Hoedown at Pie Ranch

When I first walk into the barn, I meet a mass of bodies holding hands and reeling from one end of the hay-strewn wooden floor to the other as it spirals towards the center of the room. A blonde little girl in pint-sized cowboy boots tugs a tall, young bearded man—a farmer, judging by his boots—along, laughing. The train thunders like a summer storm, and although I am only 20 miles outside of town, I feel like I’ve traveled back in time with the dozens of other folks lined up shoulder-to-shoulder under the canopy of twinkle lights.

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La Vie En Prose

We make our own lives out of words from the stories we tell ourselves and rarely realize our own good fortune.  To understand, we need to see words that describe another’s life and fortune, to see that life from within after having seen it from afar.

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Tsunami Panic And The Missing Media

At 3:30am on the morning of March 11, Reyna Ruiz was awakened by a knock on her door. It was her neighbor, warning her that a tsunami was headed toward Santa Cruz. Ruiz is the director of the Beach Flats Community Center, which serves a neighborhood of 1,068 residents, 82 percent of them Spanish-speakers and 40 percent monolingual, according to 2000 census figures. All over Beach Flats, people had begun getting phone calls from family members beginning at 1am. “By 5:30,” Ruiz said, “everyone had left.”

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Deposit Security

In the minds of most renters, interior design is the Eden-like province of homeowners. Time and again, the looming threat of losing one’s security deposit keeps tenants in the live-in equivalent of a hospital room—white walls, sterile décor, few or no design elements whatsoever and a TV in the corner.  But it doesn’t have to be this way. There are some cheap and easy methods of basic design that can ameliorate Ugly Rental Syndrome.

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Santa Cruz Catches A Buzz

Palika Benton shows off honeycomb from her hive during a workshop. Photo by Chip Scheuer.

I’m wearing a white full-body canvas suit with a net veil zipped to it, arm-length leather gloves and a mesh pith helmet the same shape as the ones British colonists wore in tropical climates. That last item feels particularly appropriate, since I’m with a group similarly outfitted and getting ready to descend on some potentially hostile colonies.

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