We are in the process of developing a new resource for this platform, collecting a database of academic programs, courses,
Tell us about your acts of climate courage or those of others – human or non-human – in no more
Tell us what you’re seeing, what you’re feeling – in no more than 100 words. We’re only just beginning to understand how
Selecting “offset your flights” always felt too easy. How could I ever comprehend my carbon emissions, flying Canberra-Singapore-New York, premium economy return, for a business trip?
That’s 9.9 tonnes of CO₂e.
15 Eucalyptus viminalis seedlings to sequester one tonne.
149 trees. Two full days’ planting: the land’s degraded and drought’s made it dry. Now they’ve just got to be looked after — for the next hundred years. If there are no more really bad bushfires. Which there almost certainly will be.
Just for one traveller… one trip… that next time I’ll insist it be done via videoconference.
— Adam Sébire (Craigie, Australia)
This month in Persistent Acts, I reflect on my growth since the development and production of my undergraduate thesis in
Writer Elizabeth Rush returns with good news. Her book Rising: Dispatches from the New American Shore has garnered awards. It
This month we travel to the Niger Delta, and I am thrilled to talk with Helon Habila, the mind behind
All of us connected in our not-knowing, in our common, drastically-uncommon plight. Our questions are many, many more than our answers, our breaths more dearly counted. The bright lights of my friends and family are further off, yet closer to my heart. Nature is my most constant familiar, my salvation.
Will we emerge from these strange days of disease joyfully opening our wings of freedom or will they be bound tightly to our bodies by fear or ordinance? Many of us will be much older then and many of us will have grown much younger. Merlins and baby butterflies.
— Sherilyn Wolter (Princeville, Hawaiʻi)
This month I have the great pleasure of speaking with Colin Foord, a marine biologist and artist in Miami who,
Ignorance is the parent of fear. Herman Melville More than a whale tale, Moby-Dick is an epic allegory about survival
I’m depriving my skin of material correspondence and withdrawing the ability to contact other bodies. My skin feels the loss. I envy the machine who can survive without touch. I video-call constantly: uploading myself, my eyes present, moving mouth and megapixel skin. I see other bodies, but not like I know them. Flickering, stuttering, fading. I’m becoming gradually “other.” I’m getting to know my computational personality. I’m feeding my electronic body. It exists without feeling, without pain, grief, or humor. I’m living somewhere in the machine, both here and there, existing in between multiple borders, staring at the unknown.
— Molly McAndrews (Plymouth, Devon, UK)
A Model for Local Action I. As of mid-April 2020 (when this piece was written), somewhere between two and three billion
On May 13, 2020, in the middle of the global pandemic, the NYU Abu Dhabi Arts Center in the United