Every now and again I sit down with my PowerBook and an entry for this blog almost writes itself. It doesn’t happen very often, but it’s a rush when it does.
This entry was not one of them.
I’ve sat down half a dozen times, trying to get this one out, but it just won’t go. Maybe I’ve just got to practice some tough love. Maybe it’s time to kick it out the door…
There’s an editorial in the November 5th issue of The New Republic which addresses a few of the global warming doubters out there.
The article mentions researchers who were surprised to find evidence that the world’s oceans are no longer absorbing as much carbon dioxide as they used to. (Just in case you missed the memo, that’s potentially a very bad thing.) The editorial…
Newsvine – N.O. Streetcars Welcomed Back With Party
I think almost everyone in North America knows what “Katrina” was. A few of you know my sister and brother-in-law were living in New Orleans at the time (and that Mike rode out the storm at the somewhat infamous Charity Hospital in downtown – who can forget that? Certainly not Mike…).
I don’t share the deep…
There’s a stretch of Interstate 75 in north Florida that never fails to give me goose bumps. A few miles north of a small town called Micanopy the highway rises over a small crest and descends into a vast, empty basin called Paines’ Prairie. A hundred years ago it was a large lake. It became a prairie when a big sink hole opened up and gave the water someplace else to go. Truth be…
There are a few of you out there who know I have no love of the local news – as presented by our local television stations. A prime example came over the airwaves this morning (or more precisely, the cable). The weather personality said it was pretty cold outside, and we should all allow a few extra minutes to let our cars heat up before our drive to work. According to two outside opinions…
This was the first place I lived away from home. The place was old, in a built in the tasteless, late ’50s kind of way. It had very little character, unless you like sprawling, soulless brick boxes.
Still, I remember the days when everyone laid out in the sun by the lake on nice days… except for when the alligators were out sunning themselves. I remember pizza deliveries, people…
I’m making the drive up to the State Hospital in Chatahoochee to see my mother this weekend. I’m not worried that the 12 hours in a car will do me much harm, but the exposure to germs gives me pause. Still, it’s been five months since I’ve seen my mother. I simply can’t stay away any longer.
I haven’t checked the weather yet, but it could be interesting.
For no particular reason, I was thinking about the things that I do poorly the other day. (You may be reading this and thinking about the same thing.) Last night I got on my bike and everything got a whole lot better. I’ve missed bicycling. I’ve never tried meditation, but I wonder if my bike has a similar effect (on me).
I hop on my bike, start peddling, and for long stretches I lose…
Beth is a champ.
She missed her opportunity to test with the rest of her group last week in Tae Kwon Do, so we sprung for the private test. In my mind, the “private” test is a bit misleading. When you test with the group, you do the form as a group. When you take a “private” test, you do it by yourself; but you’re still doing it in front of the entire class (just not…