Friend & Mentor Byron Washom Orchestrating 100% Renewable Energy Initiative for Billionaire’s Hawaiian Island

Byron and I at UCSD in 2011. He was and continues to be such an incredible mentor.

Byron and I at UCSD in 2011. He was and continues to be such an incredible mentor.




Congratulations to my great friend and exceptional mentor, Byron Washom, on his newest adventure! He is charged with the admirable work of powering Lanai with 100% renewable energy. The island was recently purchased by Larry Ellison for $500 million. As he would say, it’s going to be a game changer. Byron on 10 News San Diego

Here he is when we first met. I was interviewing him on a climate change initiative I started on campus at UCSD while I was a grad school student.


My Video on Climate Change in Brazil

Here’s a short video that I filmed and co-produced for a couple European and Brazilian organizations. It’s HOT OFF THE PRESS. I think it does a solid job summarizing my recent work in Brazil from Nov’12 – Feb’13. If you’d like to see the longer version, click here. For the Portuguese version, click here. Under this video, you’ll find an interview I did about a month ago. Can you guess where in San Diego it was shot? 

Sustainable Initiative Taking Root Outside Rio

I visited a friend’s project outside of Rio last week. The place and the people that work there were so awesome that I felt compeled to make a quick video for the initiative. Have a look. PS: Happy 2013!

Global game to connect 2 billion people & change the world

Hi from Sinal do Vale in Xerém, Brazil and Merry Christmas Eve. I am at a friend’s sustainable farm and retreat in the hills above Rio de Janeiro!!! Just what I needed for the holidays. I got here the day before yesterday after an amazing trip to Paraty, a colonial beach town a few hours from here, where some friends and I attended a beginning-of-the-world party at the city’s Cultural Center.

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We were invited to Paraty by Edgar Gouveia Jr, an architect specializing in bioarchitecture and intuitive technology with a post-degree in cooperative games. He is also the founder of Elos Institute and Warriors Without Weapons program. This guy is at the forefront of applied research on how to change the world. As it so happens, this particular night, December 21, also marked the launch of Edgar’s online game – Play the Call – that aims to change the world — for real. Thousands of programers from around the world, including employees at Pixar, have contributed their time to the cause. Here he is a couple years ago on TEDx Amazonia (it’s in Portuguese…).

Edgar is an amazing human that makes you believe, through his positive energy and optimism, that anything is possible. I tip my hat to him and the rest of the Play the Call team. Best of luck guys!


And, again, Merry Christmas Eve. Tomorrow I will be at Copacabana Beach for a concert with Stevie Wonder and Gilberto Gil. The event organizers are expecting 1 MILLION people. Rio de Janeiro, here i come. (I still haven’t forgotten to tell you what the Great Barrier Reef, NYC, and the Brazilian Sertão have in common. It’ll be one of the next blog posts.)

Islands in Reverse, Thirsty for Rain

The days start early here in the Sertão. Mornings come quickly, eager to bake the multi-colored soil that gives Pintadas its namesake (painted); the brilliant sunsets take their time, filling the sky with their best works, as if afraid to be outdone by the painted soils. Like the endless silhouettes of cactus, capoeira, and caatinga that dot the hilly horizon, a lot happens between these sunrises and sunsets in the Outback of Bahia, Brazil. – the Sertão. There are lots of stories to be told. For many of them, I will have to let the pictures do the talking.

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Every morning I wake up between 5-6am to a two-person band: the first, my posada’s roosters calling for the morning sun; the second, the local bread maker biking past, calling the community to come get their fresh “pão, pão…pão, pão(bread). He always says it in this rhythm, like Morse code, just to make sure my pleasant dreams can’t interfere with his morning work. (Sometimes I feel like Bill Murray in Ground Hog Day, except we are all speaking Portuguese) Then I leave the posada… Much of the community in “downtown” Pintadas starts the day early. When I wake up, I often feel like me, the roosters, and the bread maker are the only ones awake in town. You know the feeling, right? But then take to the streets for a morning stroll or to catch a 6am bus to Salvador (like the one I am on now) only to find the hustle and bustle of humanity in motion – our collective kinetic energy just starting to pick up speed with the turning of a new day. Whether you are in NYC or Pintadas, waking up early always provides this sensation (albeit on a different scale).

Over the past several weeks, my research on increasing community resilience against climate shocks explored how povoados (small villages) prepare for and experience droughts, which vary in severity. I am lucky to be working with an expert on climatology and economic development, Jen Burney, who is graciously guiding me through this research process. She is a guru, with years of experience in Africa and was recently named a National Geographic Explorer of the Week.

