Tribute to the man who pushed me down the hill
I walked with him down a street in Helsinki on a sunny day in July, 2009. His name was Heikki Attila. He celebrated like a child because of me consenting
I walked with him down a street in Helsinki on a sunny day in July, 2009. His name was Heikki Attila. He celebrated like a child because of me consenting
Bright side of my carbon footprint, part 1 How does it feel to change 12 time-zones over night? That's flying from Burlington (VT) to Shanghai, China -- the other side
It amuses me to read statistics on global generation of waste – simply because the phrase "waste generation" is such an oxymoron! Generating or producing waste implies intention. It means