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Suggestions from a Soft Core Bicycle Rider - Andrea

I shall only highlight a few here, so read her blog!

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Hippie to Hipster: Andrea >> I have been getting super aggravated by the behavior of… well, everyone lately, especially around the subjects of bicycles, motor vehicles, and pedestrians.

Dear Motorized Vehicle Drivers,

• Use your fucking turn signals. While waiting to cross I-35 Frontage on 4th St., us bicyclists and pedestrians waste a significant amount of time waiting on cars that neglect to inform us that they’re turning before the crosswalk. This is fucking annoying.
• Don’t slow down when you see us at a crossing road, and then speed up after you see we’re stopped. Either keep at the same speed, or stop and let us go. You’re a fucking tease, and nobody likes a tease.
• You all suck.

Dear Pedestrians,

• When a bicyclist says “on your left,” don’t look and walk to the left. Move over to the right. Move quickly. You’re slowing me down.
• Don’t congregate on the walking bridge and block both fucking lanes. I gotsta get through, assholes!
• You all suck.

Dear Bicyclists,

• You’re not better than everyone else, so stop being so pretentious or you won’t ever get laid.
• Use your fucking turn signals.
• Don’t yell at pedestrians for not getting out of the way soon enough to your liking.
• Get some fucking lights, we can’t see you!
• You all suck.

© Foto de Agência JB

© Foto de Agência JB. Mulheres encabeçam passeata contra a censura. 

Rio de Janeiro, 1968.

No dia 12 de fevereiro de 1968, na Cinelândia, no Rio, artistas e intelectuais promoveram um protesto contra a censura que proibia tudo. Uma bela comissão de frente feminina encabeçava a passeata. Da esquerda para a direita, Eva Todor, Tonia Carreiro, Eva Wilma, Leila Diniz, Odete Lara e Norma Bengel. 

Infelizmente não consegui apurar o nome do autor desta histórica fotografia feita para o Jornal do Brasil.

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Infelicidade é uma questáo de prefixo. G.ROSA

EENG: a group of educators that produce children whom fall over with excitement from every lesson.

Environmental Education for the Next Generation works in local elementary schools to bring in California Board of Education certified lesson plans on environmental education. The lesson for the week? Local and non-local foods.  This week's lesson at Bay View Elementary literally caused some of the kids to fall over with excitement! We had the class bring up, a third represented "local" while the rest were "non-local".  We passed a piece of fruit (per group) from "field to fork" and raced to see who could get it into a tummy first. The non-local team was pretty sad that they couldn't they had so many steps in between, "it's unfair!" Let's just say that they grasped the idea pretty well. 

Dolmas [Vegan]

A quick recipe for delicious dolmas, ingredients: anything you have in your fridge. 

Dolmas Recipe:

 >> 2 Onions

 >> 4 Carrots

 >> 2 cups of rice (preferably long white, as it absorbs the flavors better)

 >> 3 tomatoes, diced

 >> Half jar of grape leaves (Sadaf is a pretty good company)

 >> A hot peeper, simply because I like spice in everything

 >> Juice of 1 whole lemon

 >> A handful of mushrooms (I used dry, but fresh are even better!)

 >> A few cloves of garlic

 >> Salt + Pepper to taste ;)

Toast rice in ghee, until some pop. Add in some water and let cook for twenty minutes or so. You want the rice to be partially cooked, later you will cook the rest. Add in your tomatoes, and let sit. 

Simultaneously as the rice is cooking, add in your onions and carrots and sauté! Add in the hot pepper and let cook, plop in the minced garlic and lemon juice. Once this is well cooked, combine with the rice and tomatoes. Mix well and get ready to stuff. 

Dolmas mean "to stuff", so take the pickled leaves out the jar carefully and begin by placing a teaspoon to a tablespoon, depending on size at the base of the leaf. 

Steam the bazillions of dolmas (stacking) for about 20 minutes and then let cool. 

Served best cold and with the company of friends. 

Después de dos semanas, el plástico se mantuvo intacto (o sea, plástico) mientras que las cáscaras de huevo, y manzana eran abono ya! Florcita #2 (Dulce) y Florcita #3 (Maria) nos muestran unas de las muestras. Go Nature Team Sandía!!!

Engineered kaleidoscope of color in the Rice Fields of Yunnan, China.

Being an "Adult"

Ok, it has now been two incidences within the past week where I have been called an "adult". Both of which shocked me, and made me giggle, (1) I was teaching 2nd graders at Bay View Elementary and one of the girls in my group asked me a question about being an "adult"; (2) one of my volunteers from this summer sent me an email requesting that I confirm her work as the "designated adult". 

I'm sorry, I just do not consider myself an adult. In my opinion, being an adult means being serious all the time, going to bed early, preparing food for the whole busy week of work, getting upset when the house is dirty, grocery shopping, paying bills and coming home to cuddle with someone special. Gah-that is me. 

"They doubted, you believed, I succeeded." Six-word essays on great teachers: PHILLIP J., Wisconsin

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The prominence of the privileged in the food-movement narrative, along with its “whiteness” (Slocum 2007), reflects the uneasy dualism between the trend of “quality food” for higher- income consumers and “other food” consumed by the masses (Goodman and Goodman 2007, 6).

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"In June 2008, the World Bank reported that global food prices had risen 83 percent in three years and the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations (FAO) cited a 45 percent increase in their world food price index in just nine months (Wiggins and Levy 2008).

What Child Is This? A Christmas Story

    My lover made a special picnic basket, the goodies inside: water, little cups, strawberries and dates, two blankets and a book. 


We watched the sunset while flipping through, randomly choosing a page here and there to read aloud to each-other. 

   Bed time came and I plopped out a gift I had made. 

I gave him a book of my own, strategically disguised as a book about Christmas (I hate Christmas FYI). 

      He looked at it, then looked at me. 

Finally, he opened it up and saw what was actually hidden.   

He was quite surprised and thankful. 

Twas a great surprise. Happy Valentines Day my Love. 

Ralph Eugene Meatyard