Margaret Atwood freaks me out. I had to take a break from reading her dark novels. The ending in Oryx and Crake frustrated me. It was so ambiguous that I wanted to scream.

Grounding myself, I have chosen to read David Suzuki’s updated biography. I’ve been thinking of D. Suzuki lately. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s his Challenge or the lightbulb billboards that has put him in my consciousness.

Our Peak Oil movie night is moving along. I had a planning meeting the other night with Eva and Pei-ju. I’m learning much and contributing much. I like feeling useful.