In October of 2009, my friend Eric and I helped organize a project called 350 Poems, during the lead-up to the global climate conference in Copenhagen, as part of 350.org's Day of Climate Action. It resulted in a lot of beautiful poems. The conference itself was a disaster, though you wouldn't have known it from following the major media outlets here in the US. The US and six other powerful countries banded together to write their own agreement, ignoring the demands of a bloc of 77 developing nations. These developing nations will be most affected by climate change and desperately need the help of major emitters (who've historically caused the problem). The six more powerful nations instead made modest proposals to reduce emissions, modest promises of help, and modest proposals to carve up the remaining carbon credits in the sky amongst themselves.




My second girlfriend ever (!) is the dancing penguin at 0:15.




This is a tea-kettle: