…must be made this week, life must change/alter/defy the ordinariness we impose upon it. Because of this, I’m asking myself what it means to have money, to use money, to be entrenched in a cultural system that requires money. What if we bartered our services? I’m thinking of the guy that bartered his way up to a house. Why don’t we have more bartering in our systems? Or do we, and we just don’t recognize the non-monetary system?

And in celebration of Rhett’s new reading/open mic series Soundlines (how did it go?) I found this site online. I wonder if one can barter a poem for a meal? This could come in handy.