Vandalism is pain to an urban garden. We’ll put up a stake or post in the evening for vines to climb up, only to have it ripped out of the ground, broken in pieces by the next morning. Footsteps small and large cover our precisely prepared plots, our fledgling seedlings stamped to death. Trenches dug out are caved in within days. Onions and garlic are chopped off and uprooted. The frustration is beginning to mount and we’re just over one month into the growing season. Continue reading
Despite the human rights abuses, the poverty, the corruption, and the waste, I’m still a nut for the World Cup. I love seeing competition bring people together, watching which players will show their best and which will show their worst. I love seeing the greatness of the world’s elite athletes on full display. I love the battle for position, the chess-like strategy, the heroics, the scrapy-ness of the smaller countries, and the pressure on the perennial powerhouses.
A few weeks ago, before all the excitement bubbled over in Brazil, an organization I’ve been friendly with, the Burma Community Rangers Organization, Continue reading