I hadn’t slept well. Most nine-year-olds don’t on Christmas Eve, but I had slept some, so there was a good chance that the jolly man had visited in the night. In the few seconds that I lay there, it came to me what my great-grandmother had been telling me in the days leading up to this one.
According to a report published last week, BP’s oil will be fouling up the Gulf sea bed for “decades.” The study, which has been described as, “the first large scale examination of the impact of the [Gulf] soft bottom” was led by Dr.
The first time I saw a picture pertaining to tar sands extraction, was on Marty Cobenais’ computer. We were both attending an event in Houston, Texas, and found some time to talk shop.
One year after the discovery of the now nearly 24-acre Texas Brine Sinkhole in Bayou Corne, Louisiana, area residents gathered at the home of Grady and Carla Alleman to mark the occasion. Aside from local testimonials, speakers included General Russel Honoré, best known for commanding and coordinating military relief efforts during Hurricane Katrina, and Dr.
It sounds like the stuff of movie scripts and novel fodder, the idea of darkly clothed men sneaking in and out of hotel rooms, leaving behind watch battery sized listening devices, hidden in phone receivers and taped to the inside of lamp shades. Yet during the not-so-long-ago civil rights era, that seemed to be the primary business of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
“I love this river,” explained Sharon Day during a ceremony held May 3rd, at Fort Jackson in Plaquemines Parish. The occasion drew to a close a more than 1,700 mile journey of the Mississippi River Walkers 2013 – a group of indigenous men and women who walked the length of the second most polluted river in the United States.
The last few weeks in the media world have been particularly damaging to BP. Despite their best efforts to muffle the continuing effects of the 2010 Deepwater Drilling Disaster - a muffling which has focused around a multi-million dollar, three-year, non-stop ad campaign, the poor little fellas are suffering from an assault by the truth of the matter.
I was about to write a blog about our experiences at the BP shareholder Annual General Meeting (AGM) in London earlier this month, but to tell you the truth, I am pretty sick of writing about them. If by now you are unaware that things are still significantly messed up from the three-year-old spill, you haven't been listening, don't care, or you actually are BP.
It is 6 am on February 17, 2013, and I can hear the birds outside the window of my hotel room, inviting in the morning with their song. Before the day is through they, and the world, will know that we mean it when we say that we will not allow the northern leg of the Keystone XL pipeline to finish its slither across the length of our country, in order to pipe toxic tar sand bitumen to China, while risking the planet to do it.
I hadn’t slept well. Most nine-year-olds don’t on Christmas Eve, but I had slept 
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The first time I saw a picture pertaining to tar sands extraction, was on Marty Cobenais’ computer. We were both attending an event in Houston, Texas, and found some time to talk shop.
One year after the discovery of the now nearly 24-acre Texas Brine Sinkhole in Bayou Corne, Louisiana, 
It sounds like the stuff of movie scripts and novel fodder, the idea of darkly clothed men sneaking in and out of hotel rooms, leaving behind watch battery sized listening devices, hidden in phone receivers and taped to the inside of lamp shades. Yet during the not-so-long-ago civil rights era, that seemed to be the primary business of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
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“I love this river,” explained Sharon Day during a ceremony held May 3rd, at Fort Jackson in Plaquemines Parish. The occasion drew to a close a more than 
The last few weeks in the media world have been particularly damaging to BP. Despite their best efforts to muffle the continuing effects of the 2010 Deepwater Drilling Disaster - a muffling which has focused around a multi-million dollar, three-year, non-stop ad campaign, the poor little fellas are suffering from an assault by the truth of the matter.
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It is 6 am on February 17, 2013, and I can hear the birds outside the window of my hotel room, inviting in the morning with their song. Before the day is through they, and the world, will know that we mean it when we say that we will not allow the northern leg of the Keystone XL pipeline to finish its slither across the length of our country, in order to pipe toxic tar sand bitumen to China, while risking the planet to do it.
