How One Jewish Writer Learned to Love Christmas (Kinda)
But don’t take her anywhere near Peacock Lane.
But don’t take her anywhere near Peacock Lane.
When civilization coughs up its final death rattle, one of the last bastions of mankind’s survival will lie near Corvallis behind a modest sign touting a simple mantra: “Preserving plant genetic resources for all time.”
A machine so miraculous that it provides 10 percent of the world’s electricity. Weans us from oil. Halts global warming. Saves the planet. Four such devices, designed to harness the energy of ocean waves, may do just that.