17 December 2007

The Womenfolk Continued...

First some loser over at Askville.com uses the text of my Womenfolk Tribute without giving me any credit whatsoever. Then Martha Woodroof files a report on National Public Radio affiliate WMRA about the Womenfolk reunion without mentioning me--or even talking to me for background for her story. Now Jeremy Borden in the Charlottesville, Virginia Daily Progress writes a story and to his creidt, he does mention my role in reuniting the Womenfolk. But like Woodroof, however, he didn't bother to contact me for any kind of background information, or to fact check--anyone who has bothered to spend more than a few minutes on my blog can figure out that I am based in Washington, DC not New York.

I have no interest in being the center of the the Womenfolk story. I think they deserve the limelight at this point and would love to have their music reissued. But I am anal enough to be annoyed by how sloppy journalists are. The jerk over at Askville is just some anonymous yahoo on the Internet--although his plagiarism annoys me, I don't expect much more in that kind of forum. But Ms. Woodroof and Mr. Borden are getting a paycheck for their reporting. Are their employers getting their money's worth?

30 November 2007

The Womenfolk Reunite on NPR

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As I mentioned in my post yesterday, The Womenfolk had a little reunion a few weeks ago. Martha Woodroof of NPR's WMRA was there for the reunion. You can see pictures and hear the story here.

29 November 2007

Of Goals and Life (Or Rationalization 101?)

Back in May, I drew up a list of 40 things I wanted to do by the time I turned 40 in August 2009. Earlier that same month I joined an online reading challenge called Reading by the Decade. I have already abandoned one of the items on the 40 by 40 list, and I am about to abandon the Reading by the Decade challenge. And I may even abandon another goal (#23) on the 40 by 40 list. What is my problem you ask? Why am I such a loser that I can't achieve these simple goals? Life, I tell you, life. Not in the sense that life is overwhelming me and I can't possibly achieve these goals. But LIFE, as in I am loving every minute of it. As in, life is too short to not enjoy every minute of it. As in, Philip Roth's American Pastoral, as award-winning as it may be, is just too damn boring for me to care about even though I am 2/3 finished. The irony is that the big things on my list (quitting my old job and starting my new one) have given me a fabulous new lease on life that makes caring about the little things on my list (reading a book I find boring just to make myself a better person) far too tedious. I still have a book in my hands every free chance I get, and I am still going to check out and enjoy the giants of the literary world. But I no longer feel the need to impress myself or anyone else by finishing "important" but ultimately unfulfilling books. The same goes for my life. I will still take a stab at the important goals and even those that aren't fun, but I won't force myself to finish something just for the sake of crossing it off of a list. I could wax rhapsodic about my new job and about how in my former life as a federal government drone finishing a list was sometimes the only sense of achievement I managed to find. But I won't. I am saving that for goal number 7 (Finish my novel).

I Met Babs Cooper

Last weekend when we were in New York City for Thanksgiving, I sat in a diner in the East Village with Babs Cooper of The Womenfolk. As you may recall from an earlier tribute to these great ladies, I have been fascinated with The Womenfolk since 1988. It was only recently, after posting my tribute blog, that I was able to track down, and talk on the phone with, three of the remaining four Womenfolk. After more than 20 years of knowing nothing about them except for a few tidbits included on the back of their 1960s albums, I have had the honor of chatting with (and now meeting!) members of the group.

I was most excited to hear that Babs and the other three remaining Womenfolk got together recently to discuss old times and the future. It had been years, I think even decades, since some of them had seen each other. I am so happy that my efforts in tracking them down served as a catalyst in reuniting this band of talented women. Maybe something even more exciting will be the final result.

18 November 2007

The War on Thanksgiving

About a week and a half ago a Christmas tree popped up in the living room of one of our neighbors. In what can only be a Yuletide arms race, that person's next door neighbor soon decorated his balcony with all kinds of Christmas lights. I can understand why profit-motivated retailers push the holidays earlier and earlier every year, but what compels an individual to do so? Why, when there are still the carcasses of smashed jack-o-lanterns scattered on the streets does someone decide to decorate a Christmas tree the first week of November? And what about Thanksgiving? It is perhaps the loveliest of holidays. It is a shame to skip over it and move right on to the next one.

