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I Went to Paris Without my iPhone–and Loved It
About a year ago, the last of my friends without a smart phone finally gave in. He had been so proud (or obstinate, rather) about his flip phone. When we met up for a catch up drink, I didn’t even notice him pull out his iPhone until he asked, “Notice anything?” while waving it in front of my face.
Of course, I congratulated him joining the rest of us in 21st century New York.
The truth is, I couldn’t imagine navigating life in NYC without my smart phone. From the time I started searching for apartments, I had a Blackberry to help me travel from one tiny apartment to the next without a map.
Now I use my iPhone all day long: in the morning to meditate, check the weather, and even check my email before I get out of bed. (Yes, I’m a person who does that.) I catch up on the rest of the mail that has come in between 7 and 9am while I wait for my smoothie at Liquiteria. Then I place it by my desk where it will alert me with a lit screen if I have text messages from friends or dates.
But it’s on the weekends that I really need it. What’s the quickest way to get to my friend’s apartment situated in that “up-and-coming” neighborhood in Brooklyn? Is the train actually running? OK, it’s not, which one should I take instead? “Ah I’m running late, srry! 15 mins!” What’s the best route by bike to the South Street Seaport? Where’s a good bar nearby? Where should I stand on the subway platform for quickest exit? Which seafood on this menu is sustainable? I’m standing at the farmers market and need a recipe for squash blossoms, help, Epicurious! Just spent $15 at the farmers market, need to note it down for my budget. Me and J. are together at this amazing brunch spot, here’s a pic of our breakfast cocktails. Jealous much?
Obviously, it’s a useful thing to have. But even when I don’t need it, I’m still pulling it out of my pocket, like a worry stone with an LCD screen. An extra minute without something to pull my attention means it’s time to check my mail and stare jealously at A.’s beautiful Instagram pics.
So imagine my horror when I landed at London Heathrow last Saturday and my iPhone’s top left corner only said “Searching…” No! Please, let it work. I need to Instagram the Eiffel Tower! I want to check in at French restaurants and have a map of the metro at my fingertips! But some quick research on my laptop at Heathrow revealed I was SOL.
I, however, am an optimist who loves to read O Magazine articles on how to connect with one’s inner life. I could do this. I could live for a week in a foreign city–in which I wasn’t totally sure I could still have a conversation or even string together sentences–take the metro, meet up at appointed times and just generally function on a basic level. I just needed a flip phone with basic calling and texting functions, and my brain (I hoped) would handle the rest.
Here’s what I discovered:

I interacted with France. As I stood on the platform Monday morning for my first solo trip, and I had nothing to occupy me. I glanced around, and accidentally caught the eye of a French guy across the platform. He smiled at me, and I looked shyly away. When I boarded the train, I looked out the window for lack of anything else to do, and I saw him again. He waved goodbye as the train left the station.
“I forgot that French men hit on you all the time,” I told D. when I met up with her for lunch, telling her what happened. “That hasn’t happened to me!” she said. My guess is that her having her nose always in a Kindle or iPhone makes her unapproachable. Perhaps I should do that same in NYC?

I exercised my brain. D. equipped me with Paris Pratique, which lists every rue in Paris in an index, with a corresponding square in a grid on a neighborhood map. Each time I wanted to get somewhere, I would look up the street, turn to the page, search the square for the street, and then find the nearest metro stations in order to plan my route.
Maybe it sounds crazy, but I quickly grew to love this little brain teaser. Sometimes I chose a longer route than I could have. But doing it this way felt so satisfying. Of course, you could brand me as a tourist as soon as I pulled the little book of maps out of my pocket, but c’est la vie.
Don’t ask me why these books are hanging from this tree by Saint Germain. I couldn’t tell you.

I got lost (but that’s OK). This requires a back story: D. and I were at a lovely little wine bar one night when we met a pair of Danish guys. (Not “Denmarkian,” as I accidentally called them. Oof.) They were in the exact same situation as us, with one living and working in Paris, and the other visiting for the week. Adam and Adam were their names. So Adam #1–as I would come to call him—and I made plans to hang out together the next day while both our friends worked.
When we met up the next day, he was all for just wandering around, getting lost. But it was drizzling on and off, and I had my sights set on the Pompidou. Using my little map, I led us confidently toward the famous modern art museum.
“Are you sure this is the right way?” Adam asked once, looking at his phone. I consulted my map. “Yup! We’re headed right down this big street,” I told him. We continued to walk, talking and folding away our umbrellas as the weather cleared. Twenty minutes later, I looked again and realized we had been heading in the exact opposite direction. “Crap!” I cried. “I totally messed up!” Adam smiled an innocent smile. “You knew the whole time, didn’t you,” I said. He just smiled some more. “Jerk!” I smacked him with my Paris Practique, but I was laughing.
We never did make it to the Pompidou, and yet I still really enjoyed our walk. I managed to lead us in the wrong direction a couple more times, but we eventually made it to the Grand Palais for an exhibition. My sense of direction is crap, but there are worse things than getting lost in Paris.

