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Or… Moving to the Beat of My Own Green Drummer Nothing gives you a good ol’ kick in the tush like hanging around with people who are really making things happen. At Green Drinks last night, I met more than a few people who are busy living a green life: they own an organic...
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Three hours of my time, this weekend, was spent doing this (see photo, right). If you had a look at my yard right now, of course, you’d have absolutely zero inkling that any form of rake had ever touch it. As an estimate, we have 427,783 trees in our yard. Now, this might be...
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Because of the way America is constructed, most of us shop at our local “box” store– Home Depot, Lowe’s, Target, Wal-Mart — for our garden and home supplies. And why not? They’re cheap, close by, and have nearly everything. In the last few years, these stores have really been responding to our demands for...
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Existential Question for the Day, Number 523: Does the American Dream create us, or do we create it? After leaving the confined space of London and the “cultured” space of Europe, Colin and I are handspringing back into the frontier life of the American Dream. On our To Do list, dutifully being followed and...
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… and Other Truths about A Poor and Sodden Nation There are many good reasons that ignorant Americans give to never leave America. Amuuuurrr-ick-cuh’s the best cunt-tree in the whole wide world. Why should I go anywhere’s else? Well, really that boils it down doesn’t it? The truth is, after living three years in...
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Remember summer? Summer for me is this: Kick the Can in the dusk around “the warehouse”… an old house abandoned house across the street with a grassy lot in front and gravelled alley out back. “Everybody OUTSIDE!” … the sound of my mother’s voice above everything, sending us to where we first were reluctant, but,...
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Days and days of beauty and wonder in London… Shhhh!! … Can’t talk just now… Too busy exchanging ideas with this flower and listening to Cary… “All the lights on and you are alive But you can’t point the way to your heart So sublime, when the stars are aligned But you don’t know...
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Colin and I went for a walk to Hyde Park last weekend. We’ve been having beautiful sunny weather here so far for most of the winter. Temperatures in the 40s and 50s . We can’t complain. It’s hit or miss, of course, as some days it pours with rain and there is even the...
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It snowed in London overnight… the first time Colin and I have seen it in three winters. The view out my office window, over the tennis courts at the Paddington Sports Club. Guys were playing tennis just yesterday, in the 34 degree temps. The tree and the BBC studios out the front window. The...
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My in-laws, Henry and Linda, have descended upon us in London. Henry is a proper old limey, having been born here. Still, things are somewhat different since the World War II days, so I’ve been taking them around the town. Here we flying high in the London Eye… The weather has been spot on...
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2006 Women’s HydroActive Challenge September 3rd London’s Hyde Park Finish Time: 40 minutes 31 seconds The HydroActive Challenge 5K is a race for women and there were woman all around me. But even so, I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Almost everyone there was running for some charity or other, so the other...
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Last-Chance Londoner, Part II At Coin Street, Gabriel’s Wharf, you are finally there. The gross cement casings of the new theatre parade are behind you. You can see Old London rising up across the Thames, behind its bridges. The clatter of the skateboards has died underneath the Waterloo Bridge. At Coin Street, South Bank...
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Last Chance Londoner, Part I London holds its secrets like a favour. You are only rewarded if you go look for them, and if you ask. I walked today between raindrops, between eras, between churchyards’ gasps of silence and the blat! of a city beside them. I went to St. Paul’s Tube and the...
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Colin and I were lured by the people streaming through Regent’s Park. I told Frances “it looked like the Trail of Tears, with strollers and picnics.” Colin and I were heading home, from a missed attempt at the Marylebone Farmer’s Market when we stumbled on this. The thing I really like about Innocent Juices...
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One thing that you lose, when you live a life with a car, is your connection with your feet. I miss my Mazda Protégé. I miss it a lot. I don’t love my life in London, and in lots of ways I can’t wait to be able to just hop in a car again—preferably...
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