giovedì 17 dicembre 2009
lunedì 7 dicembre 2009
Hopenhagen
Oggi è iniziato il vertice di Copenhagen sui cambiamenti climatici, speriamo che si giunga ad un accordo serio e soprattutto che non siano solo parole...
Tra le tante iniziative c'è questa semplice petizione che si può firmare un po'ovunque:
The Climate Petition
"We the Peoples of the World Urge Political Leaders to:
Seal the Deal at COP 15 on a climate agreement that is definitive, equitable and effective.
Set binding targets to cut greenhouses gases by 2020.
Establish a framework that will bolster the climate resilience of vulnerable countries and protect lives and livelihoods.
Support developing countries' adaptation efforts and secure climate justice for all."
Intanto io ho cominciato ad usare questi, ognuno fa quello che può...
Tra le tante iniziative c'è questa semplice petizione che si può firmare un po'ovunque:
The Climate Petition
"We the Peoples of the World Urge Political Leaders to:
Seal the Deal at COP 15 on a climate agreement that is definitive, equitable and effective.
Set binding targets to cut greenhouses gases by 2020.
Establish a framework that will bolster the climate resilience of vulnerable countries and protect lives and livelihoods.
Support developing countries' adaptation efforts and secure climate justice for all."
Intanto io ho cominciato ad usare questi, ognuno fa quello che può...
sabato 5 dicembre 2009
mercoledì 2 dicembre 2009
1° dicembre 2009
Harper: Night flight to San Francisco. Chase the moon across America. God! It's been years since I was on a plane!
("Angels in America part II: Perestroika" atto 5, scena 10^)
When we hit 35 thousand feet, we'll have reached the tropopause. The great belt of calm air. As close as I'll ever get to the ozone.
I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbareas old cheesecloth, and that was frightening...
But I saw something only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things:
Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of this departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of the ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired.
Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead.
At least I think so.
I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbareas old cheesecloth, and that was frightening...
But I saw something only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things:
Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of this departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of the ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired.
Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead.
At least I think so.
("Angels in America part II: Perestroika" atto 5, scena 10^)
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