This woman’s expressions is just so French, isn’t it?
I stopped showing off. There were so many times when I had an itch to pull out my iPhone and Instagram some famous monument or Parisian thing and post it to all my social networks. I wanted to check in to every Parisian café and restaurant and museum. “I’M IN PARIS! I wanted to trumpet to every person I know. Eventually I stopped caring and just enjoyed where we were, concentrating on the food and the art and the tulips in the tuilieries.
I rediscovered pens, paper and planning. Before I could go anywhere, I had to write down the name of the street and address, phone numbers, restaurants, directions and everything else I could have looked up on the fly if I had an iPhone. I had slips of paper stuffed into my purse at all times, and what a delicious feeling that was! Making everything digital is so tidy and clean, but a piece of paper covered with evidence of where you went and where you want to go is lovely, tactile and romantic.
Lovely, tactile and romantic … sounds like Paris to me.
I’m back to life with an iPhone now that I’m back in New York, but at least I now know I can survive without it. I just might get a little lost …
How a Green Girl Travels (to Paris and London!)

You are about to be jealous in t-minus 3…2…1….
I’m in London!!
Yup! I hopped a flight (carbon offset at a price of $22.66, naturally) to the old continent to visit my dear friend D. in Paris–of the going away party and recycled champagne glasses—and I’m on layover in the land of bad food, class divide, mean tabloids and royalty obsession.
The first thing I saw disembarking my flight? A hunky British dude making direct eye contact. I think I like it here.
D. is living the dream in Paris. On the one hand, I don’t like that my best friend is thousand of miles away. On the other hand, now I have an excuse to go to mother f’n Paris! (She keeps trying to get me to move there, but how could I leave NYC behind?
After we tear it up in the city of lights for a week, we’ll be back in London for a weekend. I’ve spent a whole summer in Paris before, but as the Audrey Hepburn character Sabrina said, “Paris is always a good idea.” But I’ve never been to London. “We must go,” I emailed D. emphatically. “It’s a huge hole in my experience that needs filling.”
So please, if you have recommendations, comment below or tweet them my way! I’ve already gotten a short list of museums, plus un-missable street food and competing recos for the best place to get high tea. (National Gallery, National Portrait Gallery, Tate Modern, Bosphorus Kebabs, The Ritz or Dukes Hotel, respectively).
Also, what does a modern green girl pack for her adventure in world travel? It’s all revealed:

From top left: iPhone charger, compact faux crocodile wallet, John Masters Organics lip balm, Korres non-toxic lipstick in coral, Sigg water bottle (empty for security), apartment keys (stripped of superfluities), laptop charger, Clean Hippie blog business cards and card holder, ChicoBag reusable bag, birth control, handkerchiefs from the Brooklyn Flea (2), pen, sleep mask, iPhone in Anicase endangered species cover, headphones, passport (!), flight reservation, sunglasses gotten for free from advertising partner at work with logo rubbed off with soy nail polish remover (couldn’t find my Kayu sunglasses—darn!). Not pictured: Zebra striped travel pillow made with post-consumer recycled content, laptop, magazines (coming up).

What to Wear for an Overnight Flight
Clearly, the goal is to get as close as to pajamas as possible without looking like a typical American ass. I chose my Degree Six top in soft organic cotton, organic Deborah Lindquist leggings, and a stack of Green Sewn vintage sari bracelets. You can’t see them, but on my feet are fuzzy socks—a Christmas present from my dear sister.
Mags Go Green for Earth Day
I have been busy unsubscribing from catalogues left and right, but I just can’t give up on my print editions of magazines. After all, they don’t put everything on line. And many magazines I get through my work. Piles of magazines have been eating my apartment like kudzu, but flights are a fabulous time to catch up.
Check out this bundle that has probably given me permanent back problems from hauling them to work and then through the subway system to the airport. (No black car for this lady.)

