A few months ago, I read an article in DWELL magazine talking about the “slow build movement” happening in this country. Here I thought we were just slow builders, but it turns out we are actually part of a “movement.” While I’m not too sure the “slow build movement’ is going to catch on like wildfire, (mostly because people don’t like to live too long with unfinished projects), we realized the time we’ve been taking to build may have actually led us do a few things right. We know this because we are still married. [...]
Part of the Green Green Owner/Builder series
by Jen Pennington
Since I’ve been writing about efficient alternative vehicles and recently with coverage of the November SEMA 2009 show, it’s probably only fair that I share some of our own auto choices. While purchasing a hybrid would surely be nice, it was not practical for us at the time [...]
by Jen Pennington
Photos by Robert J. Pennington
When you think of mobile home travel, a really big, gas guzzling RV or motor home comes to mind. The kind that needs a hook-up to a water and power supply and seeks to impose itself on the very environment it’s meant to enjoy. At SEMA 2009 amidst all the hundreds of show cars, while looking for greener vehicles, I stumbled upon a compact, tricked-out towable trailer made for overland travel. The little trailer from Adventure Trailers came complete with tent, rack, cooking oven, mini fridge and a portable rollout solar pad that sits atop the tent structure. Along with other amenities, the solar pad generates enough electricity to power the rotary, variable-speed compressor for the refrigerator and freezer. Continue reading Overland and Off-The-Grid
Now that my husband Bob and I have built two small sheds and a 110 sq. ft cabin, it was time to take on the Big House. A term generally reserved for a jailhouse, the locked in feeling to this project both financially and physically has us doing two to five with some time off for good behavior. [...]
By Jen Pennington
Jennie, remember to tell ‘em these vegetables are organic and they can’t buy ‘em in the stores.” My father, Ralph Siegel was well ahead of his time. As kid in the 70s, I didn’t really understand the consequence of what he was saying. We just knew Dad didn’t use pesticides and that he was crazy about something called “organic gardening.” He grew way more than we could possibly eat and if I helped pick the countless rows of string beans, I could sell some veggies and keep part of the profits. I was a door-to-door-10-year-old-organic-vegetable-salesgirl with a wagon filled with zucchini, peppers, tomatoes and orange, acid-free tomatoes he told me to charge an extra dime for. I dragged my cart around our Northport, Long Island neighborhood, heading first to the Italian ladies who would always buy the most and lighten my load sooner. Continue reading Growing up Green
by James McGrath
It seems like I have been riding some form of public transport all my life. Many of my earliest memories are of taking the shaky old lift (that’s an elevator for you Americans) at Wapping Underground Station, down to a very old, dark and damp platform to pick up the East London Line to Whitechapel. The glow of the train’s lights coming down the tunnel still gives me a tingle of excitement when I think about it all these years later. I even had a nightmare once that I got stuck in that lift. But don’t think all my experiences on public transport have induced nightmares. Many have been the stuff that dreams are made of. Continue reading What You Missed While I Was Riding the Bus