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I think I'm going to start going to the Zen Desert Center in Tucson. It's about a mile north of where Jess and I live. They have sitting on Monday and Wednesday nights and service early in the morning on Saturdays.

I'm looking forward to the debate on Friday. This weekend I'll be working on a paper about Foucault and the relation of power and the family. I'm totally being a grad school 'ho:  there's a conference about "Space(s)" by the CEA (College English Association), and I probably have little chance of having a paper accepted and then getting travel money to go to Indianapolis this spring, but I believe that it's smart to gear one's writing to a certain audience, so this is the what I'm doing.

Jess resigned from her job and we had a fight last night because I was irritated in general. Jess doesn't want to talk about her situation and I really want to hear about it (but I haven't been saying that) because if she doesn't express the fact that she wants a job, whatever job, then I, somehow, assume that she does not want a job. Anyway, it's not feasible for us to live on what I make, duh, and I need "proof" that Jess is making progress towards being financially independent, just as she once told me that she needed "proof" that I love(d) her.

She's smoking and sad and a bit devastated and pissed and perhaps I could learn a little sensitivity from Jeremy, who in his recent blog plays with the heartstrings of women everywhere. Huzzah.

No profanes - sacred
 
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