It could be that we have become a nation of children, unable to delay any gratification and expecting everyday to be Christmas. Or maybe we are a nation of bored, boring, individuals that need shiny objects and blinking lights to feel something. Or maybe we are a nation of Orange County Housewives, whose only goal in life seems to be to shop. Other than a supersized grocery cart, Thanksgiving doesn't really require us to buy anything. Although, it does, of course give us the day after Christmas shopping frenzy. Financial responsibility evangelist Suze Orman has been saying for years that Americans are driving themselves to the poorhouse buying things to impress people that they don't know or don't like. I agree, but would add that our addiction to shopping is not just about impressing others, but it appears that shopping is all we know how to do.

Don't get me wrong, I can really enjoy a good shopping trip. And the other Mr. MyPorch and I don't really want for anything. But what troubles me is how so many people predicate their happiness on a daily basis on the act of consumption and a constant state of personal reward. Just like the Christmas season, why can't the joy of shopping be one of many diverse things that makes us happy throughout the year? How about a little balance? To every thing, turn, turn, turn.

11 November 2007

Sunday Smorgasbord

I have been accused of being a slacker--three weeks off between jobs and I haven't posted anything since October 29th. The trouble is I need to be inspired, annoyed, or bored to really come up with anything interesting to write. I have been really inspired by my new job, but I don't really feel like waxing rhapsodic about that here. At any rate, to satisfy the appetite of those hungry for more, I will lay a few things out on the table for you all to nibble on.

My New Job
Number Two on my 40 by 40 list. I really love my new job. I know that most new jobs have a honeymoon period where things seem rosy, but I have been down that path before and feel confident that I have found a fabulous fit for my skills and interests. I am working as a leisure travel consultant and I couldn't be happier. It is a great mix of being social, talking about travel, and organization. It is like the job was created for me. Not only that, but my new bosses actually appreciate my point of view and listen to me. What a weird feeling that is.

My Old Job
Number One on my 40 by 40 list. I am really glad to be done with my government career. With the exception of some great co-workers and friends at the office, my old work life--the one I spent $50,000 training for at Cornell--really sucked. I am still fascinated by urban planning but trying to do that kind of work for the federal government was worse than awful. And with the feds huge presence here in DC, it is impossible not to be impacted by their bad urban planning decisions even if you work at the local level or the private sector.

DC in the Fall
Everything looks better to me in the Fall. Crisp weather makes me remember the things I love about DC. Just walking down the leaf-strewn, old brick sidewalks under a clear blue sky is enough to "give me a groove" as the other Mr. MyPorch might say. Travel + Leisure just noted in their city survey, that DC ranked number 1 in Architecture (must be the old stuff, because the new stuff is as boring and as pedestrian as you can imagine), number 1 in Museums and Galleries (I can't argue with that, the pickings are wonderful and free), and number 1 in having a "Worldly" population (I guess that is true, there are people from all over the world, but it still seems a little too provincial). During the hot, disgustingly steamy summer, none of these things matters. The only thing that matters is air conditioning. DC is the furthest south I will ever live.

Book Roundup
I have been reading a fair amount lately as you can see from the list at left. Ann Patchett's new title Run did not disappoint. It might be my favorite of hers. The Ward Just was a little boring to me. I usually really like his stuff but this one I found tedious in places. Although it was written in the early 1980s, its descriptions of Vietnam-era Washington certainly have some resonance today. I've just started Emile Zola's Lourdes which is on my Reading by the Decade challenge list. So far I quite like it. I am struggling to get through Philip Roth's American Pastoral which is also on that list. The only other Roth I have read is The Plot Against America and I loved it. With AP, I don't really care about any of the characters. I have a hard time identifying with anyone who, in old age, still idolizes someone from high school. Then again I never idolized anyone from high school.

My Book Roundup
While I was between jobs I did make some decent progress on my own novel. I think it may actually be worth reading at some point.

The Millenial Generation is Scary
Tonight on 60 Minutes they did a piece on the Millenial Generation. I guess it is roughly those kids leaving college today. What a bunch of overly-coddled, entitlement-assuming, wimpy bastards they are. Can you imagine having your parents involved in your job searches and your job performance reviews like they were taking part in middle school parent/teacher conferences? Why aren't these 20-somethings embarrassed by this? One of these Millenial wimps who is making money describing the shortcomings of his generation said that it was because they watched their families struggle making ends meet, giving their all to their companies, and still getting laid off. Boo f'in Hoo. Like they are the first generation to have to watch their parents struggle to make ends meet. No, the real difference, if there is any, is that they had to watch their parents struggle to pay for a lifestyle that they could not afford. They watched their parent's struggle to cope with crushing debt caused by their inability to say no to their precious children.

