I've spent the last few days trying to change the nature of my cluttered apartment - bringing in plants and throwing out piles of catalogs full of stuff I don't need (yes, I'm buying the plants, so yes, I'm still a consumer, and yes, I see the irony, and yes, just because I see the irony doesn't make it any less ironic).

I've also been mulling around money-related topics - I just read Rich Dad, Poor Dad: What the Rich Teach Their Kids about Money That the Poor & Middle Class Do Not, which is such a swirling combination of good and evil that I'm still pulling at threads.

And my friend Ghida and I saw Nickel and Dimed - the Play…there is much to be said about that. Short version: the play fell into every middle-class-POV-on- poverty pit that Ehrenreich so deftly avoided, and actually managed to dig a few new ones. The long version is in progress.

In the meantime, don't forget to tip the pizza guy.