recommendation posted on Mon, November 5, 2007 - 5:42 PM
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Alternative Photography Processes,
Backcountry Gourmet,
Backpacking,
Clann na hEireann,
Esoteric Christianity,
Evil , Big Oil Republicans,
Extreme day hikers,
Green Building,
Grow Organic!,
Gun Rights,
Horticulture and Permaculture,
Libertarianism,
Open Source Software,
Polaroid processes,
Right-Wingers,
Santa Fe, NM,
strictly pinhole,
The Courts,
Ubuntu Linux,
Ultralight Backpacking,
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I'm a photographer. Backpacker. Stargazer. A collector of obscure legends and lore. I can throw a pot or bowl, design and build an off-grid power system, convert semi-automatic firearms to fully automatic, and detect American foulbrood in a colony of bees. I know the difference between fillet and groove welds. When I was in college, I minored in more subjects than I have fingers on which to count them. I work for a nonprofit organization, buy organic vegetables from local farmers, reuse and recycle - and I will never vote for a Green Party candidate.
I'm an advocate of the slow food movement, but I have thus far managed to avoid joining a convivium. Putting an international organization behind a movement advocating local agriculture seems just a little too silly to me. Oh yes: And if you do not understand something in my profile, I promise I won't throw a minor tantrum and tell you to look it up on Wikipedia.
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I drove by it so many times. I'd make that long drive from Columbia, Missouri: North along Route 63, past farms and forested hills. West across the northern part of the state to Conception Abbey, that lovely Benedictine monastery with the beautifully kept graveyard where I'd stop to visit with the monks who had made their vow of Silence so permanent. And then north again to Sioux Falls.
Fri, March 14, 2008 - 6:15 AM
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Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where I'd spend the night not because it was getting late, but because I love... read more
My lovely mountain home is full of boxes. Boxes of books, boxes of kitchenware, boxes of backpacking gear and photography supplies and ancient chinese jades. A box with a cat - mine, not Schroedinger's. (I am in town at the moment and cannot see the box with the cat, but there was an empty box before, and I am sure the cat in question could not in good conscience keep it that way.)
Fri, November 16, 2007 - 2:31 PM
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There are still more empty boxes, too, and boxes with packing material. There are carefully wrapped bundles o... read more
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