Here, in this semi-arid landscape, minor droughts happen nearly every year and last 3-4 months; extreme droughts, like the one now, occur every 20-30 years, lasting between 1-4 years. Drought, like its equally scary twin, famine, is complex, making accurate predictions and concrete solutions elusive. These phenomena attack our most marginalized populations, often in rural environs, with structural and institutional deficits. Perplexingly, they can rear their ugly heads even when rain and/or food stocks exist (green droughts). Moreover, vulnerability among rural communities is only enhanced by the fact that the small, family farmer relies on the land and heavens – for crops and livestock – to literally put food on the table. Most people reading this blog, like the one writing it, have lost that wonderful proximity to Mother Nature that we once bore out of necessity. There is good in this: increased security, convenience, productivity, and fewer mosquitoes (if I could un-create one species, it would probably be that one; alas, I know we probably need if for something though any possible reason escapes me at the moment). I digress. I guess the question is: what’s been lost due to the decline of humanity’s proximity to nature? I’ll leave that open ended…

One component of our research, the semi-structured group interview, gave me face time with four povoados. In total, I probably meet with 70+ people during these group interviews. The way they categorize drought was pretty much as I expected. I was caught off guard, however, while hearing how farmers experience drought: when the small, earthen dam has been dry since 2011; or when feedstock prices rise sharply; or when purchasing a delivery from a carro pipa (water truck) is your saving grace for family and farm; or when a portion of your animals (essentially farmer income and savings) die; or when staple crops haven’t grown for 10 years; or when the knowledge of your ancestors that once accurately predicted the weather using plants, animals, the wind, the halo of the moon ceases to function. It got real. One kind old lady told me, “I am scared my farm wont make it”; a wise man in his 70’s told me “the community here is thirsty”. Yet, in spite of all of this adversity, the groups displayed dignity, humor, compassion, hope and pragmatism, some walking long distances to come chat with me. At first they didn’t know what to make of the situations: this smiley Gringo, this alemão (most blond, light-skinned people are referred to as alemão – German – in the Northeast of Brazil) asking all sorts of strange questions. However, after a few jokes and sincere concern, they saw that I was a friend. At the close of a couple of the meetings they actually sang songs for me with verses like, foi bom conhecer você (it was nice to meet you). I clapped with them and can still see each of their beautiful, sun-carved faces illuminated by their smiles. We all hugged, they wished me good luck with my research, volta sempre (always return / come back anytime), and then, amidst dim streetlights and cobblestone, they walked back to their uncertain futures with heads held high.

The other day my head was swimming with these thoughts and, as I do when I am a little stressed and far from the ocean, I went for a long run on the dirt roads of this faraway place to escape the buildings, WIFI, the distractions, and reflect on these meetings. Dawn and dusk in the Sertão is a magic time and place for a runner. Family farms are as idyllic as you could imagine: clothes drying on the line in the sun; cows, goats, horses, and pot-bellied pigs grazing the nearby fields; farmers fixing barb-wired fences, mending broken terraces, tending to palma forrajiera (a highly resilient variety of cactus, from Mexico I think, used for animal feed and one of the primary reasons farmers are enduring this current drought); occasional passersby on motorcycles wearing tank tops, salt-of-the-earth grandpas driving donkey-drawn carriages with their grandchildren onboard, school buses with faces of curious kids pressed against the windows; all greeting the running gringo with a honk, a wave, or a smile; I return the favor. Acknowledging one another is the spark that creates a bonfire of respect between new friends.

During this particular run, on my favorite dirt road leading out of town, I come across two young boys, no older than 14, walking behind a cow and her calf. I ask if the animals got lost… They said they sold them and I started to regret asking my question, thinking that the drought forced them to sell. Farmer losses can be high in the case of a forced livestock sale during a drought, but maintaining them can be even more costly, even futile. I didn’t ask why because part of me didn’t want to know the answer. I was already overwhelmed by the group interviews and needed to rest my brain. The image stayed with me the entire run.

Luckily, the landscape provided new distractions. Like winners in Las Vegas, earthen reservoirs that still have water are few and far between in this land, but they attract a lot of attention. They are whimsical because they are so rare and starkly contrast everything around them. If you think about it, these reservoirs in a semi-arid land are like the inverse of islands. More prevalent are the unfortunate losers, those reservoirs that – due to climate change or microclimate or high demand or deforestation or small size or bad luck or a combination of everything – have long been dry. There is a strange paradox here. While dryness overtakes these watery places, islands like Tuvalu and Maldives slowly being overtaken by the sea. Again, I need to find a more uplifting distraction. I tell myself, “keep running; think less.”

