I hadn't expected the word to be as prominent in today's encounter field as it turned out to be.
Point one: a op ed piece in the New YorkTimes by somebody I don't know about the idea of 'rewilding' as solution to a malady he calls 'ecological boredom'. Response: should read again.
Point two: a friend's reference to a short movies about the effects of the reintroduction of wolves to Yellowstone National Park, narrated and made by the same person (with a noticeable British accent). Reference in the film to 'trophic cascades', an unfamiliar term. Thought: does human society need more top predators?
Point three: run the name by Google. There's a website. The fellow is a well-known, rather controversial, columnist for a prominent British newspaper. Lots of recent writing on liberal vein, mainly criticizing the Conservatives and corporations. On list of recent work, film on the ecological significance of whales.
Point four: watched whales. Fascinating stuff, especially that on the significance of 'fecal plumes', the sort of theme that could keep elementary school boys in stitches for days. Whales as swizzle sticks, wow!
Point five: (all in one day just noodling around the internet) TED talk by said columnist on 'rewilding' in front of Edinburgh audience. Nostalgia for Paleolithic big beasts: where are aurochs when we need them?
Point six: screened whales and wolves for wife. Sampled some of his feuilletons. Dismay: the man is much younger than me but with messages I endorse and...an audience.
Point seven: He calls himself an 'investigative environmental reporter,' and recounts in his online autobiography some of his adventures (and discoveries) in Indonesia, the Amazon, Kenya. Now more sedentary, he's got a long list of things he loves: my family and friends, salt marshes, arguments, chalk rivers...; a long list of things he tries to fight:.undemocratic power, corruption, deception of the public, environmental destruction....; one thing he fears: other people's cowardice.
He writes, 'I still see my life as a slightly unhinged adventure whose perpetuation is something of a mystery. I have no idea where it will take me, and no ambitions other than to keep doing what I do. so far it's been gripping.'
You don't know me, George, and until today I had no idea you existed, but all day I've been steeping myself in your words, your productions, your story. Through the extraordinary capabilities of the internet, you're on my map now. In fact, I rather like you and have a feeling you're somebody worth following. Your narrative voice in your films is full of wonder. Your journalist voice is argumentative and relentless, funny and furious at the same time. I'll find another another of your voices when I read your books, as I plan to do.
Once upon a time, a new name, a new fact, a new book, a new notion would hang in a sort of mental limbo until I found, often through diligent search or by accident, the meat I could sink my teeth into. How many orphan references have disappeared? Now, however, I can with a little bit of bustling around with search engines sketch in quite a bit of territory in a very short time. Oh, I feel rich.
There's no substitute for reading the books, nor for meeting face to face, just as there's no substitute for actually risking action, as you, my new muckracking friend, would surely be first to agree. I'm open to your suggestions.
Point one: a op ed piece in the New YorkTimes by somebody I don't know about the idea of 'rewilding' as solution to a malady he calls 'ecological boredom'. Response: should read again.
Point two: a friend's reference to a short movies about the effects of the reintroduction of wolves to Yellowstone National Park, narrated and made by the same person (with a noticeable British accent). Reference in the film to 'trophic cascades', an unfamiliar term. Thought: does human society need more top predators?
Point three: run the name by Google. There's a website. The fellow is a well-known, rather controversial, columnist for a prominent British newspaper. Lots of recent writing on liberal vein, mainly criticizing the Conservatives and corporations. On list of recent work, film on the ecological significance of whales.
Point four: watched whales. Fascinating stuff, especially that on the significance of 'fecal plumes', the sort of theme that could keep elementary school boys in stitches for days. Whales as swizzle sticks, wow!
Point five: (all in one day just noodling around the internet) TED talk by said columnist on 'rewilding' in front of Edinburgh audience. Nostalgia for Paleolithic big beasts: where are aurochs when we need them?
Point six: screened whales and wolves for wife. Sampled some of his feuilletons. Dismay: the man is much younger than me but with messages I endorse and...an audience.
Point seven: He calls himself an 'investigative environmental reporter,' and recounts in his online autobiography some of his adventures (and discoveries) in Indonesia, the Amazon, Kenya. Now more sedentary, he's got a long list of things he loves: my family and friends, salt marshes, arguments, chalk rivers...; a long list of things he tries to fight:.undemocratic power, corruption, deception of the public, environmental destruction....; one thing he fears: other people's cowardice.
He writes, 'I still see my life as a slightly unhinged adventure whose perpetuation is something of a mystery. I have no idea where it will take me, and no ambitions other than to keep doing what I do. so far it's been gripping.'
You don't know me, George, and until today I had no idea you existed, but all day I've been steeping myself in your words, your productions, your story. Through the extraordinary capabilities of the internet, you're on my map now. In fact, I rather like you and have a feeling you're somebody worth following. Your narrative voice in your films is full of wonder. Your journalist voice is argumentative and relentless, funny and furious at the same time. I'll find another another of your voices when I read your books, as I plan to do.
Once upon a time, a new name, a new fact, a new book, a new notion would hang in a sort of mental limbo until I found, often through diligent search or by accident, the meat I could sink my teeth into. How many orphan references have disappeared? Now, however, I can with a little bit of bustling around with search engines sketch in quite a bit of territory in a very short time. Oh, I feel rich.
There's no substitute for reading the books, nor for meeting face to face, just as there's no substitute for actually risking action, as you, my new muckracking friend, would surely be first to agree. I'm open to your suggestions.
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