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Pathways: A DCMF Review 2009 Edition (Dawson City Music Festival)

A journey always has a beginning and an end, a home and a destination. [http://isolation.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/100_3128.jpg] On most of the modern trips, there is a sound track that follows us every step of the way, whether it’s a few albums or the whistling wind through the trees with a few birds singing. The trip up to the Dawson City Music Festival is quite the journey that makes you feel like you have climbed up and down a mountain, or gone for a long stroll at an easy pace, or just...

An Urban Hermit?

An urban-hermit. Seems simple enough, right? I suppose the OED would have a definition along the lines of, "A loner living in a city environment who tends no......

Am I Wrong?

I read [this blog entry](http://www.rushkoff.com/2005/12/business-is-good.php) - written by Douglas Rushkoff, a mainstream journalist/writer, and it's made m......

Changesurfer.com

A few months ago, I came across a [website](http://www.changesurfer.com/eventhorizon/index.html) which expanded on the ideas found in the author's book [Citi......

In Search of My Sunshine

A few days to go until the New Year and before I even set down some new year's resolutions to accomplish, or even think about them for that matter, I feel be......

Why Conservative Women are So Appealing To Me

There is one thing in my life that frequently embarrasses, or would embarrass me if I ever were to admit it to anyone I know. I love young, conservative women. Even more accurate is that I love young, conservative business-women. Why is that embarrassing? Because I’m a left-leaning, socialist-anarchist, pro-choice, pro-gay, believe in the separation of church and state, and pretty much every other stereotype out there (except I don’t smoke marijuana or drink wine). You would think I’d be attr...

About Me - 2005 Version

In the beginning, there was me. And I stared up at the world and said nothing. I saw a hot nurse and said nothing. I sat on the floor in my house and stared at the television, stared at my mother folding laundry, stared at the dog running around, and said nothing. I watched people walk around on two feet, sit down on a couch, watched the dog run on all fours and lay down. I did not move. Until one day I moved from a sitting position, onto my hands and knees, and started moving around. There was...

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