Friday, October 22, 2010
Environment
Friday, October 15, 2010
Technology
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Why I Am Not Going To Buy A Computer
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Al Gore's "Inconvenient Truth" Movie: Fact or Hype?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Place Portraits
We buckle in for a typical Saturday “mystery machine” journey. We come to the opening of the marina, it is a well-hidden road off the street, and it could be easily missed if you were not looking. The road slopes downward as you pass through trees; you come across many nautical houses. Next you loop around right as you come upon the entrance. To the left there is a big blue house; the owner is also the owner of the marina. Just past the house you come across the water, the docks jet out like fingers off the shore, there are many different boats attached to these docks. Our boat lies in the middle, the teal glistens off the water. Across the river is an adjacent marina, which contains bigger more magnificent boats than what lie in out little marina. Above us is a train track, each day around the same time the train races through dusting the entire place with a thin layer of soot. As you get past the docks there is a small waterfall leading into a well tucked into the side of the hill, it is overgrown. Completely taken over by foliage. As a child I uses to think there lived a mermaid in the bottom of the well. When it got stormy water would race though the falls. On the hot summer days we would set up a pool in the grassy cove between the boat and the hill. My sister and I would play for hours enjoying the summer air. The place was separate from the rest of the world when you were down there. You didn’t feel the chaos of everyday life, you felt relaxed and at ease. Time stood still when you were in the marina; the parents were worry free and could have fun. The river seamed to be a blue green in color, and the water rippled out when something hit the water or passed through. Even in the winter the marina was magnificent. Everything was a shade of white instead of its usual green and blue color. The river turned to ice and stood still even when we touched it. The daring would even ice-skate on the river, but we were not one of them. There skates would make marks in the ice where come spring there would again be ripples in their place. The marina was filled with sounds of squawking seagulls, motors running, children laughing, bottle caps being popped and the foghorns of the boats. The familiar smell of gas filled the air along with water, like when the hose is first turned on, and cooking on the grill. It is a wonderful place where you felt separated from the rest of the world and wished you could stay there for the rest of your life.