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Turns out, the bastards have something to say about climate change
By Reilly Capps
The eucalyptus trees of northern California give the place an elegant, dilapidated charm. They rise high from the ground quickly but then seem to run out of steam, looping back toward the Earth in a graceful swoop. These ones below are from Golden Gate National Recreation Area, just north of San Francisco, where I camp.
And camping on Angel Island, in the nearby San Francisco bay, the eucalyptus ...
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Is collaborative consumption communist?
By Reilly Capps
I worry what the neighbors will think. And so reading a book called "What's Mine is Yours" in public is terrifying, on account of the fact that I don't want people to think I'm a communist.
The point of the book is that, in the future, we will own many more things collectively, sort of like they did in Russia. So I jettisoned the bright shiny dust jacket and covered up the spine with a copy of "Juggs."
But don't worry! I'm no ...