Man Vs. Winter
I just spent a week in Vermont – where we normally ski in a winter wonderland covered in four feet of fluffy powder. This year, it was 24c, cloudless and sunny, and we went for a nature walk. I simultaneously love and loathe when environmental specialists (like myself) are proven correct in our assertion that climate change will progress more dramatically than anyone ever thought possible.
If a tree falls
I have a new position as a part-time staff writer for the Center for International Forestry Research (CIFOR) blogging about deforestation, climate change, mining and other tree-related issues.
Nature News
I have a new piece in the news section of the world’s most reputed science journal, Nature – this time on a subject of environmental importance: biofuels made from seaweed.
BBC Radio 4
I was interviewed by Quentin Cooper for BBC Radio 4′s programme Material World, which aired today – you can hear me wax somewhat lyrical about Guerilla Science, smell and attraction on their website here.
Glamour Factory
Guerilla Science hosted our first event at a London art gallery last night – a new habitat for science by stealth. See a roundup of what we created, from an immortality tour to a gender workshop, here.
The Board Room
Burning Man was epic – I won’t bother writing about the transformative experiences I had there. There is no shortage of tales about the life-changing nature of the festival. Rather, I’ll tell you about the art car I was involved with: The Board Room. The only antidote to a heaving mass of 50,000 glittered unicorns riding pink fluffy starfish disco cars? A mobile corporate meeting. Enough fun, hippies – get back to work.
Burning Man
I have made music festivals a cornerstone of every summer for a decade – the first July I spent in England, I went to Glastonbury – but I have never been to Burning Man. Until now. Come find me at the Outer Perimeter Collective, and marvel at the rashes, swellings and blisters I will no doubt suffer as a result of sun poisoning.
Bypassing the Riots
I arrived in New York on August 3, for Guerilla Science antics at Escape2NY, and am now in Toronto – so I haven’t seen any of the London riots myself. But I did see my old neighbourhood splashed on the front page of the New York Times in full broken, burnt glory. Surreal.
Guerilla Glasto
I have finally recovered from Glastonbury. Yes, it took this long. But it was worth the extreme fatigue and maddening logistical nightmares to see Guerilla Science grace the pages of the G2, Q Magazine and The Times. Even Getty Images stopped by – see the pics here and here.
Decontamination Unit
I am preparing myself (with both trepidation and complete excitement) for Glastonbury next weekend, where I will host a Decontamination Unit with my side project, Guerilla Science. Full details here. In short: dirty and addled revelers will be cleansed physically, with a shower, or psychologically – by actual psychiatrists – all in the name of science. Unlike anything we (or anyone else) have ever done before. Am forced to wonder what I’m getting myself into – they say it will be a muddy year…
Dirt Banquet
So proud to have been part of the Guerilla Science Dirt Banquet this weekend, in partnership with Bompas & Parr, hosted at the spectacular Crossness Pumping Station. Read my Guardian post here, and check out the full set of images by Mike Massaro here. As the Brits say: chuffed.
A slice of the rainforest
I am staying in Itacare, Brazil, until March 23 enjoying the company of brilliant friends, beautiful beaches, and the last remaining tenth of the primary Atlantic rainforest that remains. It is stunning – I swam in the sea yesterday in the shadow of towering canopies.
“Beglittered Eyes Aglitter”
Nice to see myself described in the New Scientist as I had always wanted: “a bubbly woman decked out in a sharp hat, beglittered eyes aglitter with excitement.” Score.
Battersea Power Station
I used to live near it, and gaze at it weekly in wonder. Now I will get to host an event right inside of it: next weekend Guerilla Science will take part in the Lost Lovers Ball with the Secret Garden Party inside the heart of Battersea Power Station.
Surgery of the soul
I have finished a two week stint performing lobotomies for the Secret Cinema. I could do them in my sleep now.
Tweetworthy
The Guerilla Science summer season has come to a close with an unprecedented bang. At the Green Man festival Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips – an unparalleled rock star – tweeted a photo of us standing around our giant brain in a wheelbarrow in the middle of a muddy field in Wales. I’ve always been slow to warm to Twitter. I have sharply reconsidered my position. Musings here.
Guerilla Science in The Guardian
Today I find my byline for the first time in The Guardian – most pleasingly, for a piece on Guerilla Science, my side project and pet passion.
It is, at times, what saves me from the despair that can be brought on by environmental journalism.
Sonic Fire
I’m still amazed it worked. I spent all of Tuesday with Steve Mould, physics presenter, as he built a Reuben’s Tube, just days before he was to perform with it at the Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club. And it went off without a hitch – check out the photos. Amazing.
Guerilla Science – Back For 2010
Guerilla Science is back for 2010 – new website, new logo, and a new Flickr site with all the goods.
A sublime staycation
I needed a vacation, and I got one: the great British seaside holiday. Such words conjure images of Mr Gumby sitting on a sorry-looking beach of horridly uncomfortable pebbles, his feet pathetically lapped by slate-grey, frigid water. But you’d be surprised how beautiful, colourful and spectacular this strange, wet little island can be.
Axis of Eco
I have launched an independent environmental news website, www.axisofeco.com. Have a look at the ‘About’ for a sense of the mandate. Almost all of my work will now be published there first, so please consider that my home base from now on.
Copenhagen: Unmissable
I will be embarking from London this Friday, December 11, and arriving in Copenhagen on the evening of the 12th, after more than 24 hours of trains, ferries, and reading. The decision to go was fairly last minute.