| Dead Genghis is dead. Hannah and I have embarked upon a 30 day raw food challenge. For 30 days, we're going to live on a diet consisting of raw, living, uncooked foods. I've gone into the whole story of my interest in raw foods over here. It's the sort of notion I never would have taken seriously a few years ago, but it feels like a natural extension of the direction H and I have been going in for the past few months. Eating as much locally-produced, unprocessed food as possible. Food not made from animals put through unimaginable suffering. It all kind of fits in with the overall philosophy of the life Hannah and I are trying to make here. One of the big reasons for doing this bookselling thing over getting regular jobs was that we didn't want to work for the Man, and we wanted to live cleaner lives. I guess it makes sense for our diet to reflect that philosophy. Speaking of bookselling, July has been a slow month. Things have gotten smoother since we rearranged stuff and streamlined our process. One positive change I think is setting some concrete daily quotas for ourselves. I'm very much the kind of person who does better with some specific daily goal -- a point at which, when you reach it, you've finished your work for the day, and you can knock off and relax. As opposed to the kind of workday where there's an infinite amount of work, and you have to just slog steadily until the end of day. I've done best at jobs where there was a certain amount that needed to be done, and once I did it I could do whatever I wanted. There's no better way to encourage efficient labor than the prospect of earning yourself goofing-off time on the clock. One difficult thing about this kind of work we're doing is that it's hard to enjoy your free time. Since there's really no "end" to the work you need to do, it's hard to relax during your off hours without feeling vaguely guilty, like you ought to be doing something productive. It's not like a regular office job where you can leave the work at the office and go home and fully enjoy yourself without any sense of obligation nagging at you. Today I took some trash out back, and when I opened the door I saw a flash of a black cat arm with a white paw disappear beneath the steps. I thought for a moment that it was McLovin. I really miss that crazy cat. |
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