Sometime around 1989, when Mollison was registering his ultimate dreams upon the cosmos, I was hanging out with some cool architects in Boulder, Colorado at SERI, where we had enjoyed almost a decade of uninterrupted focus on the new energy paradigm and (inadvertently) on 'sustainability,' if you can imagine that. To me, life begins with a passive envelope, or you probably don't deserve to live in a house at all. I'm so sick of hearing them flaunt the word, sustainability, whether in conjunction with the Urban Congress folks, or the baby lambs over at LEED. "Placemaking," these people ain't. And if I have to read about yet another "Green Energy efficient LEED Certified WalMart," before they own up to the mountainside they chopped off last year to build that last one here in Little Rock, for Christ's sakes, where have all the real architects gone? Big Up!, to me mates down under, for spearheading permaculture into the realm of real global solutions. I'm like 20 videos in and groovin on every one. Mind you, it ain't all fun and games. We've had zillions of whitefly and these pesky birds trying to eat everything right off the vine. I never realized I needed to build a scarecrow. Speaking of Oz, I really need a hat like Geoff's and one of those frisky blue healers!