05 October 2007

WHAT?! You don't drive?!

(From The Daily Camera)

No drive to drive: Some folks don't bother with a driver's license

Wanda Pelegrina Caldas chooses not to drive, but to ride a bike. She is on her way to help Community Cycles, a group collecting bicycles to send to Africa.

Joy Swanson has been known to carry a child's wading pool on her back from a grocery store across Highway 287 to the Broomfield day care where she teaches. Or you might catch her in the mornings walking to work from her apartment a couple of blocks away.

Swanson, 52, is one of those rare Americans who doesn't drive and has never had a license, in other words NOT one of the nearly 200 million people who spent an average of 100 hours a year commuting to work each year.

"People are absolutely shocked and amazed," she says, when they find out she doesn't drive. "(They say) 'You've got to be kidding! How old are you? You've been doing this all these years?'"

Swanson's mother even has a comment to make when she introduces her daughter to someone new.

"I'm her daughter who will jump out of an airplane and go cave exploring, but won't get behind the wheel of a car," Swanson says.

Wanda Pelegrina Caldas, also a non-driver, says she gets mixed reactions.

"A lot of people are like 'Oh my gosh, are you kidding, it's a joke, right?' A lot of people say. 'That's really admirable. That's really motivating me to use my bike more, to get out of my car'"

Not driving doesn't have a deleterious effect on their lifestyles.

"The best part is that I get to be out and about and not stuck in a car," says Pelegrina Caldas. "I get to see other people and enjoy the environment around me."

Pelegrina Caldas, 33, lives with her boyfriend, who also doesn't drive. She has saddle bags on her bike for carrying small loads and the two have bike trailers for larger items.

The most difficult part? Snow.

But she says bike paths get cleared relatively quickly, and she lives less than 2 miles from her job at Columbine Elementary. If biking isn't possible, she can always walk.

Although, she says: "I don't find the weather gets bad enough."

Swanson's husband has a car, but she was single for many years, living car-free in car-loving Los Angeles for several years and in Denver.

Of her L.A. years she says: "There were buses and trains, all sorts of ways to get around. The thing then was to buy a pair of roller blades. I used to zip down to the beach and roller blade to work about 2 miles away."

Wherever she lived, she made sure she was close to work and to bus lines. She calls Broomfield "a little iffy" when it comes to transit, but she can call for transit and walk to the grocery store and work.

Pelegrina Caldas thinks biking can be faster than commuting in a car.

"If you're on a bike path, you don't have to wait for traffic lights. There are underpasses, lots of shortcuts," she says.

How does a person end up a non-driver in this car-obsessed culture?

Swanson grew up in Montana near the Canadian border. She took driver's education in high school, but found driving terrifying.

"Every time I got behind the wheel, I would break into a sweat. The driver's ed teacher would make me do it," she says. "I passed (driver's ed) with flying colors, but I was never interested in getting my license. So I never did. I always learned to get around without it."

The last time Swanson drove was when she was in her 20s, traveling with a friend who was so sleepy she needed relief at the wheel.

Pelegrina Caldas grew up in Puerto Rico and started to learn to drive, but had older friends who always drove her. She went away to college, thinking she'd learn later.

But her awareness of the environment grew.

"People were talking about climate change. I realized I didn't want to drive," she says.

Should they ever change their minds, learning to drive at a later-than-typical age, is not difficult for most people, contrary to the common perception, driving instructors say.

Michael Pettiford, president of Go 4 It High Performance Schools in Louisville, says the degree of difficulty depends on whether a person has been aware of the driving environment. Even if the would-be driver hasn't, he can still learn, Pettiford says.

"We just break (the task) down into smaller and smaller pieces," he says.

However, older drivers are not a big part of the company's business, which teaches high-performance driving, as well as how to drive in the slow lane.

Pettiford shouldn't expect Pelegrina Caldas or Swanson as customers.

"I don't have any plans to drive," Pelegrina Caldas says.

Swanson feels the same way.

"It's my way of thumbing my nose at the establishment."

Contact Camera Staff Writer Cindy Sutter at 303-473-1335 or sutterc@dailycamera.com.

28 August 2007

Some things last a lifetime

Our moment's gone.

26 August 2007

Bikes Rock!

