Dan lives in a pine-paneled hole in the ground in the Northwest United States
I really love imagining what it would be like to live in completely different ways. When I was a kid, many of my favorite books had vivid descriptions of offbeat homes; my favorite comes from My Side of the Mountain, in which a boy runs away from home and builds a life living in a hollowed-out oak tree with a pet hawk.
This is the book I thought of when I learned about Dan Price, an artist who lives in a hole he dug.
How to find your dining room table under that pile of mail
I was wondering if y’all have any suggestions for dealing with like mail/bills/tax information/etc.
Right now, I tend to just throw it on top of (what used to be) a dining room table, but it has gotten to the point where it is just too much. Halp?
How to blend two schools of thought about cleaning under one roof
I try to do daily cleaning until I get behind and overwhelmed. Then he will take a weekend and do a massive cleaning. We both end up feeling like the other one never does any cleaning. How can we find a better compromise?
Agnostic seasonal decor: it’s winter, not Christmas
I’d love to get some ideas for non-Christmas-holiday decorations. DIY would be especially treasured. Something more winter solstice-based…or really just not anything overly Santa Claus/presents/Christian-centered.
I am really awful at bringing details together, and I would love some offbeat advice!
I sold everything I own to make room for something amazing
I’ve never been one to amass collections of anything. I’ve moved…a lot. A lot a lot a lot; over 30 times before moving out after high school a lot. But selling everything I owned to move across the planet was still jarring.
How do you guarantee a white Christmas?
By building a homemade snow machine. This Instructable has all the info.
Remembering the convent: our 8-person intentional community on the south side of Chicago
Our home in the convent brought together eight people united by the desire to work for social justice. When I lived in this house we were all fresh out of college and ready to fight poverty, the education gap, global warming, and anything else that stood in our way. Almost all of the occupants still work in urban education and live lives to limit our ecological impact.
Everyone you live with has something to teach you. I learned how to cook for eight, how to container garden, how to make homemade cleaning supplies work, and how to love urban biking.
When home is a hospital room
The hospital was my literal home, but I soon realised I had to spiritually embrace my time there as well if I wanted to get out and make a recovery. I filled my room with little things to empower me to say ‘this isn’t just another nameless, faceless hospital room, this is MY space and goddammit, I’m owning it!’ With that ownership slowly came empowerment and a slow, slow process of finding myself again.