The point of the 60 Minutes piece was that in the future labor market, as Boomers retire, these Millenial adult infants will be all that employers have to choose from. One them even said that if he is doing well at work, he would appreciate a letter to that effect sent to their parents. Can you believe that?! Could the Fortune 500 companies of the world please unite today (like climate change, we don't have a moment to lose) to not allow that kind of molly-coddling to go any further. You want a six figure salary? Then you better cut the damn cord and stand on your own two feet.

I guess I found something to be outraged about after all. I probably won't sleep well now...

25 October 2007

Condoleezza Rice Leaves the Bubble

A picture truly is worth a thousand words. For those of you who are uncomfortable with such confrontations you should be reminded of the misery that Rice has brought to thousands and thousands of Iraqis. Not just a moment of shock or embarrassment, but loss of life, limb, and livelihood. We are all far too comfortable while this war is being fought in our name with our money.

Click here to check out the video. As I mentioned in this earlier post on Andy Card's rude reception at UMASS, the time for politeness is over.

24 October 2007

The Rain Has Finally Come, No Shots Were Fired

Back in my American Studies grad school days I remember reading about homesteaders in the Plains states who had settled their land during a cycle of higher than normal rainfall. They had good crops for the first couple of years before drier, normal conditions returned year, after year, after year. The result was drought and crop failure and crushed dreams. In those days of limited meteorological knowledge some of the settlers, in their desperation, took to shooting up at grey clouds in a futile attempt to make it rain.

I remember reading this and feeling somewhat embarrassed for our brave pioneers. Who could be so dumb right? But lately I have felt a small bit of their desperation. I am probably not the only one here on the drought-stricken East Coast this summer who secretly wished he could shoot up at the clouds and make it rain. It was as if Mother Nature had forgotten how to rain. I don't farm, I don't have a lawn to keep green, and I don't live in an area that faces immediate water shortages so I had no real reason to feel so desperate about our lack of rain.

I think my desperation was born out of an overwhelming fear that the whole world is out of kilter. Drought, wildfires, floods, hurricanes, war, terrorism, pandemics, the ever worsening mortgage crisis, the incredible shrinking dollar, the ever expanding federal debt, the rise of new world powers, the decline of our own power, apathy, distrust, incivility. Most of these things have impacted the world in various combinations and in various intensities for probably all of recorded history. And it is hubris to think that we are living in unusual times.

But the thing that makes it all seem too much to bear is that we have far more information about our opportunities and constraints than sentient beings on this planet have ever had. What we lack is the willingness to do anything constructive with that information. Why are there so many things that we refuse to deal with? I sit here typing this with my windows open listening to the steady rain that eluded us all summer. It sounds wonderful.

I only wish I could send some of it to California. But I can't. No one can.

We continue to act as if we can outsmart the planet. We continue to overpopulate and to farm areas that have insufficient water supplies. We continue to build whole communities in flood plains along the Mississippi. We continue to build multi-million dollar vacation houses in hurricane prone areas. We continue to eat up valuable farmland and natural areas with ugly sprawl. We continue to pollute the air and the water. We continue to burn fossil fuel at an alarming rate. We refuse to use the technology and knowledge that we already have to do anything about anything--unless of course, it makes more money.

We seem hell bent on creating a Mad Max future. Does it have to be that way? Our cloud-shooting forebears at least had the excuse of ignorance. What's our excuse?

22 October 2007

Ian McEwan's Latest Novel is Stunning

As you can see from my reading list for the year (shown in the left margin of MyPorch) and posts here, here, and here, I love to read. And according to my spreadsheet of books read, I have finished five of Ian McEwan's twelve novels. All of them have been pretty quirky. They tend to describe unusual and odd circumstances and characters. Yet McEwan has a way of making those oddities seem at least as normal, or as understandable, as they are twisted. His latest book, On Chesil Beach, is no different. Sure it is not twisted in the same way that The Cement Garden is (i.e., entombing a dead mother in cement in the cellar), but it is emotionally disturbing.

