May 5, 2007 |
On a break from installing his exhibition at Regen Projects, artist Charles Ray sits in the gallery, shoulders hunched, hands clasped in his lap. Soft-spoken and withdrawn, he comes to life only when he gets up to walk around his latest project: a life-size sculpture of a fallen tree, carved in wood. "I'm interested in where you find yourself in relation to the work," he says, "so your perception of it changes. Scale changes as you move through it or around it."
February 11, 2007 |
Gretchen Daily, an ecologist at Stanford University, wears butterfly-patterned socks. She's a careful recycler and bikes to work. She composts. So what's she doing hanging out with guys from Goldman Sachs? As a tried-and-true "green," she believes she doesn't have a choice. "Time is running short," she says. "Appealing to moral sense isn't enough anymore. We have to make conservation fit mainstream business calculations."
October 12, 2006 |
I'VE NEVER KNOWN a thing about pregnancy, so once I got pregnant, I quizzed every mother I knew about what Mother Nature had in store for me.
July 27, 2006 |
THEY consider themselves nomads, have lived in a Northern California commune and currently make camp in an adobe in the mountains outside Santa Fe, N.M. They are active with such groups as the radical environmental group Earth First. They go by the names Nabob and Rabob. They write songs with titles such as "We Share Our Blanket With the Owl" and note that lyrics on their new album were written "in a tent, tepee or far off the trails of Point Reyes National Seashore."
March 26, 2006 |
WHEN Charles Darwin was in his later years and famous, a research team of German phrenologists paid him a visit. Surely such a remarkable man must enjoy remarkable head bumps. Among the most remarkable, they discovered, was the Bump of Reverence on his crown: 10 times as prominent as most people's. Reverence is the theme of "Pilgrim on the Great Bird Continent": part philosophical ramble, part personal journal and part a rethinking of Darwin's character and life.
October 30, 2005
What sadness that we humans fail to see and understand the wild animals that roam this planet ("The Cougars' Last Stand," by Veronique de Turenne, Oct. 9). Once they are gone, we'll face irreversible ecological impacts. We march into environments and take them over because we can, with no forethought for any ramifications. Shame on us that we fail to learn from our continuing mistakes against Mother Nature, and pity the wild animals that must suffer due to our greed and ignorance. Bernadette Armstrong Van Nuys
September 21, 2005
After the amazing display of natural strength exhibited Monday evening, as thunderstorms, wind and rain pushed their way into the Southland, something occurred to me as flashes of lightening danced through dawn's early light. In addition to the wars on terror we are spending billions on, our fears of nuclear weapons in large and small countries, the ignored level of poverty in our own country, parents paying for their children's schoolbooks, another mission to outer space with a ridiculous price tag (Sept.
June 19, 2005 |
Last year came Charley, Frances, Ivan and Jeanne. Nine months later came Grace Mae, twins Reagan and Ryan -- and Elizabeth, 7 pounds 7 ounces, born three days ago and doing fine. "I got an early gift for Father's Day," said Rick Lovell, 28, an air conditioning technician.
February 1, 2005 |
AS FIELDING POSSON APPROACHES THE Feather, a notoriously hard bouldering route at Hueco Tanks State Park in Texas, he visualizes the sequence of moves, imagining each foothold, hand pocket and ridiculous undercling. Then he mounts, climbing quickly and fluidly, powering out from the deep hollow at the boulder's base, to the massive bulge with its slopey pockets, and up to the head wall, with its fossil-like feather pattern.