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SRAM X0 Bicycle Twist Shifter Set (9-Speed)
SRAM ESP X.0 twist shifter pair, 3 x 9 speed, compatible with SRAM ESP rear derailleurs
ESP rear shifters must be used with ESP rear derailleurs
All SRAM front shifters work with all major brands of front derailleurs
All SRAM twist shifter sets include grips
Includes cables and friction front shifters; housing sold separately
Cables are replaced without removing shifters
Item Specifications- Left Shifter
FD/Shifter CompatibilityMountain Triple
Item Specifications- Right Shifter
Cassette SpacingShimano/SRAM 9
Shifter/Derailleur CompatibilitySRAM 1:1
Fw: Berkeley, United States
--- On Sun, 10/25/09, Carole Bennett-Simmons wrote:
Thank you for calling for this historic day of worldwide action!
Our Book Club has seven members, old enough to be grandmothers, and we think about the younger generations facing global climate change. We wanted to take action for the 350.org International Day of Climate Awareness Action so we decided to come up with a list of books that would inspire people to change their lives to help with global climate change. We asked our friends to recommend some too. So here are some books that we hope will get people thinking and talking about how to make changes in their own lives, in their communities, and in their countries to bring the carbon dioxide level down to 350. We hope other book clubs and individuals will like the books as much as we did.
Patty, from our book club says: The most
influential book for me way back in the 70s was Rachel Carson's book Silent Spring, it was the beginning of the environmental movement then and should still be read today.
Eileen’s from the book club too - My daughter left this book with me before moving to Washington DC and it is really good. Actually I would recommend it for any book club - The World Without Us by Alan Weisman. It is a very hopeful book about the environment.
Lauren, book club member – I recommend The Lazy Environmentalist on a Budget (Save Money, Save Time and Save the Planet) by Josh Dorfman. This is a very practical book with tips on how to do easy small things that help. Because of this book, we turned in our minivan, under the Cash for Clunkers Program, and purchased a Honda Fit - a car that was recommended in this book. We also like it because it was given as a gift by one of our kids who aspires toward more green living herself and is always nudging us
to do so too. This book is right up our alley for it's immediate practicality - breaking the problem down into small, doable, realistic pieces.
Mary (the book club meets at Mary’s house) –Loved the book Devils Teeth by Susan Casey, a gripping nonfiction account of life on the Farallon Islands just outside the Golden Gate in San Francisco. There, not far from our shore, is a wild world of seabirds, seals and great white sharks, whose power and beauty so close to our homes is miraculous.
Barbara, Mary’s best friend and book club member - recommends Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. Just like in the book, our Barbara raises a lot of her own vegetables in her front yard and has happily kept chickens in the city for many years. She also recommends Toxic Loopholes by Craig Collins, coming out in summer 2010. This book explains how polluters get around legal environmental protections. Craig is Barbara’s
Carole, Mary’s other best friend, says - Another great book our book club read was Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan. It was a real education about how wasteful, polluting and unhealthy the American food delivery system is and how we can change it. No more regular hamburger for my family after that book! It’s grass fed, free range from now on.
These next four books came to us from our friends who belong to Green Sangha a local environmental group seeking environmental change through peaceful actions.
The American Earth, 2008. As America and the world grapple with the consequences of global environmental change, writer and activist Bill McKibben gathers the best and most significant American environmental writing from the last two centuries. Edited by Bill McKibben.
In Defense of Food, by Michael Pollan. In the book, Pollan postulates that the answer to healthy eating is simply to "Eat food. Not too
much. Mostly plants." Pollan argues that nutritionism as an ideology has overly complicated and harmed American eating habits. He says that rather than focusing on eating nutrients, people should focus on eating the sort of food that their ancestors would recognize.
Farm City, by Novella Carpenter. The desire for a simpler life in the country, filled with the excitement of living like pioneers, spurred Novella Carpenter's parents to move away from the Bay Area in the 1970s. While their countercultural back-to-the-land experiment ultimately fell apart, the underlying idea persevered, and, in the midst of working on her master's degree at UC Berkeley, Carpenter decides to dig a garden and start raising turkeys, rabbits and pigs. Only the difference is she's not farming out in the middle of nowhere; she's raising food on a vacant lot behind her apartment on 28th Street in Oakland.