"Every car a murder, every bicycle a love affair"

25 August 2007

Sometimes...Isolation

sometimes, i just wanna be alone. no, i'm not mad. i'm not sad and i don't need/ want cheering up. oh and is it really necessary to say, "come on don't be a party pooper. we were busy today too" or ask "what's the matter? waht can i do to make it better". nothing is the matter except i am feeling and wanna be antisocial. nothing personal against you unless you keep insisting and make me make it about you.

i work a lot and have to deal with hearing lots of fucked up things and trying to help people cope with that in a world that seems less and less friendly is hard. It wears on me and sometimes my brain just wants to be numb. i wanna be tofu just sitting there bland, boring and opinionless.

i don't wanna talk. shut up your voice is poking at my raw nerves. i don't wanna play nice nice and i certainly don't wanna be drawn outta myself. just leave me alone and go on with your day. sometimes i wanna be asked, but not so you can solve anything just because (sometimes) it's just nice to be asked. other times, stay away.

it's ok to be ornery. it's fine to be pensive and quiet. it's normal. i've never signed any contract that promises that i'll be 100% miss sugar dumpling all the time. and please, don't tell me that i am even better when i am in a foul mood...that i am a riot because sometimes i am quite funny when i am in a funk. in fact, i make a point of being grumpily funny, but this is not one of those times.

i just wanna be a bitch and not be told to snap out of it nor be told that everything will be better tomorrow. everything is just fine today. i just don't feel like being leader of the outgoing wagon today.

yes, i am having an i don't like green eggs and ham day and i don't wanna be reminded that maybe i do. i just wanna be alone until i bounce back to my miss everyone likes me because i am so cool ole self.

i don't need/want you to save me. today, i don't wanna save the world. altho someone really should, but today that someone ain't gonna be me.

Nothing to look at here, folks. Move along.

19 July 2007

It's a bird. It's a plane! No, it's grouchy.


This sucks a big fat goat's ass or a big fat goat ass whichever you prefer. As of late, I am the reigning queen of stuck at the airport. In December, the Colorado snowstorms stranded me in Chicago for 3 days. Today, I am in Atlanta's suck ass airport, Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport (what kind of name is that?! Could they not decide between H-J and AIA and they just decided to lump it all into one name?!).

On their web page they boast that they are "the world’s busiest passenger airport" and they aim "to be the world's best airport by exceeding customer expectations!" I HATE H-JAIA! It looks like it's been recently remodeled on a low budget. Everything is shiny, but it looks like it came from a flashback version of the airport.

Somewhere some obnoxious siren is wailing
bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeengbleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen and has been for 15 minutes. Barely audible over that, all kinds of 80s music (which is the highlight of my night) and a lady announcing in a monotone, "passengers, we were unable to locate any extra blankets, so there are no extra blankets, but if you'd like, you can walk down to the opposite end of the terminal where the temperature is about 10 degrees warmer and you can hang out there." WTFFFFFFFFFFFF?!

I am going to go insane! I am going to rip hair out of my nearest neighbors fuzzy teddy bear and slam it in her mother's starbucks!!

My flight leaving Denver was delayed 2 1/2 hours because it was raining bucket loads here in beautiful
Ahht-laynta honey. My connecting flight was supposed to be delayed two hours giving me plenty of time to make it, but as I step off the plane with a sinking feeling, I confirm that my flight to Philly left 14 minutes before we arrived. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! and double that and shit, add chocolate chips and whipped cream to it because if I'm gonna be screwed might as well make it tasty.

Me and 400 of my closest strangers are here waiting on delayed flights or trying to "make the best of it". Everywhere, babies and small sticky children are crying. The chick next to me is having a crying fit and throwing her phone and (sweet the fucking siren stopped!) yelling really loudly about it not working.
Hmm, someone should tell her that throwing it against the floor, will make it work less.

I am rescheduled to leave at 7 am. "Since so many flights were canceled due to the storm, all the hotels are sold out, but here's an overnight kit with a toothbrush and comb for you and it has a little thing of toothpaste,"...the perky customer service receptionist informed me. "At least your flight is soon and the chairs aren't too bad," she flashes me a 500 kilowatt smile.

What?! Bitch, don't make me pull out your extensions because I will hurt you! Easy for her to say. She is sitting in a nice office chair and has on fresh makeup and clean clothes. By the time I get to my sister's, I will have been wearing the same clothes for 24 hours. I smell like a pickle. My hair looks like Ronald McDonald (except it's not fire engine red). I am hungry and
twizzler bites and warm saliva (my own) do not cut it. The water fountain is broken and no, the fucking chairs are not comfortable and the flight that is "soon" is not for 8 fucking hours!!!

