This is an incomplete post salvaged from the internet archive.

-by Michael

It was 3:49 in the afternoon. The temperature was 52 degrees Fahrenheit, the humidity 26%, the barometric pressure…was rising. We decided to go for a walk. His sweater was made of dyed Bolivian Alpaca wool, mine from 100% authentic Portuguese flannel. They had traveled thousands upon thousands of miles across oceans and borders to envelop our bodies, stowed away in vessels pumping greenhouse gases into the atmosphere along every inch of the journey. On this brisk Autumn afternoon, I had a purpose for our trekking: to discuss those very greenhouse gases, and the implications they had for all of us. The wool clad man with whom I spoke is an herbalist, student, and dear friend.