You know, Miller moving in makes me realize that among the relatively few things that might count as "sacred" to me, hospitality is one of them. Specifically, being able to provide a place to crash for an out-of-town guest or even a local friend down on their luck.
And the weird thing is, I think it's this passage from "Of Mice and Men" that is the nexus for that thought, where George is taking about the place he dreams about setting up:
"An' it'd be our own, an' nobody could can us. If we don't like a guy, we can say: 'Gedt the hell out,' an' by God he's got to do it. An' if a fren' come a long, why we'd have an extra bunk, an' we'd say: 'Why don't you spen' the night,' an' by God he would."
Admittedly I've led a much more
priveleged privileged ("Thanks", FoSO) life than the characters in that book and have had "my own place" since graduation, but still, the concept resonates.
Quote of the Moment
"So long as there's a jingle in your head, television isn't free."
Fetish of the Moment
BoingBoing linked to this Radar Online piece on fetish clubs in Japan (NSFW Warning: Breasts) catering to odd, sometimes weirdly-innocent-sounding sexual interests. This one, women frolicking in green gel, was one of the weirder ones though I also liked "pay a 40,000-yen [~$340] entrance fee to drink and watch [topless] foreign women swim in a tank."