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    I Hear Country in LA

    Given the slick and shlocky stuff that pervades the radio, music that goes by the name “country” is likely to elicit only rolled eyeballs and guttural groans. But it’s worth remembering that country music isn’t all kitsch. Some musicians (I think of Johnny Cash and Gillian Welch) manage country music’s…

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    Fishtale

    This week in DC, concern over a scientific study that found “intersex fish” in the Potomac resonated only briefly around my office and circle of friends. I have tried impress my concern upon them that we are, in fact, drinking Potomac River water here in DC (and in some of…

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    Patriarchy of Pork

    While reading through my environmental ethics text book today (that will be used for a class called Philosophy and the Environment…woot!) I came across a section called “Patriarchy of Pork or Feminist Fuss” in a chapter called “Ethics and Animals”. The section is only about a page long (a bit…

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    Red State, The Movie

    Many of us awoke the morning after the 2004 presidential election feeling disillusioned and despondent. The victory that George Bush was enjoying left millions around the world asking; “How could this happen?” Last week, my friend Michael Shea, was on Sam Seder’s radio show, The Majority Report, on Air America…

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    Burning Man/Cooling Man?

      I have made art projects that have ended up at Burning Man, my friends have all (seemingly) gone to Burning Man, and I was supposed to go to the art and music desert festival this year, but life (in the form of being accepted to grad school unexpectedly) intervened.…

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    Deep Ecology and Ecofeminism

    When I was in grade 12 I wrote a paper that I thought was fantastic. I hate that I can say I still have it – and got to read over it again today, it’s pretty horrible. Actually, for it being the first a) philosophy paper and b) environmental paper…

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    Dispatch from LA

    Maybe this is where Paris Hilton lives When I moved out to Los Angeles three weeks ago, some of my friends were puzzled. I am not a city girl. I don’t like clubs, or fashion, or glitz, or glamour. I sleep in my sleeping bag even at home, and I…