i am exhausted. i was out on the street today talking to strange and sometimes hostile people for many, many hours. actually, i just thought of this, being out canvassing to protect the catskills from gas drilling isn't a terribly controversial thing, and many of the most pleasant fly by interactions i had were with people who opposed it, who guiltlessly passed by, swathed in righteousness. the really big assholes are usually the apathetic people, and probably those whose apathy is tinged with guilt. who is more unpleasant than someone cornered? who knows full well what they probably should be doing?

i learned today that standing for long periods of time with flat feet is particularly exhausting and actually painful, which is really interesting and unexpected. the idea that an "arch" makes us more comfortable makes me believe in architecture, that a retreat to cubes, to a primitive focus on square footage (in which the flat footed people have the advantage) will not actually serve us well, makes me love those archetypal arch builders.

i mean REALLY though, what a shitty, exhausting job. i've worked at a phonathon before, but this is an entirely different experience.

i just wrote k an email and now i don't care to write anymore. i need to go to bed. i am pooped.

and now i just watched The Virgin Spring and i'm dumbfounded. it's not a movie you can really talk about without being an idiot.

watching him wrestle with the birch tree was absolutely incredible

who/what is odin?