November 26, 2011 by deCadmus | 0 comments
Flying Rhinos from Green Renaissance on Vimeo.
September 28, 2011
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“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
September 24, 2011
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On the event of what would have been his 75th birthday I had intended to write a tribute to Jim Henson and the profound and imaginative contributions he’s made in places you know, and places you might never suspect… and … Continue reading
September 22, 2011
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Three years ago this week I gave up cigarettes. I’d smoked for twenty-six years, so quitting was a pretty momentous event, and a challenge. Modern chemistry helped: I had pretty good luck with the drug Chantix — it only made … Continue reading
September 22, 2011
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I have reached the conviction that the abolition of the death penalty is desirable. Reasons: 1) Irreparability in the event of an error of justice, 2) Detrimental moral influence of the execution procedure on those who, whether directly or indirectly, have to do with the procedure.
— Albert Einstein
September 20, 2011
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I find this news — a waypoint in the progression of our environment — more than a little poignant: Researchers at Crater Lake National Park in southern Oregon have spent the past two years documenting the park’s natural sound. Often, … Continue reading
September 13, 2011
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The single sugar maple tree in my back yard — for some weeks clearly stressed — is a lost cause, says the tree guy, and is soon to be a pile of wood for autumn bonfires. Acer S., the tree … Continue reading
September 11, 2011
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All the anger in me has been bled. So too the jingoistic rush, the fierce urgency of nationalism that the events of ten years ago engendered. All that remains today is sorrow. Sorrow for our loss of innocents, and the loss of our innocence. Sorrow for the further losses of our young men and women who volunteered in the pure white heat of anger to take our response to their shores… whoever they were, and wherever that might lead them.
Ten years ago today I was glued to my television, witness to history and the awful, unfolding events of the day. Today… I’m tuning out. I might wish today’s commemorations would do more than mourn our losses, individual and collective. I might hope we could search for wisdom in the rubble of our ruins, rather than sow anger and fear anew. But that’s not good television, is it?