Does 24 Have a Political Responsibility
A recent piece at Buddytv.com asked ‘Has 24 become too preachy?’, perhaps a better question is “Is 24 enough?” Ever since 24 debuted it has been decried for its handling of ethnic stereotypes, particularly those of the middle eastern descent. Is 24 just getting it wrong? Is the public too critical of 24? Or is 24 actually hitting it on the head?Unfortunately in times like this, people exist with the feeling that there is danger lurking around every corner. Jack Bauer and his 24 cohorts are perfect heroes for this paranoid age. An age of suitcase nukes, biological weapons, and dirty bombs. Taking this into consideration

Life Artistry: Painting Your Future Portrait
Somebody once said that it’s easier to live your life if you are living in the present moment instead of living in the past or the future. Wouldn’t it make our lives even easier if we use the present moment to create our desires right now? Instead of seeing that what we want is coming in the future, we can choose see that what we want is right here right now. This is a key step in the creation process.Sitting in the present moment and seeing what we want is the easy part. The hard parts are figuring out what we want to create and seeing that we have access to it right now. It takes great focus and determination to do thi

Using Indian Clubs For Healthy Shoulders
The ancient art of swinging Indian clubs is making a small comeback. What used to be a staple of physical training in the late 1800's and early 1900's, all but disappeared in this country until a few years ago.If you were to take a look inside a turn of the century gymnasium, you would not find all the fancy equipment of today's health clubs. Instead, you would find gymnastics equipment, barbells, dumbbells, and Indian clubs. Simple, yet effective equipment.Widely used in India and Iran for centuries, they were seen by British soldiers in the 1800's and brought back to Europe, eventually making their way to America.darkness of the high desert, my thoughts had been only of how quickly I could unpack my sleeping bag and crawl in. Now as I peered out of the window, it became apparent that I was in a quadrille, the famous architectural style of squares-within-a-square that is a hallmark of the former Spanish Colonial Empire from California to South America. My "room" consisted of a small shack, which with a series of other small, straw-thatched, adobe huts, defined the walls around a central courtyard paved with flagstones. There was no heat source, and thus my morning dressing routine required only that I emerge from my sleeping bag, it having been too cold to consider removing my several layers of clothing the previous night.

The courtyard upon which I gazed had been the home of a Polish mining engineer who came to seek his fortune in the fabled land of the Inca, drawn, as many

style of squares-within-a-square that is a hallmark of the former Spanish Colonial Empire from California to South America. My "room" consisted of a small shack, which with a series of other small, straw-thatched, adobe huts, defined the walls around a central courtyard paved with flagstones. There was no heat source, and thus my morning dressing routine required only that I emerge from my sleeping bag, it having been too cold to consider removing my several layers of clothing the previous night.

The courtyard upon which I gazed had been the home of a Polish mining engineer who came to seek his fortune in the fabled land of the Inca, drawn, as many

huts, defined the walls around a central courtyard paved with flagstones. There was no heat source, and thus my morning dressing routine required only that I emerge from my sleeping bag, it having been too cold to consider removing my several layers of clothing the previous night.

The courtyard upon which I gazed had been the home of a Polish mining engineer who came to seek his fortune in the fabled land of the Inca, drawn, as many

r removing my several layers of clothing the previous night.

The courtyard upon which I gazed had been the home of a Polish mining engineer who came to seek his fortune in the fabled land of the Inca, drawn, as many before him, by stories of fabulous wealth. The first reports of silver to reach the Spanish Colonial authorities came from a Spanish priest in 1537, although the Inca had undoubtedly extracted the precious metal for their own use before that. I had also come to seek my fortune in this place, not by extracting tons of silver ore, but by unraveling the geological history as a subject of thesis research. In fact, I was living my dream of working as an exploration geologist amid remote, rugged surroundings, as the only Norteamericano for a hundred, and probably three hundred, miles.

I exited the courtyard through a low wooden door that represented the only means of egress, and found myself on a narrow, cobblestone street bounded by the adobe walls of other quadrilles. The stygian darkness that accompanied my arrival the previous night had concealed the size of the tow