I'm a fashion magazine editor, and I've been mulling how I will make the transition from my current life -- which involves producing nothing more concrete than articles (some of them quite frivolous) and which is firmly entrenched in the rhythms of suburban/urban America -- to a lower-energy, higher-resilience existence. It's exciting to contemplate but it's also daunting, as basically no one around me has heard of Transition or Peak Oil. And I live in a relatively enlightened suburb of New York City! 

The "12 Steps" (or "12 Guidelines") to Transition encourage us to form bridges to local government.  But sometimes government drops opportunity right in our laps. 

Last week, in response to a governor's order, California issued a "Climate Adaptation Strategy" in draft form for public comment.  Catch that last part:  for public comment.  They're asking for our opinion on it.  They want to hear from us. 

ALL of us.


Transition Conference Participants 09

I’m finally back from an exhausting and exciting whirlwind trip to London where I attended the 2009 Transition Network conference. The venue was the Battersea Arts Center, an impressive stone building with a long history of social change.

Last night I went to a special screening of The Age of Stupid at the San Francisco Film Festival. I had read the UK reviews, and been impressed by the media coverage.

"Fantastic. Knocks spots off An Inconvenient Truth." The Ecologist magazine. "The first succesful dramatisation of climate change to hit the big screen." The Guardian. "Bold, supremely provocative, and hugely important". The Telegraph.

I first came across Transition Towns in Rob Hopkins’ living room in 2005. It was one of those life-altering aha! moments. A turning point. Where time stood still, and everything clicked into place. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Rob was onto something BIG. Transition Towns were a really GOOD idea. I wanted more than anything to be a part of making it happen. I could see that Transition Towns would work at any scale. In any place. I could visualize it. It made sense. It was the only thing that made sense. I’d been waiting for this my whole life.

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