I absolutely loved diving into the April editions, since magazines from inStyle to Self are doing their darndest to pay lip service to Earth day with lots and lots of toxin-free and eco-friendly products—some old friends, some new to me. I also love that InStyle is educating consumers about one of my favorite websites, Skin Deep.
On my to try list: aluminum-free Weleda citrus deodorant, Yes to Tomatoes acne spot stick, USDA-certified organic essential oils by Tsi-La, Mali Organics Koke’e organics sugar body polish, DairyFace Eye Caramba Nourishing Facial Refresher, Butter London non-toxic nail polish, Dairy Kai vegetable base skylight candle, Bracketron’s Mushroom Green Zero wall charger, (all rated high by inStyle) and NY-based Anjolie Ayurveda moisturizers and soaps (thanks Oprah mag!). I even found some goodies in the ads: non-toxic Zoya nail polish and EOS lip balm (the ones you’ve no doubt seen in those little egg-shaped containers).
Of course, when I say “To try,” I do’t mean “Run out and immediately buy everything.” I just mean it’s on my radar if I happen to find myself in need of body polish. Truly being green means being judicious about purchases, yo.
Old favorites: tarte mascara–as recommended by Rachel Roy in inStyle–Priti soy nail polish remover (used to rub logo off those sunglasses I mentioned above), argan oil, and RMS beauty Un Cover Up.
Stay tuned for lots of lovely pictures! I have my big fancy Canon D7, my little canon for nights out and of course Instagram on my iPhone. Meanwhile, enjoy one of my favorite songs about Paris. (Hopefully we will make it to club Showcase! I had to cull my going out options down from three sequined dresses to one.)
Gotta run! My gate just got posted for Pearee.
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Tagged Green Travel, London, Paris
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How to Do a Sunday Mind Cleanse
In fact, it had been a long weekend. A long week. A loooong month. I felt emotionally and physically … drained isn’t the right word. Because I didn’t feel empty. It was like my brain was a muddy puddle where all the silt has been kicked up, and my thoughts were swirling slowly around my brain. Ew.
I was thinking this as I lay in bed at two in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day, but I had missed 60% of it after a big night out. I decided I need a mind cleanse. So I dragged myself out of bed and formulated a plan for how I would feel better by the time I went to bed. Here’s what I did:
Start with:
8 oz Organic Juice Drink
I know this is in the physical cleanse area, but it helps get you in the right frame of mind. My favorite place to get juice drinks is Liquiteria. After pulling on some yoga pants and a top in order to look somewhat productive, I walked the seven blocks south to 11th Street and 2nd Ave to get a bottle of “the killer x,” with apple, lemon, ginger and immunity booster.
Add:
42 Minutes Rooftop meditation
You could do this in the park, but I prefer my roof because it’s the closest thing I have to a backyard in that it’s quiet and private-ish. I can only imagine what Sheep’s Meadow looked and sounded like on a nice day like Sunday. Probably like a music festival.
I took up the ladder outside my apartment door to my humble little blacktop roof. I laid a big, fluffy towel out on the side that looks over the pretty gardens in the back (which, unfortunately I don’t have access to or else I would be down there), and laid on my back for a while, just looking at the blue sky above me. An unseen windchime tinged on someone’s fire escape, and birds chirped in the trees in the garden. In other words: bliss.
Then I assumed a prone position on my stomach much like Wile E. Coyote after he falls off a cliff and splats on the ground. I know you’re supposed to sit up, but that just wasn’t happening and I wanted to be gentle on myself.
I used MyMeditation Lite. This is a simple little app that will guide you through breathing exercises and then will ping you into the main meditation for three, 12 or 30 minutes. I set it to the longest setting of 12 minutes of breathing plus 30 minutes of meditation. I meditated casually. My thoughts wandered often. I would let them for a bit, and then gently shoo them away and empty my head again. When my phone chimed, I already felt a little better.
In a separate bowl mix:
1 Clean Apartment
Really, nothing refreshes like a neat and tidy apartment. I just can’t feel on top of my game when there’s crap scattered everywhere. So I did my dishes, stacked all my unread magazines and recycled the rest, swept the floor and hung up my clothing. I threw open a window to let fresh air in, and just for good measure turned on my ionizer.
Then I chose one space to reorganize–my jewelry box. It’s small and simple, but it’s such a nice feeling to see everything neatly lined up. You could do this with your denim drawer or desk drawer or bookshelf. Anything that makes you feel like you’ve tidied a corner of your life.
Add:
Something Simple for Dinner
