When I was a kid we used to have a little patch of woods by my house where a creepy old man lived. He had built himself a tin-roofed shack during the great depression, so the story went, and had never bothered to leave. We called him woodsy, because he lived in the woods. He had a long hook nose and a long wooden pipe, and long arms and long ( Read more... )

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I just saw Remember Shakti in Burlington. You remember Shakti, don't you?


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I spent a lot of my time at work today prepping things and trying to figure out what it would take make american kids care about politics. The tricky part was not making any assumptions, and being realistic about what kind of thing kids would be willing to listen to. I think the problem we've run into in America is this: young people are largely ( Read more... )

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Has the whole world gone mad? Why does it seem that way? I must just be exhausted ( Read more... )