The Reluctant Mr. Clean

The smell hits first. As soon as the helicopter lifts off the ground in Venice, La.— 60 miles away from the BP oil spill—the pungent odor settles in the back of your throat and you can taste the toxic fumes. Once in view, the spill is a mélange of bizarre shapes: thick bands, ribbons, textured patches that look like hamburger patties, sheens that stretch to the horizon.

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Watsonville Faces Obesity Epidemic

Obesity is such a friendly word. It has a certain sophisticated aura about it that makes it seem less threatening than it really is. So let’s a call a spade a spade and a rose a rose, because by any other name … Kids in Watsonville are officially obese. In real life, they are fat. Not heavyset, not full-bodied, not horizontally tall. Thirty-six percent of the kids in Watsonville are fat, and that’s a real problem.

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The New 40: The Case For The 21-Hour Work Week

Just before leaving my last full-time teaching gig in 2005, I shot off an email to the head of the charter school organization for which I worked explaining that I was leaving my position as a humanities teacher because I felt the job had become completely unsustainable. I could no longer work the 10- to 12-hour days that it took to get all of the work done while remaining sane and healthy. I had no time for my relationships or for my own creative projects, much less for healthy living.

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Groundbreaking for Marine Sanctuary Center

Crowds will be gathering opposite Cowell Beach and the Municipal Wharf today for the groundbreaking ceremony for the National Marine Sanctuary Exploration Center, a project that has been in the works for the past five years. The $15 million project is a joint venture of the city and National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration.

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The Change I Wish To Be

Nearly nine years ago I was sitting in a terminal at Boston’s Logan Airport waiting for a flight to California. It was the first day of flights since they’d closed the place down on 9/11. I’ve never been an enthusiastic flier, but that day I was more than anxious. The broadcast images of destruction, the mug shots of terrorists: I was sure it would happen again. I was scared to death it would happen again. I’d left two kids at home in bed.

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