you can't win
Above: discovered beneath Dex's bed over the weekend.
Posting will probably be light over the next week, maybe longer: For the last month or so I have been temping at an apartment leasing office for Section 8 residents which was suffering from a long-term bed bug infestation, and late Saturday morning, after numerous assurances to the contrary, I discovered that in all likelihood I brought some home with me (I'll never be able to look at brown rice the same way again). So not only do I not have a job as of this post - again - I have also chucked my bed and have had to throw down for a bunch of giant plastic tubs to keep my clothes and things in, resulting in a true feat of econo-fuckery by which this temp thing will end up costing me more than I actually made in the first place.
There is probably something very valuable for me to see or learn from sleeping on the floor and wondering how I'm going to pay for food, at least in terms of meditation practice or karma or something, but I'm not fucking seeing it, Siddhartha, you ass.
Anywho. While I try to piece things back together here at the Lab, check out local blogging big wig Wash Park Prophet's keen observations on local and national political races; the political economy of deforestation and weather in Southeast Asia; looking back at HRC in PA with Taibbi; and the anatomy of a firing (with bonus best line EVER: "There is all this mystique about dioxin...Just because it's there doesn't mean there is an imminent health threat.")