"Before passing gas, I look behind me. But I don't bother when I'm smoking."

The above is very likely properly translated, but I got it off of the engrish web site. Man, I never get sick of that stuff.

O.K., so I went camping AGAIN this weekend, this time a vernal equinox hoe down with a bunch of the old timers, which is this group of cool folk musicians that play at the Mill a lot. It was really fun, but I fell asleep early in the evening (like 12ish) and slept pretty much longer than anyone else. I woke up in the morning and a guy was hanging on a rafter above my head, and everyone was eating organic porridge. Ah, life.

I still can't decide whether I really like Howard's End or whether I think it's poo. I'm just rubbed the wrong way by all the classism and nationalism and ethnocentrism. For every wonderful insight Forster has into human nature (and there are many, I'm glad I'm reading this book), there are several long passages where he goes on and on about how the Schlegel sisters are better than other Brits because they're of German extraction, blah blah. And on and on without a proper resolution to the debate about how certain classes should or should not attempt to experience enlightened thinking. Maybe I'm too American to appreciate this book. Edith Wharton can explain class distinctions without setting off these triggers with me... it just seems like she doesn't really believe in them, and I don't feel like I completely trust that Forster isn't on the wrong side in some way. Poor Leonard Bast.

I'm going to go look at personality tests. I've been all pissy at work because I just don't like it there. They can't keep me busy, I mean literally there is not enough for me to do all day, but they get mad when I surf, which means that I have to create numbing busywork so that I can keep them happy, which is why I left my last job, because I was sick of doing that. I want to work at the Food Co-op. I want to go to a job where I wear jeans and a t-shirt and a bandana on my head, and sneakers. Or my damn Birks. Instead of dressing up so that I can go clean the work room again, or reorganize the cabinets in the kitchen, or take old samples down to the dumpster. Bah!