Thursday, March 8, 2007


Hello Everyone and Welcome to the new Our Cultures Blog.
Here you will find commentary on todays culture, and sometimes lack of culture, book and entertainer reviews, a few opinion polls, and hopefully, the heartbeat of what makes us human.

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Pamela S. Meek
Our Cultures Editor

Pamela Meek
Editor for Our Cultures

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Town and Country: City Girl, Urban Life

By Sharon Moran

Inconsistency is a human trait that is common in all members of our species. It’s hard for humans not to be inconsistent, and I’m no exception. I’m an oddity of human characteristics and at the same time entirely normal. Assuming inconsistency is, in fact, a normal yet unavoidable part of the human experience. My own inconsistency involves being pulled in two equally different and equally compelling directions at once.

I fantasize about one day living in a cabin in the mountains and using sunrise and sunset to mark my days in lieu of an alarm clock. I have visions of deeply inhaling clean mountain air and tending to my organic vegetable garden in preparation for the day’s dinner. (Okay, I admit it’s not a well-thought out plan. I’m not even sure how conducive a mountainous terrain is to gardening, but just follow my fantasy here.) My family and I could spend hours on a nature walk, and we could repeat the process day in and day out.

Since I currently homeschool my daughter, we could linger in the mountains as long as we choose since there will be no school bell beckoning us. I’d probably walk everywhere when I’m in the mountains, because after just two years of living in South Jersey, I’ve lost the capacity to drive on anything but flat surfaces. I do anticipate that I would eventually tire of being confined to one location for very long, so I’ve mentally prepared alternate living arrangements for when that time comes. I can alternate my mountain months with visits to my 300-acre farm (that I’ll hopefully be able to afford to purchase one day). There I could stroll about aimlessly with my daughter in tow and gather delight from my German shepherd herding the sheep I purchased for his own amusement and companionship. I could ride my horse down the 800-feet path that leads to our mailbox located on the main road to pick up our day’s mail, and then aimlessly meander back while allowing my own desires for the day to dictate my plans rather than the clock I purchased for $19.99 at Macy’s.

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