A Punctuation Pot Purée

October 27th, 2009

By Beth Quinn
The Apostrophe Posse has branched out. This week’s edition includes, not only apostrophe catostrophes (I know, I know! It’s on purpose!), but some fabulous, off-the-mark quotation marks, someone in an apparent comma coma, an interesting spelling error and some terrible confusion about meat vs fish.

Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 10/27/09

October 27th, 2009

By Carrie Jacobson
Rocky is one of the sweetest dogs you’d ever want to meet.

Shawn’s Painting of the Week – 10/26/09

October 26th, 2009

By Shawn Dell Joyce
Sunday was a perfect fall day to paint Silvermine Lake in Harriman Park.

No Such Thing As Clean Coal

October 26th, 2009

By Shawn Dell Joyce
We are enduring a $45 million dollar advertising campaign touting “clean coal” and the solution to America’s energy crisis. This is an attempt by Big Coal lobbyists (in this case American Coalition for Clean Coal Electricity) to “greenwash” Americans into believing a lie that coal can ever be clean. Don’t believe the hype!

What a Revolting Development…

October 26th, 2009

By Michael Kaufman
Jerry Sander and Robert Krahulik both wrote letters to the editor of the Warwick Advertiser recently. One of them resorted to “personal attacks or distortions of fact.”

Photo of the week – Oct 25, 2009

October 25th, 2009

THE ENCHANTED FOREST – A rainy afternoon walk at Ringwood State Park, N.J.

On the Mark? Off the Mark?

October 21st, 2009

By Jeffrey Page
After 5 months, a question: What do you think of Zest?

Carrie’s Painting of the Week – 10/21/09

October 21st, 2009

By Carrie Jacobson
The highway glistened in last week’s cold rain, promising adventure.

The Adventures of Zoe, the Wonder Dog

October 21st, 2009

By Carrie Jacobson
Zoe, Kaja and Loosey head down Route 209 toward Middletown. They make good progress until they have to cross the bridge over the Neversink.

Free-Range Croutons, Random Thoughts

October 20th, 2009

By Beth Quinn
I have a package of croutons in my bread drawer labeled “free-range croutons.” I confess I have no idea what that means. I can only envision millions of croutons roaming the Badlands of South Dakota, occasionally being knocked for a loop by some aggressive free-range tumbleweeds.