Grab a simple vegetable, drizzle it in olive oil and shove it in the oven to roast. The act of cubing the vegetable, the simple seasonings and the fresh taste cleansed my palate of any vestiges of last night’s alcohol and set my mind at ease.
Add:
1-2 Pieces Edifying Piece of Writing
This could be almost anything: an issue of The Atlantic or The New Yorker, some non-fiction about new discoveries in psychology, modern buddhist writing, or even just a celebrated piece of literature from from the past few years. I chose Poser, by Claire Dederer, for my reading.
Warm up:
A Bathtub of Saltwater
Saltwater has wonderful properties, or so I hear. Feng Shui consultants use it to cleanse themselves before doing an apartment energy cleanse, it’s recommended as a remedy for all sorts of maladies, and it just feels nice.
You can order delicious-smelling organic infused salts off of Etsy, but I still have salt left over from my trip to Iceland, so I liberally poured that into a warm bath and soaked, reading my book and drinking a cup of green tea.
Stir in:
1 Call to a Family Member
I owed my grandmother a call, so I rang her up and we discussed the nice, clean, happy things grandmothers and granddaughters discuss: my career, where I had gone out to dinner, the weather in New York versus Arizona, etc. There’s nothing like discussing what you’re making for dinner and singing a round of “You Are My Sunshine,” to feel happy and productive.
Combine and bake for at least 8 hours in:
A Nice Deep Sleep
Whew, that’s a lot of mind cleanse. By the time I was done with all these mind-health activities, it was time for bed. So I climbed into bed, feeling clarified and (almost) looking forward to Monday morning.
See You There: Liv Luna’s How to Create the Love You Want
Love, female empowerment, and a free organic beauty products: Sign. Me. Up.
LivLuna, a site dedicated to cultivating positive self image for women and girls, is holding its first ever NYC event celebrating International Women’s Day at the 1920 Bunker Club, Monday, March 5th from 6 to 9pm, and I will most definitely be there with my camera. (Come say hi!)
The founder, Ms. Maria Goins, is a friend of my editor’s, and I’ve heard nothing but lovely things about her. Also, she’s a knockout. (See below!) It’s going to be an event filled with the kind of people you want to meet.
Entry is FREE and guest list only–sign up as a LivLuna member & RSVP to attend. The first 100 will score a gift bag with travel size organic beauty products and treats.
How to create the LOVE you want! will address what we all want: romantic LOVE. How to attract, keep, and create the kind of love that serves you- mind, body, and soul; connecting the spiritual and the sensual; and how to love yourself in order to create that love!
Whether you’re single, dating, or happily married, you will be empowered, motivated and inspired by the speakers while you network with other LivLuna members over drinks and snacks.
Time: March 5, 2012 from 6pm to 9pm
Location: 1920 Bunker Club, Meatpacking, NYC
Street: 24 9th Ave, at 13th St. (stairs next to Dos Caminos), Manhattan
Special Speakers:
Elena Brower, Founder of ViraYoga and Art of Attention
Yolanda Shoshana, Luscious Lifestyle Diva
Maria Olson Goins, CEO and Founder of LivLuna
Special Appearance by Stand Up Comedian Marla Schultz!
Posted in Events, Lifestyle, New York, Uncategorized
Tagged Event, green events in New York City, LivLuna, sustainable events in new york
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Nights Out: I Know the DJ
A month ago I was sitting around with some sorority sisters, having a cocktail, and telling a story about a fascinating night out. And then another story. And then another one.
When one friend gushed, “Alden, I love hearing these stories about your life. It’s so entertaining,” I blushed. I feel like I’m always talking to much, taking up space in conversation. But lately, she’s right. My stories have been just so damn good. And I haven’t been sharing any of them here. (Well, except this one.)
That’s because this blog is about living sustainably. And what does a DJ booth, a magician, and butt naked and un-photoshopped celebrities have to do with living sustainably? Nothing, really.
And yet, these stories are too good not to share. Mildly inappropriate? Eh, depends on who is asking. If you are a former classmate from my blog- and publicity-averse alma mater, I can imagine you saying, “Alden wrote a blog about how she walked out of the Standard hotel at 9 in the morning,” with a raised eyebrow. But I’ve effectively stopped caring about that subset of the population.
And there is my mother (Hi mom!) and my sister who is a total prude. (Sorry sis, it’s true. But that’s part of why I love you.) For these reasons, not every detail needs sharing. But I find these shiny moments of New York insanity beautiful and exciting, even if they are de rigeur for a certain set of New Yorkers who may pat me on the head for my naïve enthusiasm. I’ve given all of this consideration, and decided I’m going to pay homage to the second half of my tagline, “… in the city,” by throwing up the more notable events. I’ll start with last night.
