Off the Grid in Minneapolis

This picture pretty much sums up my life in my house. A fridge serving as a notepad, in front of a window surrounded by cheap eighties panel...

In the eleven days leading up to the equinox, we in Minneapolis broke high temperature records eight of those days, missing by just a few de...

Seventy-seven degrees today, maybe. It's supposed to be 70 all week. If that is the case, we here in Minneapolis are going to break or t...

I've written about 40,000 words, the last seven days, of a novel that popped into my head about two weeks ago. I've rarely written f...

Most of my readers are probably well versed in Peak Oil. I always smile somewhat sadly, when I hear someone call something the defining issu...

I was raised an Evangelical Christian by my mother. I gave my life to Christ when I was eight, or I played like I did. I remember the day cl...

Coming home last Monday after spending time with my beloved niece and nephew, I read my last post and was taken aback by the anger of it. Wh...

As I was prowling Huffpost as I sometimes do, I found this quote from Dan Agin, in a book review, “Quantum physics...would be nothing but an...

If the original definition of the word Apocalypse is "the removal of the veil", then I would argue we are in fact in the midst of ...

Last Friday, I turned on the radio to NPR, and heard CNN anchor Wolf Blitzer asking Newt Gingrich about the Moon. It was a repeat of that Th...