Saturday, June 3, 2017

Arte de Rua Amazonica

A brief travel to the state of Acre in Brasil to do research into the contradictions of the California pollution trading schemes and the green capitalism of business as usual in the Amazon revealed a good people in a frontier town with an unexpectedly amazing diversity of street murals.
Rio Branco, Acre, Brazil 



Murais Pintados










Chico Re
Rubber Jungles
A documentary deep dive on the commercialization of the legacy of Chico Mendes. The legacy of Chico Mendes lives on -- not in the marketing campaigns of governments or pro-corporate pollution trading NGO's -- but in the struggle of the peoples of the Amazon forest.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Ticker Tape of Aliso Canyon Climate Chaos

UPDATE: Leak halted on February 11, 2016. ORIGINAL POST: How long will this counter keep counting? Posting this now just to really test how long this disaster will continue. Just to be clear, as of Jan 5 when this is posted the ticker for metric tons of CO2 equivalent is just over 6,500,000. Where will it end? Remember that California is supposed to be a "climate leader." The proof is in the pudding. Just look at the tale of the Aliso Canyon ticker tape. 

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

A Headwaters Hike

This is classic old school archives material, from December 1990, 25 years ago to the month. Here on the Voz Silvestre blog I share the scanned images of an old North Coast back-to-the-lander independent newspaper. It was fun to find and remember how I once scrabbled out a "natural history essay" that came from rooting around as an early-twenties "forest defender" that the hippy activists I admired so much at the time decided to publish on the cover of the very last edition ever printed of the Country Activist. Simple title: A Headwaters Hike. In a media that was truly independent. Technology was kicking in--I think I wrote the piece by hand but then edited and typed it in to a word processor that was in the old Ancient Forest International (AFI) office, that is now Persimmons, in Redway, California. But this was still distributed on paper, a very old school (and effective!) civics affairs organizing tool.

This is another example of how keeping a journal back in the day translated into relatively coherent and complete (in some few instances!) writing pieces. But I never was (nor will be) a true writer or wordsmith, I am simply not prolific enough. Still, this is a funky and authentic archive glance at my writing from back in the day. It is pretty fun to soak up the idealism and the fire of youth as captured in this piece that I put together and submitted literally in the very days before launching out as a mochilero south bound, to eventually arrive to a pre-determined destination with a commitment to work in Nicaragua as a volunteer for more than six months. It was different traveling back then. I was so fortunate to learn of the world on my own terms. From the old growth of the Pacific Northwest to the social movements of Central America, my explorations were always heavily diversified. I understood early on that biological diversity included and was completely interdependent with cultural diversity. Little by little I have been uncovering some curious old samples. Sooner than later though the memory lane silliness won't be sufficient to keep me entertained, the boxes will get put away in storage, and I am going to have to generate some new material. It is however very grounding to look back.




 

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Tracking Oneself To The Source

Here is a sample of writing from my notebooks kept in that age before I relied on the Internet or anything too technical for communications. These are scanned photos of a write up from a journal that I must have transcribed some long time ago and then thrust into a scrap book stored with old photos. This piece is built from a journal kept on a November 1993 backpacking trip in the Trinity Alps, praying for snow, touching earth. It is worth the read, at least maybe just for kicks, but also to think a little about identity with place, and the long journey of this life of mine.





"It is possible to look upon humans and their civilization as a biological and geological force not qualitatively different from the volcanic eruptions, glaciations, and other catastrophes that have disturbed organic evolution. Nuclear wars and wholesale industrial pollution may do life on earth more damage than a billion years of exploding volcanoes, but anthropoid greed and convection currents in the earth's mantel seem about equally random and senseless. Molecules swimming in the skull of a primate or sixty miles underground - what's the difference? Both explode when pressures get critical." -- David Rains Wallace from The Klamath Knot

Pray for snow!


Sunday, October 11, 2015

Android Antics 2015

A long and very warm year is underway on the North Coast, the dry dry climate is literally accentuated by unprecedented warm temperatures. It is one thing that there is water scarcity, it is another that things are so warm. I am hardly the documentary maker of all things drought like in California, but things on the landscape and on the political cultural front do seem to be intensifying. In our crew we stay grounded with family vibes, as we get ready to move on into the world, out of provincia, as it were. Yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Yet, undoubtedly, things, that being, las cosas, are changing. Prospects are looking up for new adventures that promise quality avenues for affecting positive outcomes.

The images to follow have absolutely nothing to do with any of that which is written here, they are simply some of the Android Antics of these past many months.

Arcata Alley Art Antics


EurekAntics


Baker Beach Antics


Redwood Antics