Sunshocked

With the dropping price and rising efficiency of nuclear power, I could no longer resist its amazing potential. By nuclear, of course, I’m referring to the fusion process deep within the sun generating spectacular amounts of energy that are then projected to Earth as sunshine. That other stuff is frickin’ scary.

Last Thursday, before a packed house at the Commonwealth Club in downtown San Francisco, Adam Werbach fulfilled his promise to return after declaring Environmentalism dead and share a vision for what might emerge from the ashes of Green. Friends of Roy G. Biv will not be surprised.

Metaphors allow us to give meaning to the ever increasing amounts of information in our lives while maintaining sanity and—hopefully—dignity. But what happens when our metaphors are wrong?

Take your douchbaggery to an all new level, with this new Bluetooth “handset” for your mobile phone.

Have you seen Giuliani’s latest television spot? It’s almost a commercial for an upcoming action movie in the Middle-East, but it teeters precariously on the edge. So I gave it a push.

I made you a mixtape for New Years. I hope you like it.

Criticism of activists tends to fall into one of two categories. First, that they are hypocritical (e.g. driving cars to protest oil). Second, that they are irrelevant (e.g. riding bikes instead of driving cars like the rest of America). So which is it?

I always find it hard to start blogging again after Burning Man; there’s just a cognitive transition that has to happen before you’re able to deal with the “default world”. This year was especially difficult, as I found that my aunt had died while I was away.

A rash of informative but irrelevant signs have gone up in my neighborhood lately, reminding me of the perennial flaw of activism in today’s accelerated and alienated world.

I recently saw “Your Mommy Kills Animals”, a documentary on SHAC (Stop Huntingdon Animal Cruelty) and well-rounded discussion of the animal rights movement. It’s a pity that it’s a Right Wing propaganda piece.