Work week?!  HA!  I'm unjobbing!  I might "work" two or three days at things-I-do-strictly-for-money, but there isn't enough of a work week for me to answer this question easily.  If I'm eating at work, I'm probably being fed sandwiches at the School of Medicine (on days when I play a carefully scripted role of patient for the students to play doctor).  One week they ordered pizzas--it was week two of a three-week session of working two long days a week.  They wanted to break up the sandwich monotony.  Well, they ARE monotonous.  Especially if you're suspicious of "lunch meat" and go for the vegetarian sandwich of sprouts-lettuce-cuke-&-tomato with a schmear of cream cheese.

I haven't popped in here much lately, but happened to tonight.  I almost didn't answer this question because I didn't feel like explaining it all.  I wanted to be inspired, not get an essay question, so I looked back at the past few weeks' archives of Writer's Block questions, and they're even less interesting!!!!  I never gave a crap about NFL stuff (except when the Bears were in the Superbowl and I was in Jr. High), and I don't care to learn enough about Palin to give an adequately informed opinion about all that.  

So, how much money do I spend on food consumed during work hours?  Very little.

I'm occasionally active on another blog, or two.

Oh, speaking of unjobbing, check out this graphic of vicious vs. virtuous cycles.

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I don't necessarily recycle "every day" because we just don't create that much trash.  Family of three, maybe two bags a week.  Unless we pick up the trash that blows into the yard.  Maybe I do actually literally throw something or other into the recycling every single day.  Now that I think about it.

I could do more energy conservation.  Use electricity less, insulate the house better. 

The new wood burning stove is great and plenty warm in Spring, but we'll see next winter if we wish we got ourselves a bigger one.  So anyway, not every single day, but when it's not too warm outside, we use carbon-neutral locally-harvested home heating and cooking fuel.  My only regret is that the chainsaw burns gas.  But we don't have a car so at least there's that.  Only it does make getting gas for the chainsaw harder.  D'ohh!

But not having a car also makes it harder to rush out and spend lots of money, so in that respect our consumption level is reduced, and that's every day.  Even just not eating out (especially fast food) probably does a lot to reduce our consumption.  "Consumption" meaning largely "waste" in our modern industrial lifestyle.

See the Noble Savagery blog where we talk about crazy eco-stuff.  We're also starting a Food Not Lawns Springfield (Illinois) network.  Exciting.

For environmentalism, nothing beats No Impact Man.  Truly an inspiration.  And there's perennial favorite Ran Prieur.

That it would be a job!

I <3 unjobbing, unschooling, and unchurching.

Relatedly, we're starting a Food Not Lawns Springfield group on Yahoo.  (I have no idea why it's a Yahoo! Tech group.)

Did I mention the new Little House in the Ghetto, on an easier-to-use popular blogging site.

Bringing the snakes back to Ireland, like a good Moor.  Drinking homebrew (mead spiked with our friend Patrick's freeze-concentrated MEAD!!).  Wearing green boxers.  Only one person challenged me about not wearing green today, and she was 7, so it was awkward to tell her I was wearing green but she couldn't see it.  I think some other green thing was involved with today, maybe it was shelling out cash for vending machine treats at the Y.  Somehow we wound up staying for lunch when we hadn't brought lunch.  A good time hanging out though.  I chuckled as the bus to the Y went past the new Bennigan's (attached to the Hilton, which is attached to Starbucks)--remembering the big banner hanging up on the Bennigan's under construction, "Leprichaun's At Work" ... ah, Springfield. 

Mead may be etymologically related to Mab, queen of the faeries. 

snotrag, made from old t-shirts.

usually, Leatherman pocket tool, given to me by Dad upon High School graduation. 

wallet, full of archaic ephemera from long ago, and a handul of cash, mash'Allah

book to read. ... currently either Permaculture Designer's Manual, or The Years of Rice and Salt.

water bottle (Springfield tap water)

This is one of my favorite examples of someone simply refusing to continue playing along with the injustice that surrounds us.  As a white man from a middle-class background ... what have I done that is brave?  I don't ever really think of myself as brave.  Like, maybe taking a mouse by the tail and removing it from the house?  Or is brave something more like, moving into a small cheap house in a poor "integrated" neighborhood, where there are occasionally crack houses and shootings?  This facilitated our quitting our desk jobs, which facilitates spending more time at home, which facilitates permaculture and unschooling. 

What are ways I've stopped playing along?  Besides quitting working full time?  And radically reducing consumption, and eliminating television and fnordy magazines and ... oh, I feel like I'm bragging about how radical my life is.  I've never risked getting my ass kicked just for sticking to my seat in the bus, or sitting at a lunch counter, or drinking from a Whites Only drinking fountain.  What is brave?

Walking into a Nation of Islam Bookstore and Research Center, telling them about the Moorish Orthodox Church, and handing them Michael Muhammad Knight's book Blue-Eyed Devil?  Taking in a traumatized infant on 48 hours' notice, our first child, not knowing if we'd be her foster parents for a week or adoptive parents for a lifetime?

Biking with my daughter at dusk during rush hour?  Or is that foolhardy?