10.10.10, 10th of October 2010, now how often does that happen? Seriously, today a colleague of mine, Kristen Caven, has helped initiate a day of awareness for the number 350. It sounds like a nice number to me, but Kristen has found out something rather more sinister.
“The thing I want you to know about is a number. That number is 350, and it is significant because 350 parts per million is the safe upper limit that scientists have determined as the amount of carbon that can be present in our planet’s atmosphere to maintain stability. Throughout human history, 272 ppm has been the norm. Today this number hovers around 390. Surprise, surprise, our glaciers are melting.
Even though global warming makes me want to run around waving my arms and screaming, I know that being shrill turns people off. But this is too important to shut up about. I’ve got a kid, and he’s awesome, and I don’t want his future to be about sheer survival, but it very well could be. So I’m keeping my voice low and asking you politely to speak the fuck up. ”
Kristen and her friends have organized a “global work party” wherein writers, communicators, teachers, and anyone who signs up, will dedicate 350 words to this topic on 10.10.10. So here is my contribution.
Actually, mention science, and my eyes kind of glaze over, so I am going to cheat and offer the link to someone more articulate on such matters. There is even an idiot’s guide through a simple chart to enable people such as me to feel adequate.
Kristen, a professional illustrator, has also provided a cartoon from her latest collection.
Now cartoons, I understand.
With another fifty words still to write, allow me to refer you to the an excellent environmental blogger, Bill McKibben, who I believe has initiated the 350 movement. Thank you, Bill and Karen, for the innovative way of keeping the destiny of our future in our present.
There is a Jewish parable which tells of a man who, walking down a road, sees an old man planting a small tree in his orchard. He stops and watches as the old man struggled to dig the hole, push the small tree in, and cover up the hole.
“Old man,” he says. “Why work so hard? Surely you don’t expect to see that small tree bear fruit?”
The old man looked at him and then gestured at his orchard. “Just as my parents and grandparents planted these trees so that I may enjoy their fruit, so do I plant trees for my children and grandchildren.”
Happy 10.10.10, everyone.
Alon Shalev is the author of The Accidental Activist and A Gardener’s Tale. He is the Executive Director of the San Francisco Hillel Foundation, a non-profit that provides spiritual and social justice opportunities to Jewish students in the Bay Area. More on Alon Shalev at www.alonshalev.com