Bless the well-intentioned consumer. The biodegradable soap, the hemp backpack, the energy-efficient light bulbs—the end products of conscientious consumption—are becoming far more popular and make us feel better about ourselves. But how much better are these purchases for the Earth? read more...

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A cupped hand reached out and touched my leggings from behind. Where they stretched across my butt. The hand cupped my butt. And I was surprised. Pleasantly.

She said, "How do you keep this so tight?"

"I take steps two at a time. Every time."

She liked that answer. I could tell.

Without further pause, we women continued to undress, changing out of our costumes and into our street clothes from the cramped confines of the female's dressing room, thick with perfumes, tissue and summer fabric.

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Who doesn’t love dried fruits and vegetables? There’s the extra sweetness and concentrated flavor. They can be eaten “as is” or reconstituted with water. They’re lightweight—easy to carry to class, to work or even around the world. And don’t forget their environmental friendliness: they can be stored nearly forever without refrigeration, they don’t need to be cooked to be enjoyed and, unlike so many other foods, they don’t come wrapped in excessive packaging (especially if you make them yourself).

Under the right conditions in the right climate, certain foods dehydrate naturally. But you can build your own food dehydrator to create favorable conditions wherever you are. Read on…

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Stalking pedestrians in parking lots all the way to their parking spaces. Adding a quarter-hour extra time for finding a meter. Amassing tickets for crowding residential driveways... All to avoid walking two blocks in the city. Why?

Instead, I'm walking in L.A., I'm walking in L.A.! As the Missing Persons sing the outlaw irony of “Nobody walks in L.A.” But I figure that I'm fit and young and my legs are powerful and pain-free. I don’t avoid walking. Someday it may hurt and I may use a cane. But that's not today and every step reminds me of how grateful and efficient I am. Read on…

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Tonite is not that nite on the paradise island all alone (or so I thought) just one light from my laptop screen glows.

Upon my face, I am the digital angel and he stood suddenly and surprisingly at my feet, hands on the bars. Through the balcony bars he bekonded silently maybe I want to step feet to the shore and share in a private secret with him. How the little fish did glow in the tide - the shallow, shallow water. They looked neon. Each and every of the thousands it's own light source. Just little neon moons swimming too close to shore.

This is also not that nite on the full moon island where the temples and the rave seemed quite common place, so he and I walked without electric light through the monsoon season wetness and the island cat did follow me. To my stoop. Then lied down. Taking this as a good sign, I welcomed you in. Welcomed you.

Well, come. This is a new nite and I'm overheating in my summer dress. Flip flops and desert horizon, not even plants live in this kind of desert. Not a single plant. Red rocks sprout up instead.

This is the nite that I yearn. I claim that word. I yearn and I long and I ache in the one hundred degree isolation. I learned to love when I loved like fire. Wild west Arizona bounty huntress has interest in few words.

Tonite is the nite I yearn.

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