Stepping out of my flat today, in shorts, a tank top and flip-flops, as I walk to my yoga class around the corner from my apartment, soaking up Singapore's hot and humid equatorial heat at a constant steamy 30 degrees Celsius, it's very difficult for me to imagine that in a few weeks' time I will be at the very heart of Siberia.
Shell's failure in the Arctic should become a transformational moment for Obama and our addiction to deadly fossil fuels. While he's at it, he should pledge to end all new fossil fuel leasing on public lands and oceans, which would keep 450 billion tons of greenhouse pollution out of the atmosphere.
In a few short months, world delegates will descend on Paris to debate over an acceptable framework on energy policies for their respective countries, one designed to hold global temperatures to a 2C degree increase over preindustrial levels. If this feels like a familiar film, it's because we have been there before.