One of Lidia's friends owns this club and they have a HUGE, red pool table. Which I lost on severely. Wine + Gin & Tonic = very bad pool game. (*don't worry dad, I'm not becoming an alcoholic...yet...)
The girl next to me, Eva, was a professional pool player who now works for a production company putting on events like the Rolling Stones and Backstreet Boys (but not together) :) ~ Her boyfriend we will just call "Crazy Todd"
The silence of the desert is punctuated alternately by crickets and wild dogs in the distance. The moon almost reflects on the red dirt and the gum trees are transformed into silver fountains. The simplicity of fully being present in the moment is sharply contrasted with the gross injustice surrounding this most sacred centre of Australia. Should I make a list? 1. there is no money for housing at Mutujulu (the Aboriginal community here), but the Park service just built a 2o million (that's right- twenty million) dollar "viewing" platform for tourists. 2. the children of Mutujulu are not "allowed" to have a pool, because of expense and water... um, but at Yulara (the tourist resorts on the "other" side of the rock) every hotel and campground has a pool. 3. the only store in Mutujulu is run by non-indigenous people and the prices are exorbitant. I could take up pages and pages to list what is unfair, unjust, violent and how much the government ...
We packed up the Troupie and were off before Mother Sun reached her highest point, the day promised to be a scorcher. After an hour we left the main road heading towards Alice Springs, though without Uncle Bob as a guide, we surely would have missed the slight break in the grass and the almost invisible red road snaking off through the scrub brush. We came to a copse of unusual variation and we spotted wild emu and two kangaroo, though I doubt the different trees were out of the ordinary to these native inhabitants. Our modern beast was entering a surface world largely untouched by time, but a landscape immersed in tragedy. As the road became rougher and the washouts forced us through untrodden Bush we would alternately slow to a crawl through the spinifex or go almost gangbusters through the soft sand. If you stop in the soft sand, you stay stopped. After a most harrowing moment where the truck stalled on a jagged ravine inches from a 6 foot drop we ...
Watch "Beyond Coal", and the next episode is in Asheville: Asheville Beyond Coal | Beyond Coal Thank you, Sierra Club, for the following information: Mining our Mountains In Appalachia, mining companies literally blow the tops off mountains to reach thin seams of coal. They then dump millions of tons of rubble and toxic waste into the streams and valleys below the mining sites. This destructive practice, known as mountaintop-removal mining, has damaged or destroyed nearly 2,000 miles of streams and threatens to destroy 1.4 million acres of mountaintops and forests by 2020. The mining poisons drinking water, destroys beautiful, biodiverse forests and wildlife habitat, increases the risk of flooding, and wipes out entire communities. Who Gets Hurt Mountaintop-removal mining pollutes waterways and allows toxic heavy metals such as cadmium, selenium, and arsenic to leach into local water supplies that Appalachia's people rely on. But the danger isn't limited to dri...
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