"Interesting" would be one way to describe it . . .

Liz Seymour, 56 years old and newly divorced, turned her three-bedroom 1927 Colonial Revival house into a seven-person anarchist collective. Hmmm. "Anarchist collective." Isn't that a bit of a contradiction in terms? Anyway:

So Justin and I entered a microeconomy in which it is possible to live not just comfortably, but well, on $500 a month. When we pooled our skills in our new household, we found that we had what we needed to design a Web page, paint a ceiling or install a car stereo. Sharing services and tools with people outside the house saved us thousands of dollars a year. If there is a historical model for the way we live, it is not the communes of the 60's or the utopian experiments of the 19th century, but the two-million-year prehistory of our hunting-and-gathering ancestors. Looked at through that lens, the life of our miniature tribe feels a lot like the way people were meant to live.

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As for produce, a typical evening of hunting and gathering in various grocery store Dumpsters brings in plenty of food: cartons of apples, oranges, potatoes, bananas and red onions, slightly soft or spotty perhaps, but still fresh and edible.

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For the most part, though, my memory keeps up a pretty sturdy firewall between the time I have come to think of as "before" and now. Where I live now is not utopia. What it is, though, is fun. It is fun to hear people laughing on the porch; it is fun to dance in the kitchen; it is fun to go out on a Wednesday evening Dumpster run. As messy as it is, to my mind it is a lot more interesting than utopia could ever be.

I don't want to nitpick her choice of metaphors, but I will point out that a "firewall" is a barrier that you erect to protect yourself from a massive out-of-control raging inferno. So there you are, safe on one side, and there's the fire, burning itself out on the other side. Which side does she think she's on now? Based on the article, I'm not too sure.