(PS: This isn’t even the best story. Stay tuned for more.)
I Know the DJ
I love music. Hence, I love DJs. I’ve spent the last few months fraternizing with the guy I’ve referred to as “The DJ” among my friends, and my Spotify playlist is bumpin’ as a result. Despite really enjoying his company, I eventually realized that I needed to move on. (The exact moment can be found in this post.) Mainly because he was unreliable and had odd moments of crass frattiness.
But also it was weird to call him a DJ when his equipment had blown out and he wasn’t even DJing anymore. He was no longer being a waiter to support his DJing on the side. He was just a waiter, and I found his almost complete lack of ambition uninspiring. (I do owe him for introducing me to Floating Points and Koreless, though.)
I really do believe that if you make space in your life, new people will fill it for you. Well, a new DJ entered to fulfill my amazing-music needs, and he’s quite an upgrade.
Michael Arana is a lawyer and DJ, and he’s good at both. I haven’t witnessed his lawyering in action, but his pedigree–Stanford undergrad, NYU law and a stint at Lowenstein Sandler –speaks for itself. And after last night, I can vouch for his DJing ability as well. Here’s a smart lawyer who taught himself to DJ and now draws crowds of hundreds at top-notch NYC venues. It’s a LinkedIn profile deserving of respect.
I should probably clarify now that my relationship with Michael is entirely platonic. My friend is a friend of a friend of a friend of his, and he’s such a gentleman that after I met him at a bar doing a set, when I sent him a Facebook message asking about a music phenomenon, he drafted a thoughtful reply and quickly invited me to some of his events.
He does a weekly brunch, for which I could not find any girl who was available to come with me. Too bad, because apparently they were dancing on tables and one of them (the tables) split in half and crashed to the ground. “Everyone stopped and looked … and then just kept dancing,” Michael told me. Nice.
Last night I brought my girlfriend, who shall be called J, with me to Cielo in the Meatpacking district to see his set for Wobble. He describes Wobble as his “upstart tech-house label.” Whatever it is, it’s amazing, and it’s every third Friday at Cielo.
At first when I realized we were going to a party in the meatpacking district, I groaned. “F–ing Meatpacking district,” I said to J. “I’m never dressed slutty enough, you have to wait in line just to prove you’re pretty enough, and the guys are terrible.” I hoped maybe Cielo was different.
Well, it didn’t really matter what Cielo was like, because J and I got in for free by RSVPing to Arana’s list, and we walked straight to the booth. I expected just to hang out for a little while and then get out of his way, but Michael opened the door and welcomed us in, pouring us drinks and inviting us to hang out there the rest of the night. (And effectively saving us probably $90 in total on alcohol.)
If you ever have the opportunity to hang out in a DJ booth–and I mean a real DJ booth, one with a raised platform and a door and a shelf full of fresh glasses for pouring drinks–take it.
J and I loved it. We barely left the booth all night, except to use the bathroom. We hit the dance floor once, but left after five minutes of physically pushing sketchballs off of us. So we retreated back to the booth to dance there and hung out with cool people.
You know that moment when the DJ gathers up the music, pushing it higher and higher, tensing the dance floor? And then he drops it and the sound explodes and everything is right with the world? Yup, there’s a reason electronic dance music (EDM) is picking up cultural speed this year.
The sound quality inside the booth is the best in the club. The drinks are free. You never have to deal with self-involved guidos hitting on you. You can watch the DJs work, which propelled our enjoyment of the music to whole new levels. Michael handed us a video camera, and we took turns recording the crowd with their hands up and zooming in on Michael’s hands skimming over the dashboard. J really wanted to press the button for the fog machine, so I marched up to the lights guy and asked, and she got to do it. It’s the little things, guys.
I loved the set from the female DJ, Niki, as well. Michael talked about her skill with a sort of awe, which I too felt only five minutes in. It was mesmerizing to watch her tiny butt bounce around in her form-fitting striped dress as she worked the equipment, unleashing energizing beats that demanded you dance.
We were there until 4am, closing down the club, and then headed out to Brooklyn for an after-party involving some Romanians and a tweeter that is just entirely too large for an apartment.
If you want to hear what his music sounds like, here you go. I’ve been bouncing to it at work, it makes for nice energizing ambient music.
Posted in Events, Lifestyle, New York, Places to go
Tagged Cielo, EDM, Michael Arana, Music, New York City, Nights Out, Wobble
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Happy Valentine’s Day!