At this point I’ve probably run about 8 kilometers, the farthest thus far on this specific road, when I arrive to a fork. To the left is Mandacaru – 16 km and to the right is Coração de Jesus – 6km. Mandacaru is a flower that is culturally significant because when it blooms, ancestral knowledge says rain is on the way. Group interviewees unanimously said that they stopped trusting the bloom of the Mandacaru about 10-15 years ago. It now blooms, but rain doesn’t come. Before it was a reliable indicator. Climate change? Most likely. This is just one example of such natural rain indicators among dozens that have stopped working over the past 10-15 years. Now to the right, Coração de Jesus (God’s Heart), caught my interest because, though I don’t go to church, I am religiously curious. You can’t understand Brazil without understanding the role of the Catholic Church. Also, Jesus’s Heart was closer, so I went right. As I run, I think about Velsey, the lovely, knowledgeable woman that runs my pousada. She happens to be one of the primary religious leaders in town. She knows I don’t read the Bible or attend church, but that makes our conversations richer. Talking about climate change and human hubris, she tells me the story of the Tower of Babel. She tells me that when man comes to believe that he dominates the Earth, God changes all the rules to mix everything up. Good scripture regardless of one’s creed.

Well, the sunset at this point is incredible! In every direction, clouds that tease of rain now take on every possible color, competing with the painted soils that dirty my shoes with a multi-colored pallet of dust. I then realize that I better turn back, or I will be finishing my run in pitch black. I begin my return home. About halfway, I round a corner and there are the same boys that I saw earlier, still walking the cow and calf to destination-unknown. I decide I have to chat with them. I say hi, they ask if I am from Germany, I say no, USA. They introduced themselves as Mateus and Gil. I introduced myself as Jyro since my name is hard for Brazilians to pronounce. I ask if they sold the animals because of the drought, Mateus says, “No. No. My dad is buying new cows and wanted to sell these.” Phew! I sighed with relief. Sometimes we worry too much I guess.

I smiled, we gave each other a thumbs-up (very Brazilian), and carried on in our separate directions. Now I was alone again, except for a few dozen cows in the fields. As I started to run, their gaze followed me like sunflowers in a field tracking the sun.

“There’s a general culture in this country to cut all the trees. It makes me so angry because everyone is cutting and no one is planting.” — Wangari Maathai

Thanks for reading! Once all my meetings are finished in Salvador and Brasilia this week, I’ll tell you what the Sertão, the Great Barrier Reef, and New York City have in common.

From Brazil to Africa and Back Again

I wear a fist-shaped, green necklace around my neck. It beats against my chest when I run. I only take it off when I surf, for fear of loosing it. It’s made of African greenstone, my favorite. The stone is from Zambia — a precious gift given to me during a trip there in 2011. Wearing it reminds me of the Zambezi River, the generous people of Africa, their rich cultures, the profound wildlife, and the incredible 2-month journey in a continent I’d dreamt about visiting since childhood.

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Rewind to Bahia, Brazil in 2008. At this time, in Salvador, I purchased a small wood carving strikingly similar to that of my greenstone fist. This image of a fist – called a fig – is considered good luck in both Africa and Brazil. The cultural transmission from the former to the latter must have taken place centuries before. I believe Africa is the mother to us all, but who knows where the fig comes from. Maybe it has its roots somewhere else. Maybe an anthropologist will tell me one day…

I am back in Brazil, currently working with a dedicated group of rural development professionals from Ghana, Kenya, Nigeria, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Bangladesh, South Africa, and Nepal. Here in Bahia, Brazil, where the city of Salvador is considered to be the most African city outside of Africa, there are moments when I forget if I am in Salvador, Brazil or Maputo, Mozambique (also Portuguese-speaking). The knowledge, charisma and dedication of my colleagues from Africa and Asia inspire me more than they know. They are here to exchange ideas within a learning platform called ELLA, which is associated with my partner NGO, Adapta Sertão. Along with the ELLA organizers (Daniele Cesano, Martin Obermaier, Charlotte Heffer, Thais Corral, and Emily Trainor) we have all become fast friends. The stories from their home countries — experiences grounded in an incredible breadth of environmental, cultural, political, agricultural and historical understanding — amaze me on an hourly basis.