Despite their love for each other, the two main characters in On Chesil Beach (two virgins on their wedding night in 1962) lead isolated emotional lives which cause all kinds of complications on their honeymoon. Although their specific circumstances might seem foreign to those of who came of age in the 1980s or later, the challenges they face communicating with each other can feel awfully familiar. After all, emotion can interfere with even the best interpersonal skills. We have all had those moments where something is said or unsaid--often times unknowingly--that leads to confusion, hurt feelings, or anger. Those moments when language gets in the way of love.

There are other currents at work in this book far more disturbing than bad communication, but I am not going to talk about those issues here. I don't want to ruin it for you.

The book is at times funny, beautiful, and devastating. Over the course of a year I read books that I end up either hating, tolerating, liking, or loving. And--not being a fan of self-help books--on rarer occasions I read one that grabs me emotionally and gives me something to think about. It is amazing that McEwan is able to do that in this smallish book of 200 pages. Go out and get this book.
SPOILER ALERT: Don't read the comments left for the post if you want to discover one of the mysteries of the book...

15 October 2007


Well, frankly this is old news by now. I have known for a while that I had a new job, but I wanted to wait until it was a little more official before I said anything in this forum. Suffice it to say I am very happy about my new position. Big pay cut, but I envision nothing but blue skies and lollipops.

28 September 2007


Well, yesterday I got an email from a very cool potential employer telling me that he was planning on sending me an offer letter next week once he is back from a work trip. Prudence would have cautioned against taking action before actually getting that offer letter. But Prudence wasn’t around so we ignored her advice. (ha ha)

22 September 2007

It's Here!

The new novel by the lovely and talented Ann Patchett has finally arrived in bookstores. Despite my vow to not buy anymore books for a while (I have 104 unread books in my nightstand), I couldn't pass up Patchett's newest novel Run.

I am not going to read it just yet, I want to savor it. But I did want to make sure I got a first edition of the book before it was too late.

A friend of mine in New York gave me a copy of Patchett's novel Bel Canto back in 2001. I loved the opera singer angle and thouroughly enjoyed the book. I followed up Bel Canto by reading every other book by her that I could get my hands on. They are all good. One of the great things about Patchett is that she is a writer who writes about things other than becoming or being a writer. Don't get me wrong I love reading about literary lives, struggling or otherwise, but I am quite impressed by authors who write about worlds that are not noticeably autobiographical.

And I think she is as cute as a button. She looks like the kind of person with whom I want to sit in a cozy cafe drinking hot cocoa and gossiping. I have no idea why I think so. Maybe she just reminds me of friends I have had in my life over the years.

You may remember that this is not the first time I mention Patchett and her work. You can check out posts here and here.

Now do yourself (and Ann) a favor and go out and buy one or two (or all) of her books!

Man, am I grumpy this morning...

I made the mistake of reading the newspaper this morning which has me spitting mad about a million different things. Plus, our beautiful, fall-like weather has given way to heat and humidity.

So, rather than focus on the grumpies, I am just going to post these lovely photos we took while we were in Australia. No prizes for guessing the building.

15 September 2007

We told you so, we told you so, we told you so!

Alan Greenspan's new 500-page memoir, The Age of Turbulence, was provided to MyPorch by his publisher, Penguin Press, with a legal agreement that I wouldn't write anything about it until its official release date on Monday. But, since the Wall Street Journal bought a copy on the streets of New York ("hey buddy, you wanna buy some Greenspan?") and published excerpts on its website, why shouldn't I be able to do the same?

(Well, to be entirely accurate, you need to insert "the New York Times" in place of "MyPorch" in the paragraph above. And I haven't actually read or even seen the book, but why should that matter?)

At any rate, the excerpts that I read in the Times this morning, had me feeling alternately smug and furious. Smug because Greenspan is finally confirming what some of us have been screaming for years--that President Bush and the former Republican Congress did their best to bankrupt this country with reckless tax cuts and runaway spending. And furious because we only get to hear these things when it is too damn late. I know that Greenspan was in a more difficult position needing to remain as apolitical as possible, but surely he could have done something to inject some reality into W's twisted brand of voodoo economics.

Still, we can add Greenspan's post-employment, post-8 million dollar book advance critique of Bush's recklessness to a long line of former officials who only found their tongues and their spines after leaving office. Just think if Christie Todd Whitman had actually done her job as the head of EPA rather than wait until she was out of office to take a stand. Just think if Colin Powell had done the right thing while he was Secretary of State.

