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Volume 2, Issue 3, June/July 2006

   
 

INTERVIEW
It Takes a Universe
A visit with noted 'ecologian' Thomas Berry
, by John Lane and Thomas Rain Crowe

"I'm not convinced that children are all that happy with the gadgetry that they have these days that pretty much takes the place of experiences in nature. Rooms full of gadgets. They may be occupied, but not necessarily happy.

 

 

The House My Dad Built is Being Destroyed, by Brenda Mutter Urias

"The mountains that surround our home have been torn apart by the blasting and big machines of strip-mining operations. The blasting has begun to takes it toll. The little house my dad built isn't as sturdy as it was just a year ago..."

 

Label-Conscious Shopping, by Bobbi Buchanan

Shopping takes me a lot longer now that I search for labels. I'm not talking Gucci or Reebok. The labels I look for are "Made in the USA" or, better yet, made in the state where I live, or right in my own community.

 

THE LOCAL SOLUTION
Communities shift support to neighborhood businesses and local resources for stability in an unstable world, by Bobbi Buchanan and Thomas Crowe

Ole-timey music streams from the tent at Jackson County's tailgate market. The shrill whine of the fiddle against the rapid-fire tempo of guitar strings makes a fitting backdrop for the business of banter and barter taking place at each tailgate station.

 

 

6 Ways to Ditch Oil-Dependency and Promote a Local Economy

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COMMENTARY

The Ugly Truth Behind My Adorable Neighborhood Coffeeshop, by Cyn Kitchen

They sell consumers the idea that dark is best because they know coffee roasted to a lower temperature doesn’t hold its flavor as long, can’t sit on the shelf as long and will ultimately generate more waste. And what you’ve heard about dark coffee packing more caffeine? Lies. All lies.  

 

 

A Labyrinth of Shoes: Art exhibit spawns thoughts on community

Bryant Holsenbeck, who salvages everything from bottle caps to discarded credit cards to make art, used the recycled shoes to teach the students about the three-circuit classical labyrinth, a symbol of historical significance.

POETRY
Laurel County and Harlan County by Kate Buckley

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BOOK REVIEW
Clover's Log, by Sherry Chandler

In Clover's Log, Steven R. Cope deals with both the stereotype and the archetype of the Kentucky mountaineer. Clover seems kin to the Native American Coyote, a trickster, a holy fool, one who is often tripped up by his own mischief, as we are tripped up by Cope's tricky poetic line.

 

Nancy Gall-Clayton's activism comes out in her literary work

At age 50, Nancy Gall-Clayton needed to free up more time for writing. She wanted to pursue playwriting, but her career, motherhood and the little things in life — coloring and styling her hair, for example — kept her busy. So Gall-Clayton cut her dyed brown curls in favor of a short, naturally gray style. Then she ended her law career.

 

Stay Cool with Summer Harvest Recipes, by Verna Austen

What is better than a harvest plate of sliced tomatoes sprinkled liberally with salt and freshly ground black pepper, and eaten with juices running down one's arms? Or a zucchini, thinly sliced and gently sautéed in olive oil, then sprinkled with a dash of balsamic vinegar?

 

 

Two Delicious Asian Beef Recipes and the Perfect Summer Dessert, by Heather T. Shaw

Keep your kitchen cool and slap some Korean bulgogi — marinated, thinly sliced flank steak — on the grill. Enjoy this popular, quick meal wrapped in cool lettuce leaves and eaten out of hand. Or use your wok to mix up a batch of sesame beef with asparagus, served with inexpensive ramen noodles.

 

 

The Caterpillar Cue, Colleen Wells

I was riding shot-gun in my husband Rick's van with the window open when a butterfly bounced off the roof and landed on my leg, leaving a trail of pale yellow mucous. I squirmed at the sight and picked up the dead insect. In the split second I held it before flinging it out the window, I noticed that its brown and orange wings were warm and soft like velvet.

 

 

 

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