How my day started ...

Wake up this morning. Have to shit. Go into bathroom. Toilet is frozen -- the water in the toilet and in the tank, frozen solid. Shit. Thermometer reads -3. Put on boots, snow pants, gloves. Trudge into woods behind my house, there's a foot and a half of snow on the ground. Take a shit. Trip pulling pants up and fall bare-ass into snow. Go home. Take hot shower -- these pipes are somehow not frozen. Crawl back into 20-degree sleeping back and sleep for two more hours.

Would you consider these First- or Third-World problems?

2010 ...

I've been living here with one foot out the door -- but not any more. Though this may not be home, it might be, and I now know Pittsburgh is not. Punks not cops in 2010, resist convenience.