I was watching this haunting film a few days ago, but I wasn’t able to finish it. After fast-forwarding through Foster’s self-fantasizing intro, I was finally enthralled by the cold, stark images, the dark waters, the lurkers, the jellyfish.
The cinematography was absolutely absorbing. The moral was missing.
SPOILER ALERT:
I shut off after the filmmaker let his octopus friend lose her arm to the sharks. Foster says he had to let nature take its course. He had to…as if anyone would get angry with him for shooing away a shark…
It’s the age old question: what is the record…
Today I was unflinchingly inoculated against the Flu and several other infectious diseases. The incredibility of this situation may not be obvious, but with a little history, I think you’ll be just as amazed as I was.
My earliest memory of getting vaccinated took place in a large room where I sat in my mother’s arms and she rocked me back and forth. She held me in a vice grip, suffocating me against her chest, while the doctor injected me and she sang the ABC’s in a shaky, breathy voice. …
I found out about Aaron Hicklin’s Desert Island Bookshelf quite a few years ago, right about the time I was headed out on the road for a climbing trip. The idea is to only keep the books you could not live without, but if you’re a bibliophile…that’s all of them. I only really had the space for ten books in my van, so I was able to take the advice.
When my partner and I set out towards Montana, we thought we had packed everything so proficiently and securely, but it was a matter of minutes before we heard rumbling…
You are about to read seven tenants of The Satanic Temple. A set of rules for how one must govern themselves should they choose to join this unusual church. CAUTION: THESE MAY SHOCK YOU!
One should strive to act with compassion and empathy towards all creatures in accordance with reason.
The struggle for justice is an ongoing and necessary pursuit that should prevail over laws and institutions.
One’s body is inviolable, subject to one’s own will alone.
The freedoms of others should be respected, including the freedom to offend.
To willfully and unjustly encroach upon the freedoms of another is…
In the wake of all the “What I eat in a Day” videos on YouTube, I figured I would be straight up with the public about my own staples, treats, and dirty little secrets. Plus, it’s kind of fun to peer into the fridge and think critically about what I’m putting into my body.
So first things first, I want to talk about what I was eating about three years ago, when I was still a fresh little cabbage patch kid. …
What has been the hardest item in your home to let go of, even when you know it’s no longer serving you?
How many of us have piles of Christmas Cards stashed away in a drawer right now? The holidays have wound down and we finally must come to terms with the fact we have to take down our decorations. Except even as I am sweeping away the last cookie crumbs and sparkly tinsel, I can’t help but feel like my space is just not clean.
Every nook and cranny of my house is over-flowing, and I’m starting to panic…
We all have those wolves in our families, the ones who wait until the debate is high and the gravy is flowing, and then just when things get interesting, they come in for the buzzkill. Whether it’s your slightly bigoted elders, your crazy vegan sisters, or your overbearing in-laws, it seems that the holidays become their hunting ground.
I am guilty of being the wolf in reindeer’s clothing. There I’d be, stress eating the garlic stuffed olives, while everyone is sharing about their experiences on the paleo diet, and I just can’t contain myself. …
You may have watched some YouTuber eating 50 bananas a day, or 12 heads of lettuce, or 2 697 mangoes in one sitting, and you thought, vegans must be out of their freaking minds. There’s no shame in it. We’ve all seen those people that take “trendy” diets too far.
When I was introduced to veganism seven years ago by two of my close friends, I had no other real influences. I tried to be respectful of them, but it seemed totally unrealistic to drop my favorite foods just to spare a few cows and chickens. To me, I was…
It occurred to me this morning that I have not been cleaning behind my ears. Strange, I know, after all those years of hearing my mom’s famous phrase. Yet now, this very morning as I was drinking my coffee, I finally understood what she meant. We needn’t be concerned with the little folds of skin under our earlobes, but with the folds of grey matter between our ears.
How do you clean out your thoughts? It’s not a conventional process of dumping the nasty green ideas and replacing them with shiny new ones. That’s wasteful, and no mother alive would…
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