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Saturday, July 31, 2004

I’m moving tomorrow. After scrubbing for hours and hours today, my shower is finally clean. Also, to conform to our society’s restrictive conception of “cleanliness,” which is rooted in a lack of understanding about the interplay between the sacred and profane at best, or, at worst, is a calculated ploy to create excessive and unhealthy demand for environmentally unfriendly consumer cleaning products, I also had to clean out the brown stain under the waterline in my toilet bowl. My shower’s still not totally clean, but it’s pretty clean. I had a lot of work to do on it. My Dad and Sister were up just a few days ago helping me move, and my Dad got all uptight about the shower in its pre-”cleaned” state. But in his defense, he’s a baby-boomer, and when he grew up the conventional wisdom was that ecosystems could be completely controlled by humans with beneficial results - it was even considered desirable to eliminate certain species altogether, and under this logic various animal species such as the wolf, the sharp-shinned hawk, and many others were pushed almost to extinction. Today, however, people understand that a healthy ecosystem cannot be maintained under the iron fist of excessive human interference, rather, an ecosystem must be allowed to find its own balance, and in doing so, each and every species plays a critical role. But my Dad, all set in his ways, won’t listen to reason. He’s just all like, “there shouldn’t be ANY mold in your shower!” But now the shower is cleaned - shamefully, it might as well be a parking lot in there. But don’t worry, because there’s hope for the shower ecosystem: I couldn’t get all the mold out of the caulking and the grout looks really bad. But still, it’s pretty clean, I think it’s clean enough so that my Dad, having passed me on my way into the bathroom to take a shower as he was leaving the bathroom after taking his shower, wouldn’t pull back on the doorknob in an attempt to keep talking as I tried to pull it closed after listening to his anti-mold rhetoric for what seemed like forever. But the shower is still dirty enough so that I don’t believe he would step into it without wearing his flip-flops.

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