That should go in the blog.

Three days ago I started a post.
Three hours of over-thinking everything resulted in a rambling, political diatribe about Haiti, history, responsibility, altruism (?) and Blues Traveler.
(yep. John Popper.)

Needless to say, I scrapped it.
This is something very different.
If you want to hear about all that other stuff, you'll have to call me.

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Every once in a while we will collectively say, "That should go in the blog." After some serious prodding and a triple dip of "bloggable" moments in only a few hours, I have found the opportune moment to make up for this being three weeks late!

* After a bit of consultation with Anne, Ben and Katie, we decided that all of these things are appropriateate to share in this electronic format, if done so tactfully. We think they are significant examples of how we live day to day, and the unique relationships that are formed in this kind of community.

Titter
No, not twitter.
This is one of those lost jewels of the English language that is destined for rebirth. Katie and Anne and I were introduced to tittering last weekend and filled in Ben tonight at dinner. Ironically, the story ended in raucous, ill-restrained laughter.
Kind of like this:

Breastfeeding
A little caveat-- No one living in our house has actually breastfed a child. And we are all at a loss as to how this topic came up. It is controversial. I know lots of women who are passionate about their own experience. Take this with a grain of salt.

Three non-conclusive and poorly analyzed thoughts:

• We don't understand this "in public" controversy. Anne thinks blankets are considerate, and on my nice days I'm inclined to agree. On my defiant days, I say moms should be able to walk around topless if they think it's easier. If there's something more natural than feeding an infant, let us know.

• I will restrain myself from defining who does or doesn't take an interest in the feeding of infants but we all found it rather interesting that only the male member of our community regularly receives electronic tips on and encouragement for breastfeeding. We'll chalk that one up to poor e-newsletter management, Ben.
  

• So, it's pregnancy that makes them swell up, breastfeeding that maintains that, and the ending of breastfeeding that turns them into used tea bags or stewed prunes. We understand the desire to never hit that last stage. Really. But while it may be more intellectually stimulating than the first 8 years, you can be sure it's time to stop when your child can carry on an engaging conversation.

Naked Chores
During the natural course of modern life there comes a time when one feels that the Cro Magnon might have had it right.
Bacon only.
Shoes are for wimps.
Clothes? ...Protection from the cold?
That's what furnaces are for!
But maybe I should still vacuum so my housemates don't revolt...

And so, on that special day when everyone is out of the house but you, throw caution and your tube socks to the wind!

Naked chores!

This was decided at our weekly house meeting.
It's in the records.

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Hope it was worth the wait!

-Laura