Barabajagal; or, That Time Donovan Healed My Broken Arm

Lately I've been reminded of my love for the songs of Donovan. Whatever genre(s) you consider him to fall in, he's an outlier for me with his folkrockjazz/stonedpop/ meditatingmystical vibes. Yet several of his songs live permanently on my iPod. I even love 'I Love My Shirt.' Donovan also ticks a rare box in being a star who I met … Continue reading Barabajagal; or, That Time Donovan Healed My Broken Arm

Ration Yourself

...because no government is going to do it for you. Atmospheric carbon stands at 400 ppm, and all I can stand to think about is World War II. Four hundred parts per million of carbon in the atmosphere means we're screwed. California is already drying up. Thousands of refugees are driven from their homes due … Continue reading Ration Yourself