A restaurant in Union Square glows for Valentine’s day
It’s only eight minutes until Valentine’s Day is over, but I feel compelled to share some of the romantic photos I’ve taken with my new camera over the past few days. It’s such a great camera–it’s big and authoritative-looking, and it makes everything look better than real life. Get ready for the quality of my photos to improve as I grow comfortable with it!

All the moms, boyfriends, girlfriends, and husbands of the ladies at my office really did it up for Valentine’s Day.

I took this one in Williamsburg on Sunday night. How cute is that guy? Lucky gal …
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Tagged Flowers, Love, Photos, Valentines Day
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I Went Dumpster Diving … and Ate What I Found
This post originally appeared on LearnVest.com.
I ate food out of a dumpster.
And so are increasing numbers of educated, employed and perfectly sane people.
The movement is called freeganism, and its adherents use unconventional methods to get things for free. Although some are frowned upon, like digging through the trash, freegans also grow their own food and forage in the park for edible greens and berries.
Those who’ve joined the movement live off of free things for a variety of reasons: preserving the environment, protesting capitalism or just filling their pantries when times are tight. And they share the desire to protest the wastefulness of our food system.
Food, Food Everywhere …
Americans throw out an astounding 27% of available food, about a pound of food per day for each American.
This is because 1) stores feel pressured to keep shelves perfectly stocked at all times; 2) they throw out food with merely cosmetic blemishes; and 3) expiration dates demand that food gets chucked regardless of whether it has actually gone bad. For example, American bakeries keep shelves full all day long for purely aesthetic reasons; at closing time, whole shelves of bagels go directly in the trash.
What Being a Freegan Means
Freeganism started in the mid 1990s and has since spread across the U.S. … and the world. Because freegans tend to be anti-establishment, there are no official numbers on how many exist, but groups meet up periodically for discussion and dumpster diving.
For the most part, stores and restaurant managers ignore freegans, who strive not to bother anyone or make a mess. And there’s no legal gray area: Once trash gets put out on the sidewalk, it’s no longer the property of a store and is available for anyone bold enough to walk away with it—or cook it up for their own ends.
Of course, one of my first questions to a freegan was about food safety. One woman, a freegan since 2003, told me she’s never gotten food poisoning. It’s very uncommon, she said, because freegans take extra precautions in washing and cooking food. Plus, many are also vegans (hence the wordplay), so they don’t eat much meat …
To find out whether a person could actually get a balanced diet from dumpsters—or if the whole thing is just insane—I attended a freegan trash tour, run on a biweekly basis by freegans in Manhattan who want to highlight how much waste consumers and businesses really produce, and, in the process, bring more people over to their side.
And then, the next night, they kindly invited me over for a freegan feast—to taste the results of our foraging.
Here’s how the events unfolded.
Foraging for My Food
Monday, 9:30 p.m.: I meet up with the group outside a large grocery store. Since, by now, most food establishments have put out their garbage for collection the next day, the freegan pickings are plentiful at night. Some attendees are hardcore freegans, and some are curious tourists. They range from college students to one man who looks like he’s in his seventies. Nobody (besides a fellow reporter) is dressed really nicely, but nobody looks homeless either. Overall, the crowd looks smart, sane, open-minded … a lot like people you might pass on a hiking trip.
Before we take off, our leader explains freegan etiquette: always retie all the bags and leave the trash pile cleaner than you found it (to prevent being banned from a store in the future). Also, share what you find with the group. Certain foods come in quantities that are more than you can handle, and while you might not want a bruised apple, someone else in the group might …
Posted in Activism, Brooklyn, Experiments, Food, Lifestyle, New York, Sustainability
Tagged Food, freegans, Zero Waste
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Money-Saving Tip: Pair Up With a Hedge Fund Guy

