If a Manic Pixie Dream Girl were a corporation, she’d be Etsy. The offices are full of twee decorations, they all eat home-cooked lunch together, and apparently at the end of the day they load up their compostable trash on a cargo bike and haul it to an urban farm in Red Hook. If this were a Portlandia sketch, you’d think it was too unrealistic.
Rather than simply contract with a recycling firm, or hiring waste management consultants, ETSY's staff have decided to get their hands dirty -- collecting over 600 lbs of biodegradable waste and sending it to Red Hook Community Farm for composting.
NASA satellites might capture some amazing images of the Earth's surface, but they capture some incredibly depressing shots, too. On the left, above, is the Amazon rainforest as it existed in 1975 in Rondonia, a region in western Brazil. On the right is that same stretch of rainforest in 2012.
As MNN points out, it's encouraging that deforestation has slowed, but huge damage has already been done:
As a cyclist, sharing the road with cars is scary, for obvious reasons: They're gigantic metal objects moving fast enough to kill you. But as a driver, sharing the roads with cyclists is also kinda scary. Most drivers are good people who don't want to kill anyone while they're out doing errands, but they don't really understand the logic of how cyclists behave.
At the Guardian, Tom Richards has a simple suggestion to ameliorate this problem and to make the roads safer: Make sure that people driving cars on the road have had experience biking on the road, too.
Tour buses are basically synonymous with sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll, and also that scene in Almost Famous that guaranteed you've still got “Tiny Dancer” in your head. But now some bands are ditching buses altogether. It doesn't matter if you're just a guy with a guitar who wants to get up on that stage and sing your heart out or if you're a 10-piece band with the show to match -- you can pull off a whole tour minus the gas-guzzling groupie machine.
Ben Sollee and his band, for example, are on a Ditch the Van tour this summer -- they're biking from gig to gig, and hauling their gear, including drums and a cello, behind them.
Bryan Boyer and Dan Hill may be saints, sent down on high by the God of City Planning. They have come up with a tool that may actually make the process of improving a neighborhood less tedious, less difficult, and less prone to 10-hour-long community meetings in which everyone has to say what they think. It's not finished yet, but if Brickstarter, a crowdsourcing tool for community projects, does what it promises, starting a community garden or a co-working space may no longer take years off your life, both in time and in stress.
People can propose projects, with all the usual trappings of video pitches, text updates, funding goals, and deadlines. The big difference is that it is focused on projects run at a neighborhood level, to be conducted in public, and to be connected with civil services and bureaucracy.
For the pale-skinned among us, the ocean is one of the most dangerous places to be. There's no place to hide from the sun, and the water is so frickin’ reflective that even if that SPF 45 sunblock weren't being washed off by waves and spray, it wouldn't do much good anyway.
But for the fish, the ocean should be a safe place. At the very least, they shouldn't have to worry about the sun. However, we humans have made a gigantic hole in the ozone (remember that thing? Still there!), and part of that hole is over the ocean. With the increase in UV exposure, the ocean is no longer a place for fish to happily soak in the rays. Instead, like me, they have to worry about getting skin cancer.
When cyclists travel down U.S. Bike Route 66, heading west out of Texas and into New Mexico, they’ll come off the high plains and pass through Tucumcari and Santa Rosa, then head north to Las Vegas -- not the Vegas in Nevada, but the one that was big in the 19th century, when the Santa Fe trail passed through and the hot springs were a draw. From there, they’ll head into the Rocky Mountains, pedaling past Pecos, where they’ll find the ruin of a pueblo relinquished 200 years ago. At Glorieta Pass, they’ll pass the site of a Civil War battle, one of the most important in the western states, where the Union army pushed the Confederates back into Texas. Then they’ll roll into Santa Fe, where they can spend the night in one of the old motor lodge hotels, now restored, from the glory days of Route 66, a road that drew out the dream of getting into a car and driving west.
U.S. Bike Route 66 doesn’t exist quite yet. Like the old Route 66, Bike Route 66 is more an idea right now than a reality. But while the old road, which was decommissioned in 1985, has disappeared under Interstate 40 in some parts and beneath overgrown fields in others, the new bike route is being mapped now, on top of the old route and the newer interstate.
Bike Route 66, which will stretch from Chicago to Los Angeles, is part of the first big push to establish official national bike routes, the cycling equivalent of interstate highways. The project has been in the works for two years already, and it will be at least two years more before their work is done -- the product of touring societies, volunteer cyclists, state transportation coordinators, local city officials, cartographers, and the nonprofit Adventure Cycling Association, which creates some of the best maps for long-distance cycling in the country.
Until this morning, Grist List had not come across Erica Strauss or her work. But we wish we had. We wish we knew her. In fact, we wish she would have dinner with us (she’d have to cook though). Because she is not only a professionally trained chef, suburban homesteader, and blogger, she is the author of the best fucking rant about healthy eating and all the bullshit surrounding it that we have ever read.
I know you. We have a lot in common. You have been doing some reading and now you are pretty sure everything in the grocery store and your kitchen cupboards is going to kill you.
This is Life After Your Healthy Eating Internet Education (or, for the less web-savvy, possibly Life After Dr. Oz). It's a problem similar to I'm Feeling A Little Sick And I Looked Up My Symptoms On The Internet And OMG I'M GOING TO DIE.
That really skinny old scientist dude says anything from an animal will give you cancer. But a super-ripped 60 year old with a best-selling diet book says eat more butter with your crispy T-Bone and you’ll be just fine as long as you stay away from grains. Great abs beat out the PhD so you end up hanging out on a forum where everyone eats green apples and red meat and talks about how functional and badass parkour is.
If you've ever tried to figure out what's right to eat, you've been through this. The answer, always, is either “ridiculous amounts of everything that includes the nutrient du jour, to the point where you would literally have to be eating every second to get sufficient riboflavin or what have you,” or “NOTHING, EVER.”
Soon you learn that even vegetables are trying to kill you. Many are completely out unless they are pre-fermented with live cultures in a specialized $79 imported pickling crock. The only thing you are sure of is kale …