Ideal Bite

Here in Park City, Utah, where the Sundance Film Festival is overrunning the tiny resort village, I've had ample opportunity to contemplate my feet. I walk the little streets, staring down at my toes, hoping not to slip in the snow or step on some entitled celeb's toes.  The dry, desert mountain air, combined with the cold, is pretty much desiccating every square inch of my skin, and I have to admit, the mini bottles of weak lotion at the hotel do almost nothing to help.  Oh, what I wouldn't give to have brought my TerraNova foot cream...

Mainly, though, I've been contemplating my feet in order to avoid looking at the creepy amounts of fur that seem to be overrunning this place.  I've never seen such a wanton display of "F^*k you, I'll wear whatever I want, regardless of how it is created."  Never.  It's horrifying.

And it's just - quite simply - bizarre. 

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Years ago, I lived in an English dorm that was not only modeled after a Swedish prison, but also built on top of a former graveyard. In truth, the prison part is what kinda got to me (you try sleeping on a wafer-thin sheet of foam glued to a sturdy board for a year). The graveyard bit, well...I won't say I didn't have the occasional vision of Jacob Marley floating through my wall, but If you take a look at some of the oldest graveyards in the world, you realize that ultimately, most gravestones wear away, break up, get covered over by vines and roots...and prison-like dormitories. In the end, you can't preserve death, only the memory of life, and that can happen whether you plant someone in the ground like a tree or in a marble tomb.

-Jenifer Morgan...off to bury a hatchet...

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I LOVE bathing.  Love it.  Love it.  Love it.

Of course, somehow, I often find myself unshowered at 4 pm, after a day of laptop-ing from 6 AM onward (where I generally realize I haven't eaten or brushed my teeth)...

Those days, I tend to spend my bathroom time truly BATHING (terribly un-eco of me)... taking time out, relaxing, breathing, taking a pause to halt my day and reconnect with what matters.  And what I realize in those precious, steam-filled moments is that my best enviro tip ideas percolate while I marinate, so I tend to view it as a net positive eco-experience.

Give it a try - take a bath, and see what great ideas rise in the steam and bubbles.

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This past weekend was like summer here in NYC, so I spent most of my days outside, using my new favorite green product: Lavera's Sun 15 SPF Sensitiv. OMG, I love this product. It smells great, is all natural, and it really works (and no, Biters, we DON'T get paid to rave about these things).

And here's the fun part: I know it really works, because I did an unplanned product test. I slapped some sunscreen on my back before heading into my garden yesterday and spent about 5 hours in the crazy sun.

However, as Gumby-like as I can be, I managed to miss a triangle shaped area in the center of my back.

I know that it's triangle shaped for a reason: it's the color of a red brick building. Kind of pretty, really, but not the look I was going for.

The rest of me (where I could put the Lavera) just has a healthy glow.

Go all-natural sunscreen!

-Heather... off to

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I hate that even today "green" still hast to fight the stigma of being inferior, costly and/or producing stink... ie: those folks that don't shower to save water, or what-have-you.

On top of this, I sweat.  I don't perspire.  Perspiring is for princesses, and although I have three friends that think I have princess qualities (I don't really), I don't perspire, I sweat like a pig.  And it is not clean smelling, I have to tell ya... it is that stinky "stress sweat."  The kind that stains your white tanks yellow. 

So, I am the ultimate tester for eco-deodorants... and a-testing I have been (sorry Cricket for those days where it didn't really turn out so well).  As the tip says, ALBA worked as well as my paraben-filled Secret, and the others that we listed I can wear on non-stressed, non-hot days.  I actually have taken to using the Miessence organic one before going to bed,

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There is just something hot about a man shaving with a straight razor.  Makes me weak in the knees, I tell you.  I don’t know if it is the imminent danger, or the deft hand that is required not to kill oneself… all I know is that a guy shaving with a straight razor is completely swoon-worthy.

In the end, I think it might come down to biology – I might just want the masculine, viral guy.  As I said to a friend a few weeks back (about a truly lovely guy I had dated): “He’s just too pretty for me.  He’s never going to be able to run up a hill, start a fire, and kill something.”  (Of course, the pretty guy would be able to buy me perfect shoes, so I guess it’s a trade-off).

In the end, there’s really not a lot of call in my current life for the guy who can run up a hill and kill something. 

But I wouldn’t say no to the dude shaving with a straight

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If you are completely zen in your yogic comfort with death, or, like Shirley MacLain, think you have a lot more lives to live... well, this whole topic will seem lovely, and Bill's concern (or was it Ted's?) over his friend's potential death would seem silly, as death would simply be this beautiful passing over to a new reality.

If you are like most of the rest of us, however, it's a little easier to make a few jokes and reference film and TV to offset the discomfort of talking about dying.

When it comes down to it, death IS the great equalizer, and we ARE all going to meet that someday, so it is a little bizarre that we just avoid the discussion altogether. I, for one, don't relish the idea of embalming and burial - maybe too many Twilight Zone episodes watching people buried alive trying to escape prison... In the end, I really just don't see a lot of

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