In Between Naps
Wednesday. An interesting program on PBS television's Nova last night. Something I hadn't realized was they've found a series of factors (primarily air pollution and jet aircraft exhaust) that have resulted in a significant world wide cooling effect (blocking the sun) and the global warming we've experienced would be much greater without the particulates we've been so happily pumping into the atmosphere. My impression from the program was they're looking at a seventy-five foot rise in the level of the ocean by the end of the century. Hi, ho. Seventy-five feet. Best to be getting out of Dodge well before then, I would imagine. Given what everyone seems to be projecting with all this increased longevity business, one or two of you may be alive at the turn of the next century. Hope you're able to swim.
Oh, and can we head this business off at the pass? They said so, if we act within the next ten years, but I think we all know that's not going to happen. No way we're going to get our act together in another ten years. Interesting shit. A rise in temperature in the range of fifteen to twenty degrees. Two-thirds of all living species not able to adapt. The mind boggles. But we've been in mind boggling mode for so long now with everything else, what's another end of the world problem plopped down on our plate? Can we blame it all on Bush? I would hope so. “It was Bush's fault” said the last man on the raft. “It was Bush's fault.”
Uplifting way to start an entry.
I have every confidence in our ability to fuck up the planet. Pass the sake, please. If we're going, we might as well go with a buzz.
Well, that was written last night. It's morning now, back from breakfast, listening to the radio as I write, the head in a good place. There are things I'd like to get done today, I'm sure of it, and I'm thinking of making a list. By noon. Give me the rest of the day to get them done. In between naps.