I paid $8 for 24 hr
Internet access because I figure that at least I can entertain myself somehow. I am trying to ignore the guy that thinks just because we were neighbors on the flight from Denver (he spilled soda on my leg) and in the 45 minute wait customer service line, we are now best friends forever.

The guy sitting behind me just farted in his sleep and someone in the corner has drool leaking from her mouth forming a puddle on the floor.
ARGH! I am definitely not sleeping now and if I were less tired, it would give me a moment of amusement, but I am beyond laughing at other's bodily functions right now. Although, if someone would just walk by and slip in the huge mess of water leaking from the ceiling then I'd have to reconsider!

I hate strangers walking by and giving me a
commiserating glance. I am grumpy like all hell and I just wanna go to sleep in my own bed with my cats, but I won't be there until August 13th and I start work again that day. How fun!

Hahahahaha. Well, ain't this just Georgia peachy?!

21 June 2007

Summer Seduction

Eyes closed to blinding Sun. Face tipped upward to penetrating rays. Melt me lest Pool fulfill it's liquid promise. Sweat drips, drops, sizzles. Yoopromszzdyoodszaavvuszsszz! Rivulets evaporate. Lucky few return to Big Puddle.

Siren beckons me too. Lids closed, but barely escaping seduction. I too long for cool blue embrace. I'm a masochist. I can wait.

Teasing light blue breeze. Momentary ice rivulets on my skin. Intoxicating smell of coconut, papaya, lime. Making believe. Lounging on some foreign shore. Lazy roll over.

Belly-flopped on the ground. Washed up on the shores of a forgotten lover. Oily fingerprints, scars of my favor. Book arches its back at me. You swore 'til the end! Suffocating words helpless on the pavement.

I casually caress its spine. Still like you Book. Too many words in my throat. Pool makes me lethargic. Barely a whisper. Sun makes me sleepy. Images behind my eyes. I dream about you. You make me thirsty.

Ahhh, cold, crisp...mmm, lime, mint. Perfecting my mojito skills...not drinking, making. Crushed ice cuddles my tongue. Bubbles tickle my palate. Rum bites my lips. Mint, so refreshing. Lime, just enough tart. Yes, enough tart. Words stolen right off my page.

Sorry, short attention span.

Green metal thermos. Ice crystal shroud turns cold sweat too quickly. Puddle grows around it. Wet spot on the towel, dry as a bone. Skin sun-baked to golden perfection. Sweat filled nooks and crannies. I am a waffle. Argh, can't stand it! Not evaporating fast enough.

Darting glance thrown at Pool. Bird flitters on the surface. Water quickly regains composure. Mirror surface once again. Every pore gasps oxygen, then holds its breathe. Ssliiicsse. Through the surface. Cold and hot collide. Shatter myself. Splatter myself. Everywhere. Whole among the ripples. Extending all around.

Intense elation! I could get used to this. I could really get to liking it. Why lie?! I love this!

10 May 2007

Media Hype

It's disgusting how the media plays on our emotions to get ratings. It enrages me that the instant that they get even the teensiest lead, they start working on ways to milk that information and spew it out at us without even having a full story.

Between 6 and 6:30 this morning, a food service employee spotted 2 men dressed in camouflage and ski masks inside of Boulder High. At that point, police were notified, the school was blocked off and a thorough search of the school began. The Boulder Valley School District sent out a message through the automated notification system (email, phone messages, text messages) to all parents.

Within 2 hours (and that's a little slow for breaking news, huh), all the major news feeds are running a story about it - showing pictures of police armed to the teeth swarming the exterior of the school, guns pointed, and students (who obviously didn't get the message that school was closed) cordoned off two blocks away.

Headlines saying things like, "Police Swarm (or surround) Boulder, Colorado School; No Shots Reported" are all over the Internet. Headlines are proclaiming,"School Closed Until Further Notice," when even BVSD has conflicting information on its homepage. The main page says classes are cancelled for the day, but the school cancellations page states that school is delayed until 10 AM.

I work in an elementary school in town so I know that the official word is that school is closed for the day and other schools are taking precautionary measures, but all the information ...misinformation out there is nothing but vague and confusing and (purposely) misleading all in the name of creating (drum roll) SUSPENSE!

Don't get me wrong, I am glad that the school district is taking precautions, but the media is taking advantage of our emotions to sell news. People argue about freedom of speech and our right to know, but to know what?! Misinformation?!

