Hi, I'm Chadwick.
I once lived in San Diego. Before I could walk. I developed an appreciation for strawberries and dirt. Both tasted great in their own way.
I once lived on food stamps. For much of elementary school. They buy you a lot of over-engineered corn. The kind that gives you night-flatulence.
I once lived in Manhattan. For 93 days. Now, I just visit, often rarely, sometimes by train.
I once lived for money and all that it could buy. It was fine. But I couldn't buy everything. Not even my health. A polluted environment -- a polluted way of doing things -- got to me in my late twenties.
Even then, I demanded more proof that humans were doing something at odds with the environment. The kind of proof that someone clinging to long-held beliefs demands. But as scientists provided that proof in study after study, I likewise observed the proof everywhere I turned.
And so I fell into a cavern of despair over the futility of reversing climate change. Just recently, though, I dug my way out from that cavern clutching fistfuls of rich, carbon-sequestering soil.
And then, I made a decision. I decided to help others likewise bury despair. For there is hope. Vast reserves of it, waiting to be tapped. I started writing Age of Ecology to help tap those reserves for anyone who's concerned for their children, grandchildren, others.
Starting February 2018, I'll begin my podcast & blog exploring the fascinating, yet oft-tense history between human and environment, a relationship that we can strengthen -- nearly infinitely so, in fact -- if we just know what went south in the first place and where to migrate from here.
Historian Noah Yuval Harrari, author of the bestseller Sapiens, predicted the demise of humans as we know them to occur in the next century. Let's not and say we didn't.
Let's not go extinct, y'all. It would be a real bummer for the species.
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