Tribute to Dana Meadows
Posted by Kindle Loomis, Published: April 22nd, 2001
By James F. Hornig
~Professor Emeritus, Environmental Studies, Dartmouth College~
This weekend there are memorial services like this being held in Boston, Washington, San Francisco, Seattle, and at least one in Europe. What a testimonial to the fact that one person can make a difference! And how appropriate that Dana’s memory is being honored on Earth Day! She loved the earth.
I first [...]
Dana’s Memoria
Posted by Kindle Loomis, Published: April 22nd, 2001
By Ashley Lanfer
~Dartmouth College Alumna~
Unlike the other folks speaking today, I did not know Dana as a colleague. She was my teacher. Those of you who have never been one of Dana’s students might be surprised to hear that this articulate, outspoken, passionate writer was enigmatic to us. She was. Many professors I know are more concerned with promoting their [...]
On Dana
Posted by Kindle Loomis, Published: April 22nd, 2001
By Les Kaufman
~Professor, Boston University Marine Program and 1990 Pew Scholar~
The best thing that Dana taught me was about how to reconcile scientific discipline with emotional intensity. All good scientists have a passion for doing science, many for the science itself, and some for the art of conveying science to audiences of layfolk and future scientists. Dana covered each of these [...]
Tribute to Dana Meadows
Posted by Kindle Loomis, Published: April 22nd, 2001
By Linda Harrar
~Independent Film Producer~
Dana’s death has affected me like no other I have ever experienced. I am usually quite a good sleeper, but I keep waking up in the middle of the night trying to come to terms with her loss–both what it means to me, but also to the world to lose her at this particular political moment [...]
A Smile to Her Face, A Twinkle to Her Eyes
Posted by Kindle Loomis, Published: April 22nd, 2001
A Tribute to Dana Meadows by Robert Braile
~Journalist, The Boston Globe~
Several years ago–this would have been 1996 or 1997–I was sitting in Dana’s office up at Dartmouth. I remember that it was a bitterly cold, winter afternoon, quite unlike today. A snowstorm was bearing down on Hanover, and was expected to arrive at any moment. I had stopped by Dana’s office, [...]
