A brief history of Gaia

"The Earth is about 4,6 billion years old. For an easier understanding, let’s cut this time-span down to 46 years. The early years of Gaia's existence are clouded in the mists of history. It wasn't until the age of 42 that the earth started to bloom. After about 44 years, dinosaurs inhabited the planet. Some eight months ago the first mammals evolved, and during this last week the first hominids entered the scene. Modern man has existed for only about four hours; some sixty minutes ago he took up agriculture, and a minute ago the industrial revolution began. During these very last sixty seconds man has managed to turn Gaia into a garbage dump, to exterminate thousands of plant and animal species, to kill an uncountable number of his own kind, to loot the planet's resources, to pollute soil, air and water and to leave radiating waste for future generations.

Within the next few seconds, all of us will decide whether we are going to make life on Gaia impossible, or develop a consciousness that allows us a future existence on our homeplanet. "

**http://www.gaiamedia.org/content/english/allgemein/main_e_03_gmstift.html

Time for a Fresh Start...

It's like that feeling i get when i open a new sketchbook; excitement mixed with tentativeness...There will be many half finished, ill thought out drawings and ramblings within the pages, but the first one; it has to be good. It will be seen time and time again, it sets the mood, the first impression for anyone who opens it. The difference I suppose, is that the first blog posting doesn't have as much power. By the time i get to the 6th post this one will no longer be visible. Only those with serious procrastinating to do will click that 'older posts' button and go back in time to read what i was thinking about on this eight day in December, the year two thousand and nine. Such is the nature of the internet...such is the lives of the internet generation.

So what am i thinking about? Well, the other night i discovered the West Coast forests were oozing lactic acid. I instructed my friends to fill their bags with necessities such as bandannas and goggles (in case of dust storms), hid my vinyl collection, grabbed my water pouch, and headed to the local pub to warn family members and fellow drinkers about the impending apocalypse. What am i dreaming about? Art, design, and a sustainable future. A desire for small concrete truths in a vast and ambivalent universe. What do i know? Not much, but i have a lot of opinions. There's no hope of me staying off the black list so lets create a white list for the rest of us.

Love Forever,
Jamie