The Best Book Reviews Money Can Buy…


Todd Rutherford was 7 years old when he first understood the nature of supply and demand. He was with a bunch of other boys, one of whom showed off a copy of Playboy to giggles and intense interest. Todd bought the magazine for $5, tore out the racy pictures and resold them to his chums for a buck apiece. He made $20 before his father shut him down a few hours later.

A few years ago, Mr. Rutherford, then in his mid-30s, had another flash of illumination about how scarcity opens the door to opportunity.

He was part of the marketing department of a company that provided services to self-published writers — services that included persuading traditional media and blogs to review the books. It was uphill work. He could churn out press releases all day long, trying to be noticed, but there is only so much space for the umpteenth vampire novel or yet another self-improvement

Biochar Bob goes to Hawaii…

Join Biochar Bob as he travels to Hawaii and talks to a variety of biochar producers and users…

Biochar Bob… has a strong passion for soil science, biochar and life in general. Bob’s mission is to tell the biochar story, through the people, the places, the reasons, and the results related to biochar’s development and use around the world.

Bob is the spokesperson of CAFT: the Char Alliance for the First Tier. The First Tier represents organizations around the world that have working demonstrations and adoptable business models in the developing world. As you must know by now, biochar in the soil, clean cooking charcoal, and cleaner stoves in the home, can all have a dramatic impact on the health and prosperity of developing world citizens. CAFT’s project partners get this and have taken on the extremely hard work of demonstrating such grassroots developments  three very different regions, climates, and nations, and now it’s time for the world, through the eyes of Bob…

GOP: Deceptions wrapped up in falsehoods…


6 Big Lies By Republican National Convention Speakers, Day One…

The entire program of the convention’s opening night was based on a deception wrapped up in falsehoods.

On the opening day of its national convention, the Republican Party refrained from putting its full crazy on display in favor of unleashing a mere torrent of mendacity.

Not that there wasn’t a heavy quotient of weirdness.

A white man sang a full complement of R&B songs to a nearly all-white audience of delegates. (Thank you, G.E. Smith Band.) Old people danced comically to the strains of 3 Doors Down.

The Ron Paul people accused the G.O.P. of