the country, and a hint of roadtrip.

Going to visit a cousin of mine who does videowork for an ashram down in VA for a few days. Course he won't know that till I tell him at the family xmas eve bash down in erie. Then all I've got to do is talk him into starting an e-public access station for alternative communities so I can drop out of school and move down to the blue ridge mtns near asheville... Did I mention the entire thing will float on a cloud? And have government funding?

Maybe I'll just do a documentary on this . It just doesn't get much better than teaching others your passions so why not film other people doing it? Plus I've always wanted to take a course in sustainable hole digging.



Speaking of holes I never thought grad school would be quite so unrewarding or painful for that matter. Hopefully I'll learn to strike a better balance between getting useful feedback from professors on my work and getting the life sucked out of the things I'm most passionate about next semester. This town just doesn't have the right outlets for keeping your spirit charged.

At least the new slingshot organizer has instructions on how to make a dildo harness out of rope. Those goofy radicals always cheer you up when you're down.

Dammit. The dysfunctional holiday show starts in 5 minutes and I'm running hours at Access. I knew there was a reason to not be the one keeping the place open this wednesday. Too bad. Crystal will have too much work to be able to go anyways I guess.

I've only got one more project left for the semester. Or maybe two. The only thing I really have to do is somehow fake being a regular poster on the forum for my on-line interface design course, but that just happens to be impossible...

Break is coming and I can smell it.

My father's probably already working on the course list for new years day. Heck he was able to rattle off the thanksgiving menu over the phone two weeks beforehand. Having a vegetarian father definitely has its benefits. I asked him for wool socks and a few recipes for christmas.

Not to knock my mom's food of course (she makes much better pies). Then again her fridge is still full of moose sausage which I find kind of disconcerting. It came back with her partner from his last trip up to algonquin.

And my first coolest house of the week award goes to:



How cool is a solar powered grain silo insulated with straw bale? This cool.

For more info on how it was built go here: