A local couple looks forward to a long weekend attending a music festival 120 miles from their mountaintop home.  Man gets up early the day before they plan to depart and drives his econobox diesel import 90 miles closer to the event to set up a tent early (he’s a cautious guy) to reserve a spot in a campground located 30 miles from the festival grounds.

90 miles later, the man returns home, having laid the groundwork for a wonderful American-style weekend.

Early the next morning the man gets up and drives 40 miles round trip to drop off their dog to a dogsitter. (Me.) Man then returns home, hooks up pickup truck to his 5th wheel RV and along with spousal unit drives 75 miles up and over a mountain pass back to the aforementioned campground.  Sets up RV camp, eats dinner. Probably asleep before sunset.

Friday morning they get in their pickup truck and drive 30 miles to the festival. Drink beer, eat food, listen to music. All well and good. Then its 30 more miles back to camp.

Saturday morning they again drive 30 miles to the festival. Drink beer, eat food, listen to music. All well and good. Then its 30 more miles back to camp.

Sunday morning they drive 30 miles to the festival. Drink beer, eat food, listen to music. All well and good. By afternoon they’ve had enough of the sun, food and music, then its 30 more miles back to camp. The man and woman pack up and head home, 75 miles away.

Once back home, man drops off spousal unit and RV, jumps back into the econobox and drives 40 miles round trip to retrieve his dog.

He was dog tired too.

Isn’t freedom wonderful?

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But is this kind of excess an anomaly for the couple in their quest for mobility? Uh, nope. The man has driven more than once from Montana to the east coast to bring cases of wine to his old friends.



Enjoy what could well be our last few months of culturally reinforced American insularity and relative plenitude. But at least put this bit of news in your pipe and smoke it in the meantime.  Talk about it with family and friends. Or start digging up your backyard to grow some veggies.

I’m a happy guy despite how it may appear, but I am concerned about our economic situation. And I’m sure you probably are as well. If you aren’t concerned yet, you will be, even if you are a filthy rich redneck living off the grid at the end of your private road.

I think Americans across the board are about to experience a whole new world of hardship and economic pain that is incomprehensible to most of us at this juncture. I really hope not, but I’m not going betting against this out of control economic freight train.

“Barack Obama, and the criminal class on Wall Street, aided by a corporate media that continues to peddle silly video moments, fatuous gossip and trash talk as news while we endure the greatest economic crisis in our history, may have fooled us, but the rest of the world knows we are bankrupt. And these nations are damned if they are going to continue to prop up an inflated dollar and sustain the massive federal budget deficits, swollen to over $2 trillion, which fund America’s imperial expansion in Eurasia and our system of casino capitalism. They have us by the throat. They are about to squeeze.”

Link to Truthdig article.

So what’s the big problem? The rest of the world’s leading nations are actively dumping the dollar as reserve currency. What does this mean? How about the end of the American way of life. The end of American hegemony. The end of rampant militarization.  And possibly much, much worse.

When we elected Barack Obama, I was hopeful until I realized (again) that the problems which ail our country are fatal flaws that no politician can possibly fix. We are beyond broke. But of course, Obama’s good at fixing small problems with a single swat.

We are to put it mildly, screwed. Don’t say you didn’t know or believe the worst was still in front of you, read the article and get ready for the next economic crapstorm.

Hide me as a friend if you don’t like the topic. Or thank me later after you acknowledge that nobody you know is really talking about what’s going to happen next in this country. It’s called denial.

Or don’t thank me at all. But at least try to remove as much of yourself from the tracks as you can or you might get squashed flat like a Lincoln cent or smushed like the fly in the vid.

Status Quo

People generally like to change, but only because they want to: lose weight, quit smoking, find or lose God,  make or save more money, get sober, or even get drunk. But sometimes people are confronted with change because they have no other choice.  Since this involuntary change taints America’s manifest destiny to do as we damn well please, it will take a while before we realize those uncontrollable changes are often the changes we need to make most.

We’ve thoroughly exhausted the cherished capitalist premise that more is better: we built bigger houses for all our stuff but they became too big to heat; we bought cars that could ferry a soccer team (or just a soccer mom) but were too big to park and too expensive to own; we thought we were embracing a simpler life by squeezing in a day in the garden between working and shopping and even an extra job to pay for it all.

No more.

I’ve done my share of propping up the American status quo. So have you. Admit it, we’re all culpable for the bubbles and the busts that have stolen the soul of our country. Not just the other guy or other party. No amount Tea Partying is going to fix the mess.

Now that America is bleeding like a stuck pig, you’re probably doing less propping up of the status quo in lockstep with everybody else because you can no longer afford to. That’s why Detroit is in the shitter. Ditto every other business you can think of. Why? Because you have to reign your purchasing in, not because you want to, most likely.

So finding yourself having to do much more with far less, what’re you going to do? Change your lifestyle and purchasing habits, only more than what you’re doing already.

I’m as guilty as the next person who lives in the industrial world when it comes to consuming stuff as my birthright. But I’m not so caught up in personal psychodrama (maintaining the status quo) that I don’t feel the need to rebel against this dangerous, bleeding beast called consumerism, wherever it rears its ugly and stubborn head. And I see it in the lives of people who call themselves environmentally aware, responsible adults. Uh huh.

You can rebel. And then you can rebel some more. But first you have to let go of some of your stuff, both mental and physical. It isn’t easy getting over yourself and your stuff. I’m slashing my consumer footprint. I seldom drive my car, which I bought new in 1989. I’ve worked from home for 11 years, eat little meat, drink water from a creek, wear extra layers instead of reaching for the thermostat, and while I’m at it, tend a compost heap and a garden (with my wife and partner Tamera) and chop wood to burn in a high-tech soapstone stove. Oh yeah, we don’t watch TV either. So pin a medal on my chest, right?

Years ago I made a decision to live more like people did 100 years ago and still do in developing countries because it’s far more sustainable and affordable. I ride a bike for recreation, or ski, hike, raft or kayak. Human-powered recreation is one way to pummel the status quo because when you do something physical it’s always in the moment. So we moved to the mountains next to a real river with fewer than 10 people per square mile. The simple life only makes sense in a simple place. If you’re in the middle of the urban milieu, good luck cutting through your own crap that keeps you there.

While we choose to live differently, some people I know and love (though not necessarily respect their rec choices) choose to race cars, motorcycles, ATVs, etc. Some have 50-inch flat panel televisions in every room and leave their computers on all the time. Or stay stuck in places that cost an arm and a leg, clinging to their personal traditions and lack of inertia to make real changes.

Seems whatever some people do personally to conserve is lost in a mad rush to entertainment by fossil-fueled lifestyles and diversions that are so deeply ingrained it is astonishing.

“It’s overconsumption, not population growth, that is the fundamental problem: By almost any measure, a small portion of the world’s people – those in the affluent, developed world – use up most of the Earth’s resources and produce most of its greenhouse gas emissions.”

Here’s an interesting article that explains why (y)our precious American-style consumerism is more dangerous than overpopulation.

Here’s another brief but interesting article about “economic survivalism.”

Al Gore will testify next month on climate change issues. He will be the only witness to appear before the Energy and Commerce Subcommittee on Energy and Air Quality and the Science and Technology Subcommittee on Energy and Environment. Gore served on both committees during his House tenure representing a Tennessee district.

How much will this dog and pony show cost taxpayers? A ton. How much will this change anything? Will anyone at this meeting be conserving anything. Why hell no. Zip.

Our illustrious senators and congress could have simply watched An Inconvenient Truth.

Link to article.

» European countries have warmest January on record. Link to article.

» Report to link global warming to humans. (“With 90% certainty”) Link to article.

» Researchers in the United States have calculated that only 1 per cent of all the materials flowing through the domestic economy goes into products which are still being used six months later. The Brits have even coined a name for it in their country, which leads the EU in generating solid waste: consumer adultery.

Link to article.

Take a hard look around. What do you see, really? A world consumed with itself, billions of people whose only principle motivation is to feed their faces and buy stuff to feather their nests. Damn the environmental and political torpedoes, it’s full speed ahead. Business as usual. The corporate makeover of our beautiful world continues apace and you are a pawn in the game. Responsible for the outcome even. And the outcome doesn’t look too good.

If you don’t believe me, take a hard look around.

I’ve been writing this blog and beating this drum now for over 4 years. In that time, not a single reader has weighed in with a rebuttal or “right on” acknowledgement that this assertion “we’re doomed” may very well be true. And if not one reader can even bring themself to endorse the notion that things may be worse than we realize, it is a sure bet that they aren’t doing anything to ameliorate the problem, like walking to work, recycling, nocycling, bicycling, or being a vegetarian at least one day a week.

Funny thing is, most people who read this blog are my friends and family. What does this mean, other than nobody, not even one’s mother, loves a gloom and doomer? It means most people, like you, can’t handle the truth, much less do anything to shape the outcome. Just like Jack Nicholson said to Tom Cruise.

At this point, I’ve learned not to care what people such as you think. I have learned that it doesn’t matter what others do or don’t do. It matters what I do. I can control that. Which means I can control what flies out of my fingers as I write this diatribe. And adjust accordingly.

What about you? Is your head buried in the superifical sand, or burrowed deeply up the eliminative canal where the sun doesn’t shine?

I thought so. Have a nice day being a wallflower AND an enviro-schmuck.

It was damn cold last night. So cold that ice formed on the window frames of our house, inside. So cold that horizontal icicles began forming wherever outside air managed to seep in around the doors. Have you ever seen horizontal icicles outside of “The Day After Tomorrow”? No? You must live in the temperate zone and don’t watch epic disaster movies. (I know, you’re too busy surviving disasters…)

Has your butt ever fallen asleep because you in front of your computer too long without taking a break? Hey it happens. Even during the warmer months of the year, the exquisitely luxuriant and sedentary life of a writer is conducive to causing cold extremities because the calorie-consuming business activity is mostly mental. In other words, my feet, hands and even my nose gets cold while sitting at the computer all day. As I sit typing this morