• Listener in the Rye

    In the middle of his Sunday breakfast, or so it seemed from my voicemail box, Larry Littlebird called to thank me for some eggs I’d gifted him. A dozen distinct shades somewhere between turquoise and latte, "They were SO delicious and SO beautiful," he quaked. "I almost couldn't let go of the cracked shells!" Yesterday, when we had a chance to chat, he’d read my post about art and hunting. “If they know how to bless, hunters ARE artists,” he explained, “and artists ARE hunters as long as they don’t bow to the pressures of the market. Markets cloud perceptions.” This made sense from a man who often smells his prey before seeing it, who asks you to listen with your feet, and who suggests that we all can hear quite clearly with our hearts.

    And it made extra-special sense in the wake of J. D. Salinger’s death. Underscoring this theme of “artist as in-tune observer” Adam Gopnik this week in “The New Yorker” rightly concludes, “It was Salinger’s readiness to be touched, and to be touching, his hypersensitivity to the smallest sounds and graces of life. . . .Writing, real writing, is done not from some seat of fussy moral judgment but with the eye and ear and heart.”


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The final frontier.

These are the musings of an engaging enterprise.
Its thirty-year mission:

To create a greener planet.

To seek a better life in our lumbering civilization, and

to slowly go where we are all are headed anyway.


Is an unproven system for generating wide-spread sustainability.

it asks for 10 minutes a day for a year. At the end of the year, it asks for 10 more.

So in the second year, you spend just 20 minutes a day, in the third year, 30 minutes.

If you keep up this pattern, 27 years later you spend over 4 hours per day being extremely green.

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