So there I was, at 11 p.m. on the Monday after Christmas with work the next day, at the LaGuardia airport trying to pick the best way to get home. Last time I was in this situation, I took the M60 bus, which costs all of $2.25 and is more eco-friendly than a cab.
But I was tired, and the last thing I wanted to do was sit in a trundling bus for 45 minutes. I wanted sleep!
So I guiltily found the line for cabs. It was a long one, and while I waited, I had time to think and realize that I was in a long line of singles. So silly–a waste of money and Co2. I considered the skinny college-age dude in front of me, and then the 40-ish, well-dressed guy behind me. I chose the latter. It turned out to be a wise choice.
“Hey, are you going to Manhattan?” I asked.
He considered me a moment before replying. (I was glad I had put some effort into my outfit so I didn’t look crazy.) “Yes, I am … ”
“Do you want to share a cab?”
“Sure, why not?”
So we got to know each other. I told him about my job, he told me about his at a hedge fund. Well, “told me about” isn’t really accurate. Whatever do you say when someone says that? Oh, so interesting. Do you enjoy moving money around on a daily basis? How does it feel to be part of the 1%?
So anyway, I said something bland and we moved onto other topics. By the time our cab came around, we had satisfactorily ascertained that neither of us was crazy, though he did make a comment on what my mom would think if she knew I were taking cab rides with strange men in New York City. “Well, it’s not just you and me. The cab driver is up there.” He agreed, that was something to consider.
Around this time, I guess he decided I wasn’t worth hitting on and brought up his college-age kids, saying they were about my age. Well, I’m 25, but point taken. I didn’t want him to flirt with me anyway.
His was the first stop, as I’m in Gramercy and he was on Central Park South in the Trump Tower. We pulled up in front, and he hand me $40. “I can expense it,” he said. The meter was only at $25. I shrugged and took it, thanking him. “Hey, I never got your name,” I said. I forget what his was. Bill or something. I told him mine, he got out, and I will never see him again.
The cab driver got an awesome tip, we split our emissions in half, and I got a free ride home. Things like this in New York make me happy.
Photo credit: Nestor’s Blurrylife on Flickr
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8 Reasons to Go to Iceland Today
A couple months ago, my editor in chief popped in our cubicle area and said, “Cheap tickets to Iceland! Who wants to go?” Later she told us that she was sure we would decline. We all stared at her with those half smiles that come from thinking, “No way, this awesomeness cannot be happening,” And after a little bit of thought, we collectively decided that, yes, this would actually happen.
So last weekend five of us took a $250 flight across the Atlantic to this little country of 320,000 people. More specifically, the capital city of Reykjavik (rake-yuh-vick), which holds about 60% of those people, to take in the natural wonders, the food, the nightlife and the culture in four days. Now we all want to go back again for longer trip, and here is why:

1. Incredible Landscapes
The picture above is from Thinghvellir National Park, the first stop on our Golden Circle Tour outside of Reykjavik, Iceland. As soon as you pass out of this little capital city, you are almost immediately surrounded by golden-hued mountains, moonscapes of black lava rock brushed with moss, and silvery lakes, all topped by a vault of temperamental sky that can change from moody and gray to angry and hailing to optimistic and bright blue in the space of a half hour. Bring your camera!
Our tour guide with Reykjavik Excursions was utterly charming. This grandfather-type teacher would prattle on about this and that, spouting such wisdom as, “Sometimes we hike up the mountains, and we don’t have anything to do, so we count lava layers!” Every time he wanted to get our attention he would say, “Yaya, my friends!” So cute.

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2. Amazing Food
You wouldn’t think of Icelandic cuisine as a reason to visit, but I assert that it is. Iceland skyr yogurt puts American and even French yogurt to shame (if you want to sample it, a poor approximation can be found in Siggis brand yogurt in Whole Foods). And if you are looking for local food, it’s easy to do so at restaurants like the Icelandic Bar in the main square and the Fish Company, a cozy yet highbrow restaurant down by the port that serves the mind-bending food on vintage plates and platters, and the sauces in little espresso makers.

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We fell in love with Fish and Chips (you might have noticed by now that the restaurant names are not inventive at all), which served lightly fried wolf fish served with fat rosemary potato wedges or on a bed of mango salad, and inventive skyr sauces like ginger and wasabi or coriander and lime. Even Reykjavik hot dogs are the best you’ve ever tasted. A little shack down by the water serves up lamb and pork dogs with fried onions and a special sauce. I had two. They do not sell veggie dogs or t-shirts. Carrie asked and the serious-as-a-heart-attack hot dog seller told her, “We are a hot dog company only.”
If you are a vegan or animal rights activist, however, be prepared to be shocked. Several restaurants feature–along with freshly caught fish–cute animals like puffin, whale, reindeer and even foal. We did, in fact, order minke whale at Fish Company, where the waitress assured us that these whales are caught for research under a quota. We looked at each other skeptically, but chose to take her at her word for the sake of trying to cuisines.
You can see where this is going. My investigations later revealed that Iceland is caught in a controversy similar to Japan’s, in which they flout international law in catching endangered fin whale and selling it abroad under the thin guise of “research”. And minke whale isn’t even a traditional food, according to this article. Our one vegetarian friend did OK, but had to deny herself the majority of the interesting foods found on the menus.
But if you would like to do the opposite of eating endangered species, you can go whale watching at certain times of the year and see the whales in their natural habitat–not on your plate.