But then again I shouldn't blame these folks too much. Anyone willing to think rationally should have understood the damage being done to our country on any number of issues without the help of this kind of memoir. It didn't take a genius to understand what the Bush/Cheney administration and the Republican Congress were doing to the U.S., yet the electorate sent these jokers back to Washington in 2002 and 2004.

Greenspan saved his highest praise for President Clinton, noting his keen interest in economic issues and for his "consistent disciplined focus on long-term economic growth."

But again, it doesn't take an oracle to figure out the intellectual and ethical bankruptcy of George W. Bush and Company. In the 2000 election everyone wanted a president they could have a beer with. I didn't. I wanted a president like Bill Clinton or Al Gore, one that would show up for the job and take it seriously. The press and Ralph Nader told everyone that on policy, Bush and Gore were the same person. I knew better than that. I even did a Nader Trader vote. A friend of mine in Minnesota was going to vote for Nader because she believed the BS. Living in the Democratic safe state of New York at the time, I promised to vote for Nader if she voted for Gore in Minnesota which was threatening to vote red. Why were so many people fooled? Within weeks of coming to power Bush rolled back several environmental protections that showed just how different he was from Al Gore. Thanks Ralph.

In the 2004 election I spent a lot of time in Pennsylvania and Ohio knocking on doors for John Kerry. In the five days leading up to the election I was pounding the pavement in Cleveland to boot this buffoon out of office. Again, one didn't need tell-all memoirs to understand the damage Bush and Co. were doing to the country. I was amazed at the number of people who, despite lots of evidence to the contrary, believed that Bush was doing a good job in the war on terror and a good job in Iraq. We knew in 2004 just how bad things were going on both fronts so why were these people so confused or blind? I wonder if they still are?

As for Mr. Greenspan, it appears that his book was written with rose colored glasses. Not about the Presidents he served with, but about his own culpability in shaping economic events. He has given himself a pass on many things including being clueless about the subprime mortgage implosion. Well, he wasn't clueless, he chose to ignore warnings that would have clouded his rose colored view of the "free" market. I know that on at least one occasion he was warned about the securitization of the mortgage industry and the potential impacts that that could have on homeowners, the mortgage industry, and the economy. He was dismissive to say the least.

I don't take any comfort in being able to say "I told you so". Too many people have died and too many truly bad things have happened to our treasury, our Constitution, and our planet over the last six years to feel any joy in having been right. My only hope is that people will wake up enough to think and vote rationally in 2008. Forget about folksy, we need someone with a brain capable of more than just sustaining vital functions and basic motor skills.

03 September 2007

Australia Part IV: The Recap

This was our first trip to Australia and it exceeded our expectations in every way. The natural beauty of Australia and its beautiful cities were only surpassed by the friendliness of Australian people.

We were also very lucky and had pefect weather everywhere we went. The Austrlian winter (North American summer) is definitely the time to go to the Great Barrier Reef. (In the Australian summer the GBR gets pretty hot and the stinging jelly fish are apparently everywhere.) Melbourne with its chilly, fall-like temps was a wonderful change from summer in DC and the weather in Sydney was perfect for walking around and enjoying the city. The winter shadows also made for some beautiful views throughout our trip.

The quality of life in Australia makes it a little hard to come back to the crumbling, crime-ridden streets of the 'richest' country in the world. Australians may be taxed to high heaven, but at least they have something to show for it.

Now if I could only get over this killer jet lag...

Australia Part III: Sydney

I am glad we went to Melbourne before we went to Sydney. Melbourne is a wonderful place but Sydney was so fabulous that it would have been a let down if we had gone to Sydney first. Not only that, but if we had reversed the order we would have been rained out in Sydney. But, as it turned out, we had beautiful weather while were in there. They were having unseasonably warm days in the mid-70s.

I know I am prone to hyperbole, but Sydney has got to be one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I know Travel+Leisure magazine thinks so. I could live in Sydney in a heartbeat--if only it wasn't located half way around the world.

The pictures above were taken from our hotel room. The views were amazing and we could easily walk downtown, take the CityRail which was right next door, or walk through the great neighborhoods of Potts Point, Paddington, Surry Hills, and Woollahra.
Normally we would not do so, but we ended up staying at the Holiday Inn. We were originally scheduled to stay at a cheapish boutique hotel in the same neighborhood, but the bathroom was so moldy it set off the other Mr. MyPorch's allergies. Not only was the Holiday Inn close, clean, and comfortable, but the views were great and it only cost $50 more a night than the depressing boutique where we spent our first night. It is making me rethink my automatic bias against big chains.

