i know it's monday. but, i have insomnia and a slight headache from knocking my head into the bottom of the pool of a certain fortune-500-animation-studio yesterday (and beer) while trying to kick the world's most oversized and thus, sadistic volleyball ever. so, that was the end of my weekend. the beginning involved a three-hour public transit hike to stanford powwow where i decided that chicken dancers are my favorite -- hands down. also, i witnessed southern straight dancing for the first time. when did oklahoma decide to cede california? i picked out some beautiful shell necklace for my mom; my, how i gurgle at traditional california jewelry that involves layering pounds upon pounds of abalone on one's neck. i was also a good cookie and spoke to, not only, my mom, yesterday, but my granma and an auntie. i'm doin good. my granma always has some fascinating bit of advice every time i speak to her. anyway, enough about me. let's talk about this here earthship. let's talk about 350 parts per million. let's talk about preserving the simple beauty in my weekend and hoping my grandchildren will get to have their own version of its effortless leisure and i'll be able to give them some fascinating bit of advice about our traditions.

oh, and thanks alibi_shop! you were right, the intro is a must-read.


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The World at 350
A Last Chance for Civilization
By Bill McKibben

Even for Americans, constitutionally convinced that there will always be a second act, and a third, and a do-over after that, and, if necessary, a little public repentance and forgiveness and a Brand New Start -- even for us, the world looks a little Terminal right now...