Escape from Potterland
Sorry for the silence. After holding out for years I finally caved and started reading the Harry Potter series. What can I say, the curiousity got the best of me. So I'm on book 6 now, and realized I've been neglecting my blog.
For your reading pleasure : Brits consider radical plan to measure personal emissions (erm, sounds much dirtier than it is. Trust me). Not art, but interesting.
A related article that is about art (in a general way): What the warming world needs now is art, sweet art
Here's the paradox: if the scientists are right, we're living through the biggest thing that's happened since human civilization emerged. One species, ours, has by itself in the course of a couple of generations managed to powerfully raise the temperature of an entire planet, to knock its most basic systems out of kilter. But oddly, though we know about it, we don't know about it. It hasn't registered in our gut; it isn't part of our culture. Where are the books? The poems? The plays? The goddamn operas? Compare it to, say, the horror of AIDS in the last two decades, which has produced a staggering outpouring of art that, in turn, has had real political effect. I mean, when people someday look back on our moment, the single most significant item will doubtless be the sudden spiking temperature. But they'll have a hell of a time figuring out what it meant to us.