So much of my new year has been spent in my past. Particularly, in Berkeley.
Happy New Year, Earthlings.
I have spent it so far among the elements.
Swim with me a bit.
It is probably not an accident that hip hop legend MF DOOM passed away on the same hallowed holiday our superpowers converged on an environmental conference implementing a legally binding agreement to stop destroying Earth.
As the West is consumed by fire, as predicted fo so long, it is time to bow to my past which no longer exists.
Twelve years ago, on the cusp of a new administration, I crafted a list to save the world from climate crisis. Here we go again (again).
A child of climate crisis, Greta Thunberg has become a champion in search of solidarity to reclaim our future. And the new documentary I Am Greta is her statement of purpose.
The only thing that seems to lessen the Dead Zone asphyxiating the apocalyptic Gulf of Mexico is a globally warmed superstorm.
It is long past time to defund and disempower the nuclear industry.
Its weaponization of the renewable energy movement has no place among those committed to unplugging the climate crisis that has brought us to brink of annihilation.
The skies and air may be cleaner than recent memory. But the coronavirus is still inflicting heavy clean energy casualties during a climate crisis that has yet to be fully addressed.
The bad news? A decade later, Deepwater Horizon remains one the worst environmental disasters in human history. The good news? A decade later, oil is dead.
Solar is only for the rich, goes the usual complaint in defense of a status quo that has led directly to our climate crisis.
That’s a no.
Zoonoses are infectious diseases that fatally strike back after humanity extracts too deeply from their non-human environments, which are under repeated siege from capitalism and worse.
We’re on the right track to solarization. We just need speed up the pace, brighen up this planet, and save our sorry asses.
Captivated by global warming and shortly before I called it cli-fi, I researched and reported the myriad ways life on Earth could die. Few were more terrifying than hydrogen sulfide.
Princess Mononoke meets The Never-Ending Man, as Hayao Miyazaki’s blessed return inches closer to the cli-fi future he chronicled, as it happened.
A decade ago, I talked to the Pacific Institute about their report predicting that the coastal metropolis of California, the world’s fifth largest economy, would be swallowed by global warming.
Matthew Rankin’s surreal, synesthesic short film The Tesla World Light is finally free for all to see. Let us hope Nikola Tesla’s utopian hope for free energy isn’t far behind.
One of our most persistent fictions of climate change is that the food industry, whose waste and emissions must be brought under immediate control if we are to survive the Anthropocene, can live without immigrants, whose existence puts the lie to nations and nationalism.
Call it syndication, or call it the sharing economy. It feels good to see your hard work spread across the spectrum. So thanks to Quartz for picking up my Civil Eats explainer on the Farm Bill’s doom.
My latest investigation for Civil Eats is not so much alarming as predictable. The current presidential administration, already an international laughingstock, has targeted farmers markets for elimination. The punishment? Death by pointless cuts.
In a globally warming, warring world where Americans throw away half the food they grow, nourishing activism with a heart and mind in service of renewable peace is paramount. Enter author Julia Turshen, who I profiled for Civil Eats.
This investigation for Civil Eats is about the terminology we take for granted so that billions of dollars can exchange hands in the organic market, as we throw away over a third of the food we ask our burning Earth to provide us.
When I first learned that Matthew Rankin was crafting a surreal short about Nikola Tesla, I knew I soon would be picking his fertile brain about free energy, bird love, and why dystopians are marching to the sixth mass extinction.
My latest piece for Civil Eats chronicles the victory of sanity over nonsense, Earth over concrete, regeneration over regression. It was an honor to write, and even more brilliant to witness in person.
Another great perk writing for the conscientious Civil Eats? Greens from across the sociocultural spectrum sharing my data.