Accidentally posted a song here last night.
Didn't mean for it to cross post, so I took it down.
It lives on on Radical Transparency, however, if you want to listen.
And I do love rock operas.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Justin Finnegan and I never lived in the same Chinese city at the same time. Our paths did some crossing, however, both in this country and that. Always enjoyably.
As far as I know, he's still affectionately known, to his Chinese friends, as The Big Eggplant.
And, after a couple of years back in the States, he's taken his show on the road. To Bhutan. To plant hazelnut trees.
Entrepreneurially. Microfinancially. Adventurously.
The world is in need of—and ready for—a lot more nontraditional careers.
Yes it is. Lots of problems. Lots of paths that haven't led to real solutions. Lots of feelings of helplessness. Lots of giving up. Lots of lowered standards. Lots of half-assed comfort. Lots of conservatism. Not enough crazy decisions to move to Bhutan to set up sustainable nut economies.
Posted by Jake de Grazia at 7:39 AM
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tata Motors with Chinese characteristics.
Pretty sure I'll always feel a special love for the Chinese street entrepreneurs with the sootiest, greasiest hands.
Note: That video came into my life through the TIME Video feed, something to which I subscribed after finding out that Ze Frank is doing his (how do you work this) thing (?) at TIME Video, and I couldn't figure out how to subscribe only to Ze. The inescapable pre-vid ads are a bit of a bummer, but, all in all, it's a pretty fun stream of videos to follow.
Posted by Jake de Grazia at 7:25 PM
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Jon watched Food Inc. on Monday.
And, as an aspiring metaphorical physicist, he's worried about Monsanto's trajectory...
...Then, when they stop supplying air, and people can only live in renegade underwater bubble cities supplied by soot spurting volcanic faults on the ocean floor, and everyone is constantly covered in volcanic ash and chronically coughing from the stubborn volcano air, a grandfather will tell his granddaughter about lost days of sunshine and free fresh air and soybeans that you could pick and plant without a lawyer handing you a paper and taking away your farm... But his granddaughter will be asleep dreaming of being allowed to marry a dolphin and raise a dolphin family.
I want to meet the people that make the big decisions at Monsanto. And I want to read their journals, bug their phones, talk to their brothers and sisters, and find out what motivates them. And I want to bring Jon. And see if he adjusts his prophecies.
Posted by Jake de Grazia at 1:31 PM
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Still sad about the Van Jones resignation.
Sad that Glenn Beck has so much influence.
Sad that one of very few environmental leaders that appeals across races and socioeconomic backgrounds didn't get a chance to spend more time on one of the world's biggest stages.
Sad that the world's most powerful government lost someone that simultaneously champions justice and sustainability.
Sad that the unnamed government official that talked to the Washington Post was nonchalant about that loss. Instead of admonishing Beck for calling Jones a communist revolutionary, he pleaded carelessness....
He was not as thoroughly vetted as other administration officials. It's fair to say there were unknowns.
But maybe it's a good thing that Jones is back on the outside, back in a world that operates with a little more sanity than Washington DC.
And yuck again.
For now I'm being cynical.
Well. Hmmm. Is it ok to be cynical when you're cynical about cynicism?
I'm excited to see what Van Jones does next.
Posted by Jake de Grazia at 10:25 PM
Friday, September 4, 2009
Stopped in Chicago on my way from Philadelphia to Los Angeles.
Hoping I might be able to eat something without creating heaps of garbage.
So I stepped up to a pizza counter, ordered, and told the woman with the hairnet and rollerknife that I didn't need a bag: she could hand me the food, and I could wash my hands after I ate.
She shook her head...
I'd rather give you a bag, dear. I'm on camera here, and I don't want to lose my job for putting something hot in your hand.
Something about rules and airports, I guess.
At least she didn't give me a styrofoam plate.
Posted by Jake de Grazia at 12:57 AM