Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The choice between a healthy environment and a healthy economy is a false one. They stand, or fall, together.

AMEN.  

NYTimes op-ed “Keep the Clean Water Act Strong”.

Thursday, October 20, 2011
utnereader:

So many people who speak for the wild world seem to feel the need to  speak in the voice of the mystic, a hushed, voice-over reverence. At  times like those there’s very little indication that any of us have the  quality that many humans find most important for living on earth: a  sense of humor. You’d never guess that any of us ever laughed or farted.
Lately, I’ve been invited to give a lot of talks, and when I speak  people sit listening, rapt, or at least putting on rapt faces. If I  really wanted to make it big I would start intoning the phrase “global  warming” over and over. But I’ve got other ideas, however, impure and pesky little ideas that get in the way. For instance, sometimes I  think that, from an artistic point of view, the end of the world might  be kind of interesting. Another troubling notion is that I’m not really sure I want to be this thing called an environmentalist.
I  don’t think it’s unimportant to fight for environmental causes. But the  old, guilt-ridden, mystical envirospeak just isn’t cutting it. My role,  as I see it, is to try to pull the pole out of the collective  environmental ass. For a costume I wear a Hawaiian shirt and to get into  character I drink a few beers. Throughout my talks I make jokes about  how earnest everyone is and the audience usually laughs along  semi-masochistically.
In “My Green Manifesto,” an environmentalist begs his comrades for honesty, accuracy, and a sense of humor. Keep reading …

utnereader:

So many people who speak for the wild world seem to feel the need to speak in the voice of the mystic, a hushed, voice-over reverence. At times like those there’s very little indication that any of us have the quality that many humans find most important for living on earth: a sense of humor. You’d never guess that any of us ever laughed or farted.

Lately, I’ve been invited to give a lot of talks, and when I speak people sit listening, rapt, or at least putting on rapt faces. If I really wanted to make it big I would start intoning the phrase “global warming” over and over. But I’ve got other ideas, however, impure and pesky little ideas that get in the way. For instance, sometimes I think that, from an artistic point of view, the end of the world might be kind of interesting. Another troubling notion is that I’m not really sure I want to be this thing called an environmentalist.

I don’t think it’s unimportant to fight for environmental causes. But the old, guilt-ridden, mystical envirospeak just isn’t cutting it. My role, as I see it, is to try to pull the pole out of the collective environmental ass. For a costume I wear a Hawaiian shirt and to get into character I drink a few beers. Throughout my talks I make jokes about how earnest everyone is and the audience usually laughs along semi-masochistically.

In “My Green Manifesto,” an environmentalist begs his comrades for honesty, accuracy, and a sense of humor. Keep reading …

Saturday, October 1, 2011 Friday, September 30, 2011 Wednesday, September 7, 2011
latimes:

In 1953, smog gets so bad in the shadow of City Hall that pedestrians carry rags to wipe away tears. Scientists began collecting smog particles in the 1950s to analyze what was causing the haze. The primary culprit turns out to be automobiles, not factories.
Photo: City Hall, merely across the street, is dim as Marion E. Lent gropes her way to work. Credit: R.L. Oliver / Los Angeles Times
Our Vintage Times series is presented on Tumblr with photography from the Los Angeles Times archives.

latimes:

In 1953, smog gets so bad in the shadow of City Hall that pedestrians carry rags to wipe away tears. Scientists began collecting smog particles in the 1950s to analyze what was causing the haze. The primary culprit turns out to be automobiles, not factories.

Photo: City Hall, merely across the street, is dim as Marion E. Lent gropes her way to work. Credit: R.L. Oliver / Los Angeles Times

Our Vintage Times series is presented on Tumblr with photography from the Los Angeles Times archives.