Volume II

Thanks for the input on great beards. The answers ranged from Brian Miller to Jerry Garcia to cats may not like beards. My input is this: Vikings have had the best beards. I want to introduce to you all the V-coefficient. More tommorrow.

j

El Ano de La Barba

The first festivity for the Ano de La Barba is the introduction of the idea. There is a feeling out there, out here (out where?) that 2005 is indeed the Year of the Beard. We are therefore facilitating some necessasry discussions. First question: who are the people who have great beards?

year of the beard, volume I

we're working on something amazing up here. So get ready.

work day

Work days are not as cool as weekends, but there sure are a lot more of them. That makes me wish they were better than weekends. [cue Smashing Pumpkins] Today, however, was great. It started 42 minutes late, when I jumped out of bed and was immediately awake. I was walking to the Dining Hall before my eyes were focusing. To Do Before Breakfast: sweep floor. mop floor. dry floor. clean girls bathroom. clean boys bathroom. sweep floors. mop floors. sweep store. mop store. Done Before Breakfast: sweep floor. mop some floor. check the bathrooms. This what happens when you are really late.

Breakfast: we ate biscuits, honey, sausage, eggs. Lamar worked with me today and it was fantastic. He loves to be thorough, do a job right. It really is something special. He also almost threw up while we were cleaning a bathroom. The sounds were too amazing. We laughed a lot, and also started building a recycling station; the design was working well. Jess joined us after lunch, we talked about love, lawsuits, turning your cheek, Matthew, Luke. Our tire went flat; the steel belts were sticking out of it. We crawled under the muddy truck, and couldn't see how to get the tire off. So we sprayed the underside of out 17 year old toyota and voila, got the tire, put it on. Done, eight hours later. I can't explain how wonderful this all was.

create-a-blog

I apoligize for the last self-absorbed post that I left for the last half a month. I have been put squarely in my place, I do not have the sole power in the world to make upside down punctuation. I do, however have new links, and you should probably check out the Rural Studio, as well Agros. They both kick butt. Seriously. Today is Valentine's Day: I love my wife! Now I'll go tell her. She definitely doesn't check the blog.

j

hey

¿how come nobody's commented yet?

cory and I alone know the secret of the typing the upside-down exclamation point

After 4pm, actually. It has been a week of a lot of thought for me this week, and quite a bit is still unresolved. But today I: repaired some dry wall in a cabin, cut up a tree blocking a path, fixed a washing machine, jumped on trash, wrote a shopping list. Somewhat disappointingly, I feel as if I accomplished more today than I did all week last week. Getting stuff done is good. Getting it done quickly is better.

It doesn't really matter that whatever I said up there was vague and cryptic, because the only possible point of this email is to tell you that Anne and I succeeded in purchasing tickets for

¡U2!

¡uno, dos, tres, catorce!