3. Clean Energy
Any tour of the countryside showcases all the different ways the grinding of the Eurasian and North American tectonic plates can manifest itself in hot springs, geysers, water-filled crevices and gorgeous waterfalls. So it will come as no surprise that Reykjavik and almost the entire country is powered exclusively with clean geothermal energy. The only drawback: the tap water smells like sulfur. Ick.

4. Blue Lagoon
That opalescent blue water at the Blue Lagoon is chock-filled with healthy minerals, and is as warm as a hot tub. Inside the modern building is a whole spa, a little cafe and a restaurant. Walk out of the changing rooms into the frigid air and you can scamper right into the steaming water, wade over to get a glass of wine and then slather your face with silica mud.
The best place to hang out is right by the pumps that bring the 80-degree Celsius hot water up from deep underneath, cool it to tolerable temperatures and release it into the natural pool. If you get bored you can stand under the man-made waterfall or pop into the steam room or sauna to relax and talk with tourists and Icelanders alike.
At least a week before you plan to go, make an appointment for an in-water massage or salt scrub treatment. I had the salt scrub, where an attractive Icelander covers you with a hot blanket dipped in the water and then meticulously scrubs each part of you with salt while you float in the water. It was delicious. Occasionally I would open my eyes to watch the clouds scud across the darkening sky or take in the vivid sunset colors. By the time we were ready to leave, we were utterly relaxed and our skin glowed.
You can buy products online derived from the mineral rich mud and water from the Blue Lagoon. Just take an extra peek at the ingredients before you buy–they are still in the process of phasing out parabens from the mud masks and facial serums.

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5. Raging Nightlife
We still haven’t figured out what Icelanders do between the hours of 5pm and 12pm. Somewhere in there is dinner, but until midnight, the clubs are pretty low key. Then it explodes and you will find the streets crowded with young people until six in the morning. For a town small enough that everyone seems to know everyone, there is a surprising number of bars, clubs and event venues. The music scene is alive and well, and if you head into the Boston bar (reportedly partly owned by Bjork) you might think you were in a fashionable Brooklyn bar. The crowd and the ambiance is the same, with a DJ spinning tunes behind an ornate wooden carved DJ booth, flocked wallpaper on the walls and tall, thin women with edgy furs and high heels or hipsterish dresses and hats dancing to the music.
As for the music scene, you’ve probably heard of Bjork and Sigur Ros, but try Utidur and Gus Gus for some more delicious musical flavor. Or listen to this Icelandic DJ’s mixes. We just missed the big Airwaves music festival that happened a couple weekends before our trip, chock full of awesome acts from Iceland and elsewhere. (Beach House was one notable import.)

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6. Good Shopping
There are two main streets where you can find shopping, and you only need an afternoon to hit everything. But what is to be found is great. Skip over the requisite cheesy tourist shop, and instead buy yourself a handknit, thick, Icelandic wool sweater, a pair of soft leather boots, a reindeer fur, high-quality outdoor gear by 66 North, or a pretty dress by an Icelandic designer. It’s all there.
7. Hot Men (and Women)
Imagine a Williamsburg hipster with a beard. OK, now make him taller with broader shoulders, and make him blond.
Yup, that’s it. Isn’t he hot? While your out partying, you’ll meet plenty of them, and they’re so darn friendly it won’t be long before they’re welcoming you into their group of friends and all but declaring their love for you. One even offered to take me horseback riding at his brother’s farm, while his brother incessantly texted my boss hoping to someday reconnect with her on one of his travels to NYC. So if you’re wondering what the best place to go is that night to party, just grab yourself a hot Icelandic man as your 12pm-6am tour guide.
8. Close and Cheap
As weird as it seems, this exotic land is a 5-hour plane ride from NYC. And if you’re signed up for travel deal sites, you’ll start seeing amazing discounts on round-trip flights to Iceland soon enough in your inbox.
For accommodations, you could get a hotel, but we rented an apartment on AirBnB, and paid less than $47 per person per night. I think we paid more for food and alcohol then we did on travel and lodging! And I just looked again and found a studio on the main drag for $75 a night. That is ridiculous.
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