My friend Chris has been fighting the good fight, writing letters to various corporations to hold them accountable for their sins. Tonight, we joined forces to preach truth to Target, on behalf of rabbit owners everywhere:

Dear Target,

The name of your company is apt, as we’re certain that many dreams across these United States involve hurling sharp projectiles at your architecturally uninspired retail locations. We assure you, however, that we’re unlike such dreamers.

We are unlike such dreamers, for we can no longer dream.

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Recently, I had a sit-stand desk delivered to my house. It came from a company that usually delivers to businesses, and they brought it in a big truck with the boxes strapped to a wooden pallet, and the guy who delivered it said that he was not permitted to enter my house with it.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get the boxes inside by myself, so I asked if he was permitted to enter my garage with it, and he said that’d probably be ok. I moved my car out into the driveway, and he maneuvered the pallet into the middle of the garage on a rolling cart thingy. I opened up all the boxes and looked at the pieces, as I’d been instructed to do to check for damage and missing parts, but since I didn’t know what I was looking at, I just said I was sure that was all as it should be and signed the form. The guy made to leave.

“Do I get to keep the pallet?” I said, surprised.

“You can if you want, or I can put it back in the truck,” he said.

I have no idea where this came from, but something in me got really excited at the idea of keeping the pallet. I don’t have any idea why, or what I thought I’d do with it. I had this vision of it sitting out in the back yard and coming in handy in some undefined way.

Did I think I’d bust it up and repurpose the wood into a side table? Did I imagine using it as a pedestal for delivering Shakespearean monologues? Did it look to me like it would be comfortable for sitting on?

I don’t know. In the clarity of sober reflection, I can think of not one single use for a pallet, other than moving furniture from a truck to a garage. But at the time, the possibilities were endless.

“I’ll keep it!” I said. “Oh, boy! My very own pallet!”

Later, I did manage to move all the boxes into the house by myself, although they’ll now sit there for the next six months to a year, until I make friends with someone who could potentially put together this very complicated desk in exchange for pizza and beer.

But the pallet.

Turns out, pallets are really heavy. And really, really splintery. I can’t move this one. Not an inch. It’s still sitting there in the middle of the garage, and my car is still outside baking in the August sun, looking at me reproachfully whenever I go in or out.

The pallet seems really pleased with itself.

I feel guilty about where and how my clothes and electronics are manufactured, where my produce and coffee beans are grown and picked, and how my meat is raised and slaughtered, among a thousand other things. But I haven’t yet learned anything to make me feel guilty about how my wine is produced, which just adds to my conviction that it’s the greatest thing ever (and vegan). Does anyone know of any travesties in grape growing/wine-making that I should feel guilty about (but not guilty enough to stop buying wine)? I just Googled “wine industry terrible things Omelas,” but it turned up nothing.

Where Should I Go On Vacation?

I try to get out of the country at least once a year, and I haven’t been out since last summer. So, I’m thinking about a trip for two weeks in late October or early November, but I don’t know where I want to go yet. Help me decide!

I’m only going for two weeks, and I want this to be part relaxation and part exploration, so I don’t want to try to cover too much ground. I also don’t want to go anywhere I’ve been before, which rules out most of Italy, Southern China, Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Malaysia, Morocco, and Amsterdam. Other than that, I’m game to go pretty much anywhere. Here are a few on my shortlist (really leaning toward the first two):

  • Prague
  • Barcelona
  • Bogota
  • Lima
  • Costa Rica
  • Croatia
  • Greece

Where do you think I should go? Open to destinations not on my list.

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Canyon de Chelly

After leaving the Grand Canyon, we drove for what felt like days through the Navajo reservation. I know this isn’t news, but the US sure did screw the Navajo. I’d never been on a reservation before, and it is just miles and miles of nothing. Boiling hot sun on dirt, and not so much as a tree to be seen. We got to the little town of Chinle in the evening. Continue reading “Canyon de Chelly”

You Can’t Become Great Without Looking Like an Asshole

I’ve been thinking a lot this year about what I’ve learned in life so far. I’ve been thinking, if I were to bundle up all of my life experiences into a pithy little book of bullshit platitudes and truisms and motivational nuggets that could go in the little spinning caddie in the checkout aisle at Barnes & Noble, what would I have to say?

The short answer is, not a whole hell of a lot. Continue reading “You Can’t Become Great Without Looking Like an Asshole”