Post blogger Jamie Lynn Miller ventures into terra cognita at the Pitkin County Democratic caucus. "Every 3½ years or so," she blogs, "I really care about politics. I try to care as much the 3½ years leading up to it but things get in the way – powder day after powder day, live music, another day in paradise. But I think it’s better to care, even some of the time, than to not care at all. I was watching the Democratic debates on youtube, when it suddenly occurred to me if I really wanted to be informed, or at least aware, I should watch the Republican debates as well."
Rocky Mountain Institute founder Amory Lovins knows that eccentricity in the defense of energy independence is no vice at the think tank in Old Snowmass. "While Lovins' eating and work habits appear a bit out of the ordinary," reports Roger Fillion, "there's an explanation. Blame it on global warming and $100 oil. Lovins' views on weaning the nation of fossil fuels have come more into vogue, especially in corporate America. So he's been burning the midnight oil in his solar- powered home and office. Companies such as Wal-Mart, Ford and Pacific Gas and Electric--plus the Pentagon and the White House--have sought advice from Lovins and the environmental think tank he co-founded here, the Rocky Mountain Institute."
The Con Man is not at all happy that two of his regular radio guests stand accused of "racism" and/or "racist statements." "Within the last week," he blogs, "I have found myself in the awkward position of having two of my regular guests on the “Con Games” radio show accused of “racism”—one for his stance on immigration, the other for his views on Palestinians."
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As hard as it might be for some of you to believe, I am awake and typing away on my computer at 5:30 am. I have a fresh cup o’ Peet’s French Roast by my side, a candle burns casting a soft golden glow on my keyboard, jasmine incense fill the air, and as much as I’d like to describe a lovely pink hue on the horizon, Delhi is displaying its best gray! Upon a second look, there are different shades of gray, and if I really use my imagination with my watercolorist’s eye, there might even be a touch of lavender here and there. If my memory serves me correctly, Delhi can actually produce some quite spectacular sunrises and sunsets because (yes, you guessed it) smog has the propensity to bring out gorgeous dusty oranges and crimson reds (but not this morning!).
Continue Reading May 6th, 2008
We all want to matter. We all want to have meaning in our lives. We all want to be relevant to something, and a lot of these people don’t feel that about themselves. They feel empty, and they’re trying to fill the emptiness, fill the void. And Obama does. Obama gives them hope that they’re going to be something…
Continue Reading February 26th, 2008
Being deep in debt with poor credit has only one solution –– raise revenues and cut spending. Around my household some sacrifices would have to be made. Steak would be replaced with hamburger. The Range Rover in the driveway would be traded for a used Subaru. Most importantly, I would get a second job. I would never think of spending my way out of a fiscal crisis.
Continue Reading February 20th, 2008
Human Embryonic Stem Cells are alive and growing in my body, infusing me with life and awakening my legs. As I near the end of my second treatment at Nutech Mediworld, I continue to regain strength. I have three days before I board my flight bound for the US. This time around, I am discovering that my body is so much more sensitive to the treatment, and I am more in tune with my bodily sensations.
Continue Reading February 19th, 2008
Mum, I will promise to stick to my chosen path and proceed with the strength you and the Universe have bequeathed upon me…I will aspire to walk for you and for me. That is my goal. That is my dream. I will keep the faith, meditate, pray, and fill my being with light and courage. I will chant “Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo…Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo…Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo…Nam Myo Ho Renge Kyo” as you chant in unison from across the oceans. The Lion King of Sutras–The Lotus Sutra—will help us remain in the ever present now, satiating our souls with love, compassion, and good karma from our mystical univer se. Believe Mum, as I will hold the belief that anything is possible. I am healing. I am creating every moment right now. My future is now. I try to move forward without expectation. I am not attached to an outcome and I accept my body as it is—right now! While I have physical imperfections, I believe I am perfect as I am. This is my path. Perfection is ever expanding. I embody perfection. Perfection is growing every moment through me and is a dynamic state of being. It is not an end. I will tap into my higher potential—my God Self—knowing that I am capable of achieving more, and visualizing every pure embryonic cell gestating from a perfect state manifesting the Divine throughout my physical body. Mum, hold this belief as I do. I am changed. Through this journey I have matured. I am wiser. I am Amanda.
Continue Reading February 12th, 2008
Four months at home of hard work and intense physical therapy with Tami, Gabrielle, Dale, and Zander; a weekly yoga session with Emily Hightower; and a weekly massage with CP; walking regularly in my leg braces and parallel bars; and cycling on my electrical stimulation bicycle three times a week has ALL PAID OFF!!!!! I am pleased to report that Chavi (my adorable physical therapist in India), Dr. Shroff, Dr. Ashish Verma, and Mum are absolutely thrilled with my progress. Having been gone for four months, they clearly see my strength and improvements. It has been tough to monitor my own progress at home. My trunk mobility and lower abdominal strength is remarkable.
Continue Reading February 1st, 2008
In the Roaring Fork Valley, Aspen has the title for the most socialistic municipality. If there’s a chance for the local Aspen poobahs to levy a tax or stick their nose in your business, then chances are that’s just what they’re going to do.
But not even the Aspen Politburo has the stones to do what the Town Council has done at Snowmass: to ban smoking outdoors in the Town of Snowmass Village.
Outdoors. That’s right. Light up in the great outdoors of Snowmass Village and you are toast–or at least subject to a fine as high as $1,000. Town Councilor Jack Wilkinson proposed the ban, according to a local paper, in part because of the impact of smoking on the health of his family.
Continue Reading November 11th, 2007
One of the original meanings of “overwhelm” is to submerge completely and stems from around the year 1450. Picture a small boat washed over by a gigantic wave. Well, I feel like that boat right now, or rather a person in that boat flailing, whelmed by emotions, offset by a surge of curiosity from people itching to know more about stem cell therapy. A part of me thinks, I can’t possibly keep up with the influx of calls and emails, yet my intuitive knowing reassures me that I can handle the onslaught. I have received a God-given gift of life. I am the first United States Citizen to have received Human Embryon ic Stem Cell Treatment from Dr. Geeta Shroff in India, and I cannot turn my eyes, ears, or my awakened body to a culture crying out for a cure.
Continue Reading September 11th, 2007
SNOWMASS, COLORADO–If you can feel for a corporation than I feel for Related WestPac. I really do. Because no matter what they do here–even if they do everything right–they have to live with what came before and the chaos of construction here that is still to come.
People around here hate developers. It’s that simple. No matter how many good things Related WestPac president Pat Smith does, there are those who live here who will still hate him merely because he’s a developer–and because of what he inherited. Pat Smith is the custodian of the soul of a town that has spent the better part of the recent past in development hell.
Continue Reading August 14th, 2007
BASALT, COLORADO–They came in peace but they left in a Prius.
At the Peace Ranch parking lot here Saturday night, one Prius after another was stacked up and ready for lift-off, like so many carbonizers at the Indianapolis 500. The Priuses in question–is that the plural of Prius?–were shiny, new, and righteous, for they were ready to transport the thousands of people who wended their way to one of the more remote corners of Basalt for the RMI:25 celebration of the Rocky Mountain Institute, the “think and do tank” so green it leaves rivals green with envy. And what better place for a hybrid than a hoe-down where the back-patting for what RMI has wrought was nothing less than thunderous?
Like one of those old Republican conferences on family values, the RMI celebration would drive those on the other side of the debate absolutely bonkers.
Continue Reading August 13th, 2007
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