#76 July/August 2005
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TOP STORIES

Wake-up Call: Can radiation from cell phones damage DNA in our brains? When a UW researcher found disturbing data, funding became tight
by Rob Harrill, reprinted with permission from Columns magazine

Welcome Seafair?: Military recruitment is at the heart of the Seattle summer festival
by Glen Milner

Mined Over Maury: A nice island is getting hauled away, bit by bit
by Hannah Lee

FREE THOUGHTS

How to Have Clean and Complete Voter Rolls
by Rob Richie and Steven Hill

MEDIA BEAT by Norman Solomon
From Watergate to Downing Street

READER MAIL
Police State at US/Canada Border; Everybody Lost in Last Years' Vote

NORTHWEST & BEYOND news shorts compiled by Sharlynn Cobaugh Warm Winter Leaves Columbia Basin Dry; Oregonian's Stop-Loss Battle Lost; Summer Sun and Skin Cancer; CA Nurses Take On Schwarzenegger; Harvard Takes Action Against Genocide in Sudan

MONEY

Searching for Tax Fairness
Lack of regulation on capital-gains tax invites non-compliance
by Gerald E. Scorse

Consumers Overlook Opt-Out: contacts for stopping unwanted credit card solicitations
by Tim Covell

ENVIRONMENT

DOT Bans Stealth Radioactive Shipments
Recent ruling against secret shipments of uranium munitions by the Department of Defense
by Glen Milner

TRASH TALK by Dave and Lillian Brummet
Clean Vacationing: Garbage in its Place

Software Reduces Computer-related CO2 Emissions
press release from Userful

DUSEL Not Welcomed in Leavenworth
by Sharlynn Cobaugh

George W. Bush: EnvironWent
cartoon by George Jartos

WORKPLACE

Legislation Can Reduce Store Homicides
by Kenneth Wayne Yarbrough

Farmworkers Boycott Gallo Wines photo and caption by David Bacon

HEALTH

Cellular Antennas
Facts about the technology and related policies
by Tamara Dyer

NATURE DOC by John F. Ruhland, ND
Cell Phone; Naturopathic IVs

CELL PHONES DAMAGE SPERM
by Doug Collins

Fluoride Damages Bones, Studies Show
from New York State Coalition Opposed to Fluoridation

LAW

Scores of Muslim Men Jailed Without Charge
from the ACLU

BOB'S RANDOM LEGAL WISDOM by Bob Anderton
It's OK to Help: The good samaritan rule

CONTACTS/ACTIVISM

NORTHWEST NEIGHBORS
contact list of subscribers who like to talk with you

DO SOMETHING! CALENDAR
Northwest activist events

POLITICS

Red Meat for the Red States: Democrats don't stand a chance unless they choose more meaningful issues
by Brian King

Mexicans Want Democracy, But More
by David Bacon

WAR & PEACE

Poems for Peace
compiled by Stan Penner

Great Seal of the United States: The Bush revisions
cartoon by Andrew Wahl

MISCELLANEOUS

Just because...
by Styx Mundstock

The Danger of Being Tongue-Tied
The US still lags in multilingualism
by Domenico Maceri

The Wanderings and Thoughts of Kip Kellogg
by Vincent Spada

The Wanderings and Thoughts of Kip Kellogg

by Vincent Spada

part 1

Kip Kellogg had trouble sleeping. Kip could never fall asleep. He'd lay there for a spell, just thinking, then Kip would get right up. He'd pull on his pants, find his dirty sneakers, and go wandering into the night. Trying to find that something, that something that would make real sense.

Kip liked the back alleys. It was dangerous, but Kip didn't care. So often he'd see stray cats, and Kip always waved to them. He figured it was better that way, since nobody probably ever showed them any respect. It's like that with stray cats. Everyone just brushes them aside.

Kip also saw garbage cans. They were silver, just like on TV. Kip wondered if there was more garbage in the world than garbage cans, but that was pretty easy to answer. That was too bad, thought Kip. Maybe that was why there was so much garbage all around the street. Not enough cans to put it in. But no, that wasn't it. You can't blame the cans for that.

Maybe you can't blame anyone, thought Kip. After all, who could stop any of it?

Kip saw some bums on the corner. Kip tried to talk to them. But they kept asking him for money. No matter what Kip said, they wanted a dollar. Kip gave one of them a dollar, then the other bums wanted a dollar, too. Kip didn't have any more money, but he still wanted to talk to them. But finally they just pushed him away. Kip was pretty disappointed. He figured they could tell him something. Maybe they had, in a way.

Kip was in the park now, and he stood against a wall. He liked to do that, and watch the people walking by. The people looked kinda' neat to Kip, with different-colored hair and skin. Kip wondered if space aliens really existed, and if they did, would they like all different-colored people?

Probably, thought Kip. All one of anything seems too boring, and Kip figured that aliens would be smart, and therefore like a nice mix. Like a space salad or something. Kip thought that was funny, and laughed to himself.

Kip wandered some more for a while, and passed a bunch of bars. Kip thought about bars, and figured maybe they were so popular just because no one wanted to be alone. Kip realized that if a person wanted a drink, they could just go get some cheaper beer at a store and drink at home. But no, they went to a bar, and it was because they were lonely, and wanted to see other people. That seemed good to Kip.

That thought made some real good sense.

Finally Kip went home, undressed and went to bed. He closed his eyes against his pillow, and tried to sleep like the rest of the world. But sadly, Kip couldn't sleep. Like always, he was wide awake.

Continued next issue.


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