We are in the community of Pintadas, Bahia, Brazil. (Interesting side note: I am apparently the first person from the United States here in Pintadas, an intriguing thought.) My research, based out of UCSD, is helping Adapta Sertão determine the best technologies and strategies to help rural farmers in the Sertão region adapt to climate change. Bolstering resilience and improving livelihoods is the name of the game. My climatology analysis is nearly done and now we have to start looking at socio-economic indicators to see the impacts of the regions changing water cycle, especially ever-increasing droughts. The current drought here, starting in 2010, is said to be the worst in over 50 years. During a farm visit with a farmer named, Maceus, we saw how innovative these farmers can be. Deep wells, crop diversification (including varieties of cactus), drip technology, and many other techniques are yielding results and increasing climate resilience. These farmers, this community, and my colleagues from Brazil, Africa, and Asia give me a great deal of hope that we will improve the livelihoods of vulnerable communities around the world.

Tomorrow morning I will run again, and the green fist will beat. Many of us feel that same green beat and we should continue to act on it; in spite of our frustration with the UNFCCC gridlock (fingers crossed COP-18), in spite of the reluctance of our respective domestic governments to agree (fingers crossed 2nd Obama administration), in spite of the skeptics. Just keep running — our sense of direction is sound. Good luck to the good work.

A special thanks to the ELLA participants (below). You are true thought-leaders.

Antwi-Boasiako Amoah (from Ghana); Farayi Madziwa (from Zimbabwe, resides in South Africa); Hedwig “Halima” Nenkari (from Kenya); Leonard Unganai (from Zimbabwe, Unganai means “come together” in Shona); Monica Chundama (from Zambia); Mousumi Pervin (from Bangladesh); Ram Chandra Khana (from Nepal); Sherpard Zvigadza (from Zimbabwe); Simon Shomkegh (from Nigeria); Stephen Awuni (from Ghana); Ujjal Tiwari (from Nepal); Victor Orindi (from Kenya).

#Green Week Ahead (May 07-13)

Hello everyone — I hope you had a festive Cinco de May weekend!

Here’s what I am planning to attend this week. If anyone has any additional events that they would like to share – this week or next – please feel free to comment.

Tues May 08

One of thousands of islands in Queensland, Australia.

On a personal note, I am excited to announce that I will be teaching a monthlong course on sustainability this summer for San Diego State University undergraduates. The course, as part of their study abroad program, will be conducted throughout Queensland, Australia. I will be giving a pre-departure orientation on this day as we prepare to explore, firsthand numerous socio-environmental issues, developing a new perspective regarding our relationship with the planet.


Wed May 09

CleanTECH Advocacy Meeting from 2-3:30pm.

David Victor

New Ways to Stop Global Warming from 5:15-7:00pm. Professor of Political Science and Climate Change Specialist, David Victor discusses how global warming is affecting our planet today. Professor Victor will explore strategies that would be more effective in addressing issues surrounding climate change. He recently authored a 2011 Economist Best Book – Global Warming Gridlock – and advises countries and companies regarding energy and climate policy.

Here’s an interview I did with Professor Victor while studying with him at UCSD. My Interview with David Victor.



My Close Friend & Mentor, Byron Washom, On TEDx

From Midway Island to Hawaii, from Hawaii to California, then MIT and back again. During this journey, he explored live ammunition fields, fell for surfing, set numerous energy world records, and developed amazing projects here at UC San Diego. Byron’s incredible life experiences, game-changing accomplishments, and deep insights create a story you MUST hear!

How do we tap into our innate creativity? Byron encourages us to follow our passion and push the boundaries, even beyond our comfort zone — beyond the barrier reef. How right he is. One in a million, Byron. Slam dunk!

Green Week Ahead (April 23 – 29)

Hope everyone had a great Earth Day yesterday! Here’s what I am planning to attend this week. If anyone has any additional events that they would like to share – this week or next – please feel free to comment.

Fri April 27

I lived and worked in Brazil for several months. It is country near and dear to my heart. Moreover, in June of this year, the country will be hosting nations from the world over with a single – albeit broad – topic in mind. Sustainability. UCSD’s School of International Relations and Pacific Studies is hosting a lecture on this critical event.

How Can Rio+20 Generate Tangible Results Toward Environmental Sustainability and Human Development?

“The amazing speaker for this event is Jacques Marcovitch. Founded on the outcomes of the Human Development Index, Jacques proposes to focus on a multilateral agreement to reach a globally accepted Environmental Sustainability Index. He highlights major environmental changes and advocates maintaining distinct approaches to measure human development & environmental sustainability.”

His impressive professional history: former president, University of São Paulo;  current Professor of Strategy and International Affairs at the University of São Paulo; board member at the International Relations and Development Studies Institute (Geneva); member, the Global Agenda Council on the Future of Latin America and the World Economic Forum; management board member, Sustainable Amazon Foundation.