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Jul.07.2010
High on a redwood-flanked ridge top overlooking nearly all of Monterey Bay and Santa Cruz county, Mt. Madonna School and Conference Center are hosting a Chautauqua on learning and leadership.  There is a palpable sense of inquiry, positive regard and respect for what is possible.    "How do...
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Jul.06.2010
I I'm not where I was yesterday. This is a condition to be wished, believe me.  I left home and wandered off to the northeast a bit and found myself in the company of people who are thinking about deep stuff high on a mountain top.  And they're not getting paid to do it.  As a matter of fact, they'...
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Jul.05.2010
In martial arts movies, darting ninjas throw flying spiked disks that fwwwwwoooonngggg into wooden posts right next to the hero's head, mere inches away.  Kicks and blows are countered in a blinding flurries, left, right, left, right!  Whack, whack, whack!  Haaaaiiii Yaaaaaa!  No ground is given...
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Jul.04.2010
It's difficult to remember a prettier day than today has been for the Fourth of July in Pacific Grove.  With the merest hint of a cool breeze nudging my wind chime, the day is idling quietly by.  A few hours ago, we celebrated Independence Day along with our fellow townspeople the way we do here...
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Jul.03.2010
I woke up feeling rested today, optimistic, and my mood was matched by the sunlight beaming into the bedroom.  Sunlight, which is different than foglight because it includes warmth and throws shadows, filled all the corners of the room.  I thought of the summer mornings when I was small, how the...
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Jul.02.2010
I think my heart rate has gone up.  I might need to see a doctor, but I'll only go if there's a TV showing the Tour de France in the exam room.  I don't want to miss a day of it.  I've been hooked on the Tour since the days when Eddy Merckx was cannibalizing his opponents on the high mountains of...
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Jun.30.2010
A friend of mine who emigrated here from Lebanon brought some fresh plums to me, straight from the tree in his garden.  They have an aroma of roses and sunlight.  When you bite into one, the juice runs down your arm and the flavors of sweet languid summer, songs sung on twilight porches, rope...
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Jun.29.2010
Heavy, dripping fog hid any sun around here for miles inland early this morning.  Swimming felt rough, a real challenge. Lots of bodies in the lanes creating circling currents induces fatigue more quickly.  But, we were all in the same tub, so to speak, and felt an esprit de corps I like about...
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Jun.27.2010
Ever wonder how to braise an apricot or chiffonade some basil?  Hey, what's the difference between aioli and mayonnaise anyway?      I drove to San Francisco's cool SoMa District today, curious to know the answers to those questions and more.  I'm a cooking show junkie, but even so, certain...
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Jun.24.2010
Summer has been cold in The Groove this week.  Birds are flying around wearing down booties and vests, and furry wildlife members of the community have not been willing to give up their winter coats just yet.  It's 55 degrees right now, the middle of the day, the middle of June.  I have an icicle...
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Jun.23.2010
I wandered in the backyard long ago, when I was very young, and sang out loud, lost in the inner realm of magic, song and aimless play.  I was cast adrift, on the loose, at the mercy of my changing moods and ideas.  Happy usually, preoccupied with dreams, oblivious at first to the bigger world.  ...
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Jun.22.2010
Right next to the organic mayonnaise, here on Aisle 3 in the beautiful, chi chi, zen-and-now ambience of Whole Foods, the beat is funky.  I am boogie-ing to music written in the studios and nightclubs of Motor City, now the rust belt of the country, where suffering and pain reaches down into the...
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Jun.21.2010
I stood in  the aisle of the cosmetics aisle at the local pharmacy with a familiar sense of dismay and uncertainty creeping over me.  I just wanted an eyeliner pencil - my last one fell apart - but, the face of a whole industry was staring critically at me as I gazed at it in return.   I noticed...
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Jun.21.2010
I stood in  the aisle of the cosmetics aisle at the local pharmacy with a familiar sense of dismay and uncertainty creeping over me.  I just wanted an eyeliner pencil - my last one fell apart - but, the face of a whole industry was staring critically at me as I gazed at it in return.   I noticed...
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Jun.19.2010
I keep seeing golfers everywhere and hearing about soccer scores and listening to bad news about BP.  I sat down to my computer to begin writing, hoping something interesting would emerge but nothing has.  I've deleted everything.  I want to delete BP.   Writing words down today makes me feel like...
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