Sydney Harbour

Sydney Skyline

Sydney Neighborhoods

There was a lot more old building stock than we expected to see in Sydney. The neighborhoods surrounding the central business district were felt like a combination of San Fransciso, New York, and Portland. Pleasant and walkable with lots of shops and cafes everywhere.

Parks in Sydney

Like Melbourne there are is a lot of wonderful greenspace in Sydney. The main difference is that in Syney much of the park space is found in one big chunk of green downtown with fewer parks scattered throughout the city. Sydney's Botanic Gardens and Hyde Park form an enormous green park on the harbor right in the heart of work a day Sydney. There are very few U.S. American cities that have this kind of access to green space in the central business district. Given the wonderful weather while we were there the Sydneysiders who worked downtown to good advantage of the park on their lunch hours.

Transit in Sydney

The transit system in Sydney relies a lot more on buses than the system in Melbourne. It might turn out to be just as convenient, but for the visitor it is a little more difficult to navigate the buses in Sydney over the trams in Melbourne. There is one tram line in Sydney but it feels much like the one- or two-line light rail systems in North American cities. I guess it makes up for gaps in the heavy rail system that runs throughout the Sydney central business district and the suburbs, but it seems rather isolated. The heavy rail system moves a lot of people throughout the metro area but it has limited reach in some parts of town and bus use becomes a necessity. But even this doesn't seem like much of a problem given the quantity, frequency, and quality of the buses in Sydney.

Even more isolated than the one tram line in Sydney is the monorail system. It consists of one loop that hits the core of downtown and the convention and entertainment districts. I think I saw a few Sydneysiders riding the monorail, but it seemed to be the domain of tourists. It must get a good workout when there is a convention in town but it seemed pretty sad when we were on board. An added annoyance is that the cars are broken up into small comparments that seat about 8 people with no connections between cars. No doubt this is because a monorail isn't wide enough to have a center aisle, but the feeling was pretty confined, not to mention dated and kind of ugly.

An integral part of the commuter transit system are the ferries that move people from the Circular Quay in dowtown Sydney (right next to the Opera House) to various suburban neighborhoods outside the city core. We took a ferry one late afternoon out to Manly. Within about 35 minutes (30 minutes on the ferry and 5 minutes on foot) we were sitting on the beah. One can only imagine what it must be like to live in Manly, steps from the ocean and yet be to work in downtown Sydney in less than 45 minutes.

02 September 2007

Australia Part II: Lizard Island and the Great Barrier Reef

Lizard Island: Reefs and Beaches

Being part of the Great Barrier Reef system, Lizard Island is great for snorkelling. Ten feet from the shore and it is like the entire cast of Finding Nemo is swimming by through the coral. Unfortunately, we have no pictures of the life under the water but no picture could really do justice to how beautiful it is anyway.

The resort also has little dinghies stocked with a made to order picnic hamper that guests can take out on their own to one of the secluded beaches.

We also went on a full day snorkelling excursion to the outer reef where we saw even more spectacular ocean life. It was like having National Geographic Special play out before your eyes.

Lizard Island: The Resort

The only thing missing at Lizard Island was Mr. Roarke and Tattoo. (Well, and the supernatural fantasy fulfillment as well...) After an hour flight from Cairns in a single-engine plane we were greeted at the airstrip and whisked off to the resort where we were greeted by the General Manager, a waiter holding a tray of drinks and a table with delicious canapes. And this was all before we even checked in. Beside the research station, the only thing on the island is the 40-unit Voyages Lizard Island Resort and living quarters for the extremely helpful and always cheerful staff.

This was my first time staying at an all-inclusive resort and I must say that I liked it. Unlike all-inclusive resorts in other parts of the world, on Lizard Island there is no local economy or indigenous population so one doesn't have to feel guilty about giving all of your money to a large company. Of course that is a bit of a narrow and simplistic view of that topic, but I am sticking to it.

Our Sunset Point Villa was beautifully simple and spacious. Our room had views of two different beaches and a verandah with a chaise lounge and a hammock. Our king size bed was very comfy and the large bathroom with a wondeful shower. Being all-inclusive, everything in the mini-bar was included in the cost of the room. The only problem was that our three meals a day were more than enough to keep us sated so their wasn't much call for dipping into it.

The place was pricey, but worth every penny.

Lizard Island: The Sunsets