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A Tale of Two Fisheries
by Donella Meadows
— May 13, 1999 —
At the beginning of this millennium the Norse began to fish what is now called the Grand Banks off the coast of Newfoundland. In 1501 the Company of Adventurers to the New Found Lands was chartered in England to make summer expeditions to that rich fishing ground. For the next 500 years, the Grand [...]
Amory Lovins Sees the Future and it is Hydrogen
by Donella Meadows
— May 5, 1999 —
For 25 years energy guru Amory Lovins has been seeing farther and farther into the energy future. He has been labeled a dreamer, but by now he’s accumulated enough of a record to qualify as an oracle. At a recent meeting of the National Hydrogen Association he (with colleague Brett Williams of Rocky Mountain [...]
The Great North American Carbon Sink – Maybe
by Donella Meadows
— April 29, 1999 —
“Aha! We knew it!” a number of conservative columnists have been crowing lately. “Greenhouse, schmeenhouse, go right on driving those sports utility vehicles.”
The cause of their excitement is an article published in Science magazine, one of the most prestigious places a scientific article can be published, claiming that the North American continent is a [...]
Song for the Bluefin Tuna
by Donella Meadows
— April 22, 1999 —
Carl Safina is a fanatic fisherman. He’s especially fanatic about ocean fish, which got him interested in seabirds, which got him into serious biology, which got him infuriated about what he was seeing in the fisheries, which got him to found the Audubon Society’s Living Oceans Program.
All of which prompted him to write Song [...]
Living Green isn’t a Scarifice, it’s an Adventure
By Donella Meadows
–April 19, 1999–
I’m one of those tedious people who try to “live green.”
I’m no beginner. I’ve been at it 30 years, since I lived in the toxic air of northeast New Jersey, watched suburbs munch up farmland, traveled to India where eroded soil blew against my skin and hunger looked me in the face.
When I see change is [...]
