I am grateful for: Blue Plate restaurant in SF – yummy Americana Comfort food with local and organic sensibilities. Mmmmmmmmm. Also they are serving Four Barrel espresso, and the macchiato I had was BEATNIK PIRATE GOOD. Like you knew it was going to be good because people talk about it all the time, and then [...]

Exploring the connection between love and the significance of a life.

Al Gore is my Jesus, my Ghandi, my Buddah, my Allah, my last hope.

“Do you feel like you woke up this morning as one man and that by lunch time you were another.” – yes exactly like that. I mean, every moment since has been like a series of new men, growing, changing, awaking into someone else – like someone I was meant to become.

More and more I am convinced that all of life is about learning how to live with this amazingly heavy and inspiring responsibility.

Who would have thought baby making was such a big deal?

But something has furthered this feeling of global citizenry during my last trip and reinforced today. I know that part of it is because of the technologies involved in both travel and communication and how easy it is to move both your body and your communications around the globe.

The last time I was in Kyiv, I was treated to winter. This time I am here as winter turns to spring, and more than any other part of the year in seasonal places I love this moment. The moment when out from under the cold and often dark tones of winter peeks the most tender moments in nature.

I recently came across some of the new photos of Abu Ghraib prisoners. I found myself thinking – I know that there are good people out there who are supportive of our current leadership, but I cant help but feeling that these people are truly not paying attention at a common sense level.

V-Day 2006: Until the Violence Stops. I was given the privilege to be part of the cast of “The Vagina Monologues” by Eve Ensler, presented on the campus of the University of Utah last night and benefiting programs for the prevention of violence against women and girls here in Utah. Although I have seen the Vagina Monologues 3 or 4 times previously, it was incredibly moving to be part of the cast representing women of different ages from diverse backgrounds and experiences. This experience moved me to post on DS after a long absence.

my holiday letter that i couldn’t get in the mail on time Mucho love to all.

I had to re-post this list. Love DOES make a marriage.

I am doing the recap of our adventures in installments. I will republish it all as one peice when finished, but for those of you on the edge of your seats, I figured I would give it to you as I finish it in amidst the business of being back.

Tonight I had a vision. I’m one who acts out their vision. I’ve decided that starting next Monday I will walk to work. I will retire my car. I will retire using oil. I can survive without oil. Can you? I will contact the LA Times. I will tell them what I’m doing. I want [...]

I’m sure I’m not the only one watching this horrible disaster unfold. What we are seeing is unprecedented in modern American history. Help me restore my faith in humanity.

It’s about rivers and dams. Powell Reservoir, known by its fans as “Lake Powell” and its enemies as “Lake Foul.” It’s the lake that drowned Glen Canyon on the Colorado River above the GC National Park, Glen Canyon, “the Place that No One Knew.”

I am on a little bit of a journey this weekend, here in exotic Arizona. This weekend I am going to visit my sick and dieing father who I have been moderately to completely estranged to for the past 10 years…

So how do I categorize this first blog of my life, in Love, Truth, Beauty, Goodness, Politics?

So here is a new and shining soul and what world shall I give her? What, when I turn towards this precious being will I be saying with my life? I am reminded of a mountain top experience when sitting alone at night in a redwood forest I heard my name spoken.

Time moves geologically across our hearts and minds, our physical existence weathering choices and experience. We rise and fall in our individual eternities