Island Packet and Beaufort Gazette Blogs
This (pdf) press release tells about an interesting event this week in Charleston:
Carolina's Restaurant and the South Carolina Aquarium host dinner to highlight LOCAL sustainable seafood and LOCAL brews
About a dozen Hilton Head Island restaurants are part of the Sustainable Seafood Initiative
The Pony-Up Express: Charlotte finds itself looking for new alternatives to the HOV Lane.
It's a HOT Lane.
A HOT lane works like this: Drivers pay a variably priced toll that allows them to travel at a certain speed, usually at 50 mph. It might be $1 at 2 p.m. and $5 at rush hour.
I don't think this would work on U.S. 278 in Bluffton.
But buying your way past the hoi polloi would go over well here.
The goal is to reach fifth-graders with the Earth Stewards Program - which reinforces field lessons with lab and classroom exercises - and then continue programs in the sixth and seventh grade.
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A couple of stories of unbelievable worth (click on the headlines to read them):
Forgive me for my bluntness, but you aren't famous. I know it's stupid of me to remind you of this (especially since you probably just looked around the room you're in and said "Yeah, clearly.") but some of us really need to make an effort to accept that we're the ones who wait in lines and have to pay for things. Celebrities, however, haven't even begun experiencing all the fruit from their tree of privilege. All day long, they get compliments, validation, huge paychecks, free clothes, free food, free alcohol, invites to parties, better seats at restaurants, concert tickets, influential friendships, unbelievably good-looking people to make out with and, at the end of the day, when they're driving home relaxed and cozy from all that special treatment they got and they're high on the free drugs their fancy dealer gave them, they can travel with the comfort of knowing that a slap on the wrist and a few minutes in jail are all they risk. Imagine that life!
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I still shop at the dollar stores. I'm still on the children about cutting out the lights and not leaving the water on.
Ready to roll your eyes? There's a very small, but nagging part of me that actually wants to read O.J. Simpson's nonconfessional confessional, "If I Did It." But this should come as no surprise to anyone because O.J. Simpson is an abuser and I -- as part of the American public at large -- am just another one of his victims ... sadly, these relationships are never easy to get out of.
Topping the reasons why I shouldn't even entertain the thought of reading this book: I barely know anything about O.J. Simpson. When the whole Bronco chase was happening (which was amazing TV, by the way), I was like "Not Detective Nordberg! ... Wait, he played football too?" ... and, quite honestly, I always thought it was called the Hymen Trophy until one day, rather recently, when it finally dawned on me, "That can't be right." I mean, I figured it was named after a person but there are people with the last names Crapster and Butts ... so it's a little hard to question things when unfortunate last names are an American reality.
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Some background on today's column about Elvis.
You know how some guys can't get certain bathing suits off their minds (particularly those that are bright orange and have some bounce to them)? Well, this is a bathing suit that I can't seem to get off my mind. Yes. These are bathing suits. I know you probably thought they were prototypes for some futuristic space cult uniform where all the women go by the name "Fem," and the color of your waterproof dress thing determines which level on the space social ladder you're on - actually, let's make no assumptions about this ... I call dibs on the culottes.
Beachgoers on the northern tip of Cherry Grove can see the signs of South Carolina entering a new frontier: wind power.