My 77 year old grandmother called me crying saying she just heard on the local news (IN PUERTO RICO!!) that two ARMED men wearing ski masks and camo had just BROKEN into AND ROBBED a school in Boulder, but that EVACUATION was underway. She was scared to death and wanted to know what was happening and if I was okay.

Two ARMED men wearing ski masks and camo have just BROKEN into and ROBBER a school in Boulder and that EVACUATION was underway - does that sound like news or sensationalism?!

The reality is that the there is no indication that these men were armed. There is no sign of forceful entry nor stolen items. The sighting had not JUST happened. It happened around 6:30 am (an hour or so before the school day starts) when few people except maybe food services staff, the head custodian and possibly a handful of staff were around. It was not just some school in Boulder. It was Boulder High. Those pictures of kids "waiting outside of Boulder High" are not evacuees rather students who had not heard that school was closed being stopped and turned back about 2 blocks away. Wow, sounds almost like a different story.

Is it necessary to put out such unclear and incorrect information?! Is it necessary for who knows how many grandmas, parents and siblings of people that work and/ or go to school in Boulder to be misled into thinking that their loved one might be in danger of dying in yet another school shooting just to so some selfish reporter could boast to have broken the news?!

Emotions are still raw from the VA Tech shootings and the 8th anniversary of the Columbine shootings, but the media is never one to pass up a good lead, right?! Besides, we all need to know, right?!

As far as I am concerned, news is important when it is correct and we do have a right to know it, but all "breaking news" that gives incorrect, vague or unconfirmed information is nothing but media hype purposely put out there to keep us biting our fingernails at the edge of our seats tuned to the news.

Is that nothing else of importance is happening in the world today or is it that we need distractions? Interestingly enough, none of the alternative nor international news feeds are carrying this story. Instead, they are taking about Blair stepping down, genocide, famine, sectarian unrest in Lebanon, overcrowding, mistreatment and lack of rehabilitation of inmates in US jails and Bush's accountability in Iraq.

Hmmmm. Does it make you wonder? It does me. Why are people elsewhere asking important questions and we are cliff hanging over two suspicious individuals that may have been burglars, pranksters or a serious threat?!

Get the news straight before scaring the wits outta everyone! Commend the district for its rapid response or principals who are proactive about dealing with school violence. But, please, do not put out misinformation in the name of getting the story out. Give sensationalism a rest and start putting out the REAL news.

And don't make my grandma (or anyone else's grandma, mother, father, sibling, friend, etc.) cry when there is no need for them to suffer in anticipation of bad news.

07 May 2007

Carmageddon

"The automobile has not merely taken over the street, it has dissolved the living tissue of the city. Its appetite for space is absolutely insatiable; moving and parked, it devours urban land, leaving the buildings as mere islands of habitable space in a sea of dangerous and ugly traffic."

-James Marston Fitch, historic preservationist (1909-2000)

04 May 2007

Is it Me?


Have you ever looked in the mirror and not recognized the person looking back at you? Then, you wonder where you went and how this different person stepped into the mirror without being noticed.

27 April 2007

In An Old Journal*



He always fed me lines.


When i confronted him with it, he said
"...well, it won't interfere with your poetically balanced diet."


*V gave me this journal (with a sunflower block print by Henry Evans on the front) 27 Oct 1998.

16 April 2007

Something Nice To Offset The Bad

I wore an awesome necklace that V's mom MADE for ME last Xmas. Wearing beautiful jewelry that was made for me by someone special makes my day! It felt like a hug from her all day. :)

WHAT A DAY?!

Is it Monday or what?! So many fucked up things going on today. In order:

#1 - and taking the cake by a long shot (does a long shot refer to shooting? if so, excuse that pun).

First of all, what goes through someone's head to make him gun down 32 people them commit suicide? It just blows my (argh, sorry didn't intend that pun) but seriously? How disturbed or angry or distraught or something can you be to do something so cold - and maybe calculated? Or even worse just random...did that guy wake up this morning and just decide to kill random people?

It's very upsetting to think that among categories of crime, school shootings exists, even more so because I work in a school and I live in Colorado which until today held the record for most deadliest school shooting in US history.

WHAT?! and isn't there something just disgusting about keeping track of this?, but I can't tell you how many times I heard or read those words today - that Colorado held the record no more.

