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Acidification, Pteropods, the Great Barrier Reef and more
You know, we’re not talking about insignificant items in the ocean. We’re talking about the cornerstone of whole ecosystems. ***- Donna Roberts, leader of the Cooperative Research Centres’ ocean acidification project * As the Southern Ocean absorbs increasing amounts of … Continue reading →
Singing the Coast – by Margaret Somerville and Tony Perkins
Risky business, writing from the space between Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal voices and identities. But what I found when browsing the local library was a total find, one of those op-shop gems, a treasure much loved, freshly shelved. And I hear … Continue reading →
Posted in Localism, Stories, Essays, Films, and Comix, Things of no small significance
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Tagged Indigenous, place, song, spoken, story, written
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Letters from Sun Dew – by Freya Mathews
PS I looked up this mysterious name, ‘Rosmarin’, that you – with such inscrutable merriment! – bestowed on me during our time amongst the rocks. Nothing to do with roses, as it turns out. Or with herbs. Rather, it is … Continue reading →
minute of silence
Posted in Localism, Stories, Essays, Films, and Comix, Things of no small significance, underwater
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Tagged brasil, flood, pakistan, queensland, sign, Sri Lanka, water
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Acidification of our wet home – 2min intro+rant
The COP16 conference is taking place in Cancun between 29th November and 10th December 2010. While there is some pessimism about the effectiveness and capacity of global meetings of major players to make real commitment (read: to avoid realpolitik) following … Continue reading →
Posted in Abominations and Other Indecencies, Localism, Stories, Essays, Films, and Comix
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Tagged blessed unrest, cancun, CO2, Ocean, pessimism
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Gyre research – plastic in the water, in the foodchain…
In 1994 Charles Moore founded Algalita Marine Research Foundation (AMRF) to focus on the “coastal ocean”, specifically on the restoration of disappearing giant kelp forests and the improvement of water quality through the preservation and re-construction of wetlands along the … Continue reading →
Posted in Abominations and Other Indecencies, Film, Localism, Stories, Essays, Films, and Comix
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Tagged death, inter-being, life, Ocean, plastic
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Queensland Art Gallery – Scott Redford exhibition
Scott Redford’s exhibition ‘Introducing Reinhardt Dammn’ opened on the weekend at the Queensland Art Gallery, evoking images of the Gold Coast.
Posted in Abominations and Other Indecencies, Fashions through the Ages, Localism, Stories, Essays, Films, and Comix
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Tagged Art, Culture, gallery, Gold Coast, Kitsch, queensland, reliquary, scott redford, show, Surf
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Vevant : Exile, A Surf Video
I was looking for some creative videos on Vimeo recently and stumbled across a small work directed by Gian Mazcour and edited by Antonio Sanchez & Todd Stewart of Endless Bummer NY surf blog called Vevant: Exile, A Surf Video. … Continue reading →
Posted in Localism, Moving Pictures, Stories, Essays, Films, and Comix
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Tagged Todd Stewart
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Rizal Tanjung as a Grommet
[Ketut] Menda gave me a board, Pica fixed it for me and Switra took me surfing. We were always going surfing, or if we weren’t surfing then we were talking about surfing.Till we fell asleep at night we’d talk about … Continue reading →




Being prey – by Val Plumwood
In the early wet season, Kakadu’s paperbark wetlands are especially stunning, as the water lilies weave white, pink, and blue patterns of dreamlike beauty over the shining thunderclouds reflected in their still waters. Yesterday, the water lilies and the wonderful … Continue reading →