The Dream of the Earth, by Thomas Berry. This
classic eco-theological work was first published in 1988. Thomas Berry, one of the leading environmental thinkers in North America, presents a vision based on courtesy and empathy for the earth and all living things. Berry celebrates the human-earth relations pioneered by Native Americans and calls for further steps in the healing of the planet. He believes that churches
The Border, not a very pretty place
***Milly almost finds her breaking point *****
I have realised that there maybe a point that I crack. I headed off at midday toward the Norwegian border it was drizzling the scenery was ugly, the trees has shrunk, I was cycling along scrub land. After about 40km I find myself at the Finish Norwegian Border, it is ugly and Norway across the border looks uninspiring. I cycle on rather unwillingly looking forward to coming to the first Norwegian town to have a coffee another 40km away. It’s raining and I am cycling into a head wind my legs feel tired and I know that my over optimistic target of Alta on the sea, another 180km away is not going to happen. Suddenly, as I come to the top of a gradual hill, there in front of me is a race track of a road, for miles lots and lots of swooping hills, my heart lifts and I find I am grinning and;
“Yipppppppppppppeeeeeeeee” I shout, I find power back in my legs and fire down the first hill. HELLLLOOOOOO Norway! I remember how much I love hills and race along, before long I find the cycle tourer who set of before me, I zoom past him,
“Hellooooooo” I shout as I fly past him and up the next hill leaving him cranking along at an amazingly slow place and I thought wow I didn’t think someone could cycle so slowly.
The first town in Norway is really awful and as with nearly all the towns that I came to in the north of Norway, looks like an industrial state (This is due to quick rebuilding after the second world war). I top up on coffee and some food from the supermarket. To my joy the sun comes out. I set off and I decide that a 220km day is possible, it was 4:00pm and I still had another 120km to go, but hey the sun never sets!
It’s not long when my legs tire, the 380km the previous two days catch up on me. It begins to rain, I am so so tired. I put my waterproof coat on, OK I say to myself you can stop, just look for a place to camp, but I know that there is a part of me that won’t give in. It is now pouring with rain, I am soaked, with 100km to go I see a roadside cafe I go in. I leave a river of water behind me as I walk and to their great amusement I ask them to fill my water bottle. I take the opportunity of shelter to put an extra layer under my coat then head off. The rain is now torrential hammering on my hood, echoing in my head, I have rivers running through my shoes, I can’t look up as the rain is lashing into my eyes and I try to work out why I am so against waterproof trousers. There is no shelter anywhere so I have to go on, it’s 90km to go and the rain is still pouring I stand in the rain and eat a lot of food then take a packet of Jaffa cakes into my left hand and set off. It is this moment that changes everything, I cycle along and turn my head to the side so I can see without the rain hammering into my eyes and push a Jaffa cake up out of the packet and feed it into my mouth. It is bizarre, I see the Jaffa cake and have to double take to check that I am actually pedalling a bike in the pouring rain in the arctic circle, as for that moment I felt like I was sitting somewhere inside, very dry and cosy eating a Jaffa cake with a cup of tea. It was then I knew I was going to make it to Alta, I could do another 90km. I finished the packet of Jaffa cakes and then went a little mad, I whooped and screeched and laughed as I went along I was truly happy! The rain kept pouring in unbelievable quantities and I began singing at the top of my voice. To keep going I constructed an opera around me about being in love with the yellow signs that appeared every 10km telling me the distance to Alta, I would be dying to see them then when they appeared I would decide actually they weren’t quite right for me and the next sign would be the true love…. Mmm one for the West End perhaps?
At 40km to go the rain was still torrential it was quite amazing that it was still going. The noise of the rain in my head was beginning to get to me, there was still no where to shelter and now with a lake to one side and a steep hill to the other no where to put a tent up. The roads were rivers, I was getting quite cold.
“Please God just let it stop raining” I found my self repeating. I caught myself and managed to get a grip again. The scenery was amazing, I was now cycling along a rushing river through a gorge but I could still barely see for the rain and all I could think was this would be great if it wasn’t raining.
I lost it again.
It was getting very cold and now I was beginning to really panic, I need to be dry, I need to be dry I was repeating in my head. I knew I had to get a hotel I had to get dry, so at 20km to go I get off my bike find the guide book and my phone I can barely hold the phone as my hands have ceased up. I manage to dial the number of the hotel, it rings, only once, then my phone dies. I am at breaking point, I stand in the rain, exhausted, cold, extremely wet, I can’t move
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