Laughing and crying…

Living and dying—such is the “Circle of Life.” One of the (many) things I love about life in the Catskills is the intimate connection one feels with the world around us, a connection that is easier (far from the honking horns) to see, hear, touch and feel as I traverse the land in search of artistic enlightenment.

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A summer of highs and lows

The “Catfish” poster is black with a red splatter resembling a fish. A pixellated mouse hovers over “Catfish” with “Don’t let anyone tell you what it is” underneath. The trailer and poster hit the internet last Friday afternoon.

My eyes catch it immediately Saturday morning upon arriving on the basement level of the 19th Street Loews Theater on Broadway in New York City. I’m here to see “Salt” with Emily and it’s the first time I’ve seen a poster for a film that I have edited hanging here. It’s a bit of a watershed moment for me, and I recognize it as such, letting it wash over my senses.

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Home-grown tomatoes

By MICHELLE SANDS

Five years ago when our son-in-law was in Iraq, I began to realize how much of our lives depend on oil. We bought a Prius; my husband read “Collapse,” and life—petroleum-based life—went on. Earth Day, three years ago at a Quaker Institute for the Future, when challenged to see “the light” in everyone, I grasped why Dick Cheney was protecting the “non-negotiable” “American way of life.” Antifreeze, aspirin, and anesthetics; fishing rods, fertilizers and football helmets; refrigerators, rayon and iPods are a few petroleum-based products that most of us would hate to give up.

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