I've always associated schools with fun, learning, creativity, but now more and more with death and hate crimes. We've had our share of crazy kid stunts - some just mischief, others pretty dangerous and scary. Aren't schools supposed to be safe? It's really troubling, but that's a rant for another day.

#2 Some kid shit all over the girls' bathroom...wiped it all over the toilet, on the floor, on the walls then peed all over another stall. wtf?! We have little kids in the building, but I am sure that they are all potty trained.

How exactly does a kid have a shit fest all over the most visible bathroom in the school? People are constantly walking by it all day. No main door. 3 stalls in, basically, a small hallway, right next to the school social worker's office, the art room, the janitor's closet and a whole row of classrooms. I'm talking about someone farts and you hear it halfway down the hall and people are constantly walking by it.

I'm sure it took kid more than 5 minutes to convert the bathroom into his or her Mona Lisa. On that note, how can a kid be out of class for more than 5 minutes without the teacher noticing or was everyone's day as crazy as mine?!

Actually, compared to #1 and now that it's about 7 hours later, #2 is pretty amusing (except for the janitor who had to clean it up and the kid who did it when the principal finds out) and much less hideous.

Ok, over bad things - well, not really, but I'm just gonna be over dwelling on them. I just needed to remove them from my brain before going to sleep. Luckily, the only thing flying through the air at my Columbine (yes, I work at Columbine, but not THE Columbine) was poop...and basketballs in the gym and probably some food in the caf.

27 March 2007

Falling (out)

She was young, but old enough to know that the earth didn't revolve around her life. Still, sometimes she wished that time would stand still for them. That he and she never had anything else to distract them from each other, but in truth...she was in a lonely relationship and he thought everything was fine.

She never really knew if she loved him even though those little crinkly smile lines around his eyes got her every time. She wondered why other people declared perfect bliss and why they needed to lie about it. She was old enough to know fairytales were just stories and perfection a myth.

She was bored and he wasn't boring. She was too practical to follow her wildest whims. She made due with what she had. She thought that was how life was meant to be. She didn't realize that she wasn't really aware.

His sweetness was bland on her tongue. His happiness only made her want to lash out and hurt him. When he was good to her, she was evil in return. When he was evil, she was even worse. Her words meant to sting his ears, crush his heart, make him fall out, but he only loved her even harder.

She struggled to unwrap him from around her jello fingers, but he found ways to reel her in tighter. She turned to his full face and emptied her deaf heart of his constant thump thump, but still found herself drowning in a lake of nausea. She puked out his guts and he kindly replenished them with lack of recognition.

When she threw him out to the dogs, he came back to lick her wounds. There was nothing that his sticky saliva love couldn't fix...except maybe her.

Falling (in)

She remembered every minute, every scent, every word, every feeling. As if time had stopped, only he and she revolved around each other. There were so many distractions, but not a one caught their attention...they were too full of each other.

She was instantly smitten. She never quite forgot that shy sparkle in his eye nor could she remember what had made her feel happiness before then. She was only sure that this was spring and he everything new and fresh in her life. She knew fairy tales were for kids, but she thought maybe that was a myth.

She was giddy, awake for the very first time that winter. She was about to throw caution to the wind. Somewhere in her mind, "love at first sight" flashed around and she suppressed a giggle.

How sweet the silence between their glances. She tasted nectar and knew she would no longer awaken to the taste of poison. A silent magic caught their ears and cradled them with strange familiar words urging them to just let their hearts fall in.

Butterfly wings causing tiny tornadoes inside her heart. She flew as close as she could and found herself happily entangled in his web. Her crystal laugh waking the dormant spider. He spun his web around her and she sighed, "tighter".

She was stuck; he was dying. She gave him new life; he set her free...together they'd live.


26 March 2007

Community Cycles Open House

Community Cycles Open House

Saturday, March 31st, 10am - 8pm

Community Cycles - Helping low income people bicycleVisit our new shop - 2805 Wilderness Place, suite 1000 north off of Goose Creek path, just south of Boulder Beer. See Google Map

Come acquire new skills or show off some advanced wrenching. Watch and hear about the trajectory of our bikes to Ghana, Africa! Community Cycler, Anthony Hannagan will tell you all about his trip to Ghana and how Boulder bikes will contribute to sustainable transportation in Africa.

Learn about our programs. Get involved. Make a difference in your bicycle community!

Boulder Beer and Noodles & Co will provide refreshments and food

SPRING!

