New Yorker Whiteboy Watch: all of May 2008
The NYerWbW is a regular feature whereby my mother and I keep track of the male/female breakdown in The New Yorker magazine. We include stats on…
Crossroads, nonviolence, and the Green Party
So, in our little local Green Party we have this nutjob dude, Bill Mulcahy (I care not at all if he finds this post, so I…
The feminist mystique
My sweetheart and I have been together for eleven years, since we were 18 and 19, so we’ve become adults together. Because I was immersed in…
my playground
Shameless fun alert! For no reason at all except my own excitement, here are photos of my new commercial kitchen in Rosendale, New York, exactly 10…
veganic farming is the best farming
When I moved to New Paltz, I naturally sought out all the best farmers. One of the best of the best is Huguenot Street Farm. They…
hot hot heat
It’s hot. Heat always reminds me of growing up, and I am thankful to be an adult all over again. I grew up in a constantly…
crossroads redux
Since my Crossroads freakout (see below), I have done a lot of reading, thinking, listening, and talking talking talking about the project. Here are the facts…
my contractually-obligated post about oprah and veganism
In truth I know very little about Oprah, but it’s my understanding that out in the real world she is something of a big deal and…
taken by trees
Oh that? Just some trees. Well, trees I own. You know, if I believed in that sort of thing. Trees I own in the sense that…
crossroads = cross bones style
Mushroom forays: just one of the ten zillion awesome things about open space that will be destroyed because of a giant 57-acre useless crap development project…
