Don’t tell me the sky is the limit when…
Don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
Don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
Via Good.is, this video story is about social enterprise Fonderie47 who buy AK47s in Africa, decommission them and create jewellery from the parts.
With over millions of guns more than we need, there’s a long way to go. This is a good step in the right direction.
Preamble:
We hold these truths to be self evident: that all men are NOT created equally. Although the divisions that previously separated men have functionally been erased from the public sphere, all men are NOT created equally. Race, religion, ethnicity, gender, persuasion, and background are the divisions of antiquity. Those are the divisions of our fathers and forefathers. The divisions that separate modern man are not as clear as those gleaned from history, but with careful observation they can be discerned. In today's modern world there exists two breeds of men: those that exhibit a lust for life and those that are complacent in routine and expectations. We represent the former and loathe the latter. This coming document will express our goals, morals, and founding principles.
Guest post from Dan Mina, high school history teacher
No matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everyone on the couch.
Swarmwise: What Is A Swarm? – Falkvinge on Infopolicy.
Here’s a great article that studies the way knowledge about swarms can be used to affect the way that organisations can harness awareness, commitment and action to dramatically increase speed and effectiveness.
Australian Senate passes carbon tax | Environment | guardian.co.uk.
Welsh girl Julia Gillard pushes through a brave piece of legislation against the odds, to give Australia a place at the leaders’ table, rather than the laggards’, as the world slowly faces up to the scale of change needed to make a real difference.
Diolch yn fawr, Julia.
I love old stuff.
You know, flaky paint. Falling down letters. Bashed-up brickwork.
Boat houses that stand idle, majestic in their neglect.
In the general scheme of things, reuse gets a bad deal in this world. People get recycling, they get landfill even, but reuse – nah.
It’s up there; straight in at number two if you study the waste hierarchy. If you’re a waste geek like me.
But not many people are.
And so old stuff, like this stranded lifeboat house, its sense of purpose has been consigned to faded memories. Probably of fishermen and sea rescue teams.
It really deserves a new lick of paint.
But it is more likely to get demolished and consequently, it’ll slide down the waste rankings to number four, recovery, or even number five, disposal.
Big shame.
But I love it nonetheless.
I just hope it hangs around long enough for more of us to care.
Piglet: How do you spell love?
Pooh: You don’t spell it, you feel it.
Winnie the Pooh
Did you ever stop to think and forget to start again?
Winnie the Pooh