FIIINNNNNAAALLLY!!!! Bye Bye Jack Frost! Lil Jack sure has been feisty this winter. He did far more than his share of nipping at my nose, cheeks, ears, fingers and toes this winter. In fact, he quite overstepped his bounds by jumping under my clothes several times this February.

If you've been braving the weather (especially if you biked all winter long like me) it seems that this winter was 300 days long. Well, brave boys and girls, rip off that coat. Throw down that scarf and bare those arms, legs and toes. Argh! Boy am I pale!!! Ok, maybe shorts only in the garden until my legs lose their flourescent glow.

I am sooo happy for SPRING! I've spent the last few weeks in my windowless office surrounded by cranky kids tired of sitting quietly focused on CSAP. However, one of the perks of working at a school is vacation. Three cheers for SPRING BREAK! I get spend the next 10 days relaxing and enjoying the arrival of Spring to the Foothills.

Everything is waking up, turning green, smelling fresh (except for that faint smell of Greeley in the air every morning). Spring is definitely here and I AM CELEBRATING!!

We've been working in the garden for the past 2 days playin' in the dirt: turning the soil; adding natural supplements; pulling out weeds and remnants of last year's garden. (adios 2006). I'm pretty proud of us. This year we got a much earlier start on our garden. We already have garlic, green onions, chives, sage, oregano, lavender, rosemary and sunflowers growing from last year and tulips, daffodils, crocus and morning glories.

I planted seeds for broccoli, cabbage, eggplant, echinacea, parsely, chamomile plus a variety of tomatoes, and hot and sweet peppers. Those are my garden experiments. I planted them in small containers outside and covered them with plastic hoping that they actually grow outdoors. I've given up on any indoor planting because my two naughty little cats are terrible gardeners. In the ground, we planted carrots, potatoes and onions.

Yes, I AM A NERD! and my garden will so rock if it all works out as planned, so yes, you can call me a NERD again. i am and i love it.

08 February 2007

I can't believe how vicious and self righteous uninformed people can be

It's incredible the kind of stupid things that come from the mouths/ fingers of those who are uninformed! Community Cycles is an awesome non-profit organization of which I am a part! We run programs that help low-income individuals gain access to bicycles for sustainable means of transporation and recreation.


I won't go into a drawn out description of what exactly we do, but you can browse our website (www.CommunityCycles.org) to learn more about the great things we do in the community.


To subsidize our programs, pay our workshop rent, cover our expenses, we sell refurbished used bikes. Of course, the internet is one of the ways we get the word out. We post on Craigslist on a regular basis calling for donations and also advertising things we have for sale.


To which some poor idiot just sent me this reply:

"is this fraud and punishable by law? Umm, didn't you just post on here last week
stating that you needed an entire shop donated to you so that you could build bikes for
low income children?? And now, you've got adult bikes for sale for profit??"


Umm...my first reaction was an angry WHAT THE FUCK?! and yes, my feelings were hurt,
but then I realized how foolish this person is and I had a nice chuckle over it.

Umm...and how exactly does this person think a non-profit survives? A major myth
about non-profits is that they can't make profit.

What is a Non-profit corporation? (From www.legalzoom.com)


A non-profit corporation is a special type of corporation that has been
organized specific tax-exempt purposes. To qualify for non-profit
status, your corporation must be formed to benefit (1) the public, (2)
a specific group of individuals, or (3) the membership of the
nonprofit. Examples of non-profits include religious organizations,
charitable organizations, political organizations, credit unions and
membership clubs (such as the Elk's Club or a country club).


Non-profit corporations enjoy the same limited liability
protection that regular corporations and limited liability companies
enjoy. In other words, your directors, trustees, members, and employees
are not responsible for the debts and liabilities of the corporation.
There are also significant federal and state tax benefits available for
incorporating as a non-profit. But one of the most attractive benefits
of having a non-profit is that you are allowed to receive grants from
the federal government and private foundations.


It's important to note that simply forming a non-profit corporation
does not automatically qualify you for federal and state tax exemption.
Instead, it's only the first step. Only a validly organized non-profit
corporation can take that second step and apply for federal and state
tax exemption. This application is often referred to as the 501(c)(3)
application, since that is the most common IRS code section applicable
to non-profit organizations. In fact, there are more than 20 code
sections where a non-profit can qualify, with the most important being
501(c)(7) for social and recreational clubs.


