I have to say, this story has sure played out at my house, where my bride lovingly (I hope) refers to me, in moments of teasing (I hope), as "Mr. Conserver Man" for what she considers to be an excessive devotion to making the electric meter spin more slowly and for my habit of figuring out ways to avoid using the car. But the 100w incandescent in her bedside lamp says that I'm at least smart enough to know when to quit: Fluorescent Bulbs Are Known to Zap Domestic Tranquillity Energy-Savers a Turnoff for Wives NESKOWIN, Ore. -- Alex and …
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Amory Lovins’ high-tech home skimps on energy but not on comfort
This little fox loves transit. Should we tell him he just missed his stop?
Millions alive today would have to die before the paleo diet could take over
Lay off the almond milk, you ignorant hipsters
Easy tip for biking in a skirt: Put a penny in yo’ pants