A non-profit corporation does NOT mean that the corporation
cannot sell goods or services for money. In fact, many non-profits make
money from selling everything from clothing to medical services. A
non-profit can pay salaries to its officers and employees, but it
cannot distribute any profits for the benefit of its directors,
officers or members – for example, in the form of a dividend.



02 February 2007

You ARE NOT an environmentalist if you burn oil!

I am so tired of environmentalist hypocrisy. If you drive a car...sorry, you might as well just pound more nails into this planet's coffin. The automobile industry and the industries that, literally, fuel it are among the most polluting industries in the world (and no, i am not sorry for that pun).

I was barely15; Exxon Valdez was busy polluting the Alaska coastline. It was all over the news...that image of dead ducks and seals covered in crude marked my mind. I was obsessed with it...amazed, horrified...i had never ever seen anything so hideous in my whole life. I read anything I could get my hands on about it and little by little, I realized that I too was guilty of taking our planet for granted.

While all my friends were thinking about driver's permits, I was feeling nauseous about driving. Then, my dad was sent to Saudi...operation Desert Shield escalated to Desert Storm. Yellow ribbons fluttered and images of burning oil fields promised shock and awe.

My 11th grade Lit teacher was awesome. He believed that we were no longer children and it was time for us to snap out of our naiveties. He talked about Saudi, Daddy Bush and why we were really in Iraq...and boy did he ever feel the adminstrations' wrath for airing his beliefs - he'd later be fired for nebulous reasons.

And I thought...oil?! Again?! Could it be possible that oil was at the root of so many evils? Could it really be true that our government would put so many troops at risk for their own greedy purposes. NO WAY!! The government is here to protect us and look out for the rights of it's population...tell me it isn't true. It can't be, I thought.

My friends were busy burning off their "i gotta set of wheels and newfound freedom" high. It was ok to be irate about status in Puerto Rico and to want to be involved in politics (after all, everything is linked to politics in PR), but in the society I grew up, the US could do no evil.

I went away to college as the hole in the ozone and the enviroment was becoming an issue in the public eye. I spent my first two years at school trying to forget that all kinds of things were going on around me...then almost by accident, I stumbled into a presentation about Nigeria.

A young Nigerian, not much older than I, was talking about the horrors he had been through because he protested Shell Oil Co. in his country. He was beaten within inches of death - he had terrible scars on his face, neck and arms.

And, here it was again...injustices being done all because the US wanted to claim stake (or rather protect its stakes) in foreign oil production. As he talked about what had happened to him and why, I thought I'd throw up right there in the middle of the public library. I could not hold back tears. I felt like an idiot, then I noticed I was not the only one with tears welling down my face.

I was so impacted by his words and by what he didn't say...by what was reaching out from between the lines. I was 19. I decided that I would never drive.

I am proud that I have never owned a valid driver's licence. I rode the bus, but mostly, I got around on my own two feet. I discovered a newfound love for my bicycle. I was empowered by knowing that I could get around just fine without burning oil.

People thought I was going through a phase. I knew no one else like me. Then, I met V. She was a 1st year student when I was a senior. She lived in the same room I lived in as a 1st year student. She didn't drive either. She did not think I was crazy. She became my housemate.

We had lots of adventures...never hindered by not having drivers' licences. We moved to Colorado where we met other people that did not drive...by choice. I realized that I wasn't crazy.

I met R. He's carfree and hardcore about it too. We took a weeklong 140 mile bike trip on the Peak to Peak highway loop. We carried our gear in a bike trailer. We bought more bike trailers. We moved by bike. (INSERT NEEDLE SCRATCHING AS IT'S PULLED OFF THE RECORD SOUND FX HERE)

Yes, you read right. We moved from our last rental to my new condo on our bikes. Pedal Power! Check out our bike move.

I will never ever drive! The question I hear the most, "But what if someday you need to?!" I will never need to drive. I use alternate sustainable transportation. I choose to work where I can easily commute to work by bike or walking. I deliberately bought a condo located near stores, bike paths, bus lines and places of recreation. I live in a moderately sized city and I taught myself how to get around and how to use my bike as a vehicle.

I have yet to regret it. I will not regret it. As I ride around feeling my environment on my skin, I feel sorry for all those who choose to disconnect themselves from nature by riding in their cars. They are facilitating pollution, missing out on fresh air and exercise and worst of all, they are supporting an unjustified oil war.

I AM NOT! I AM PROUD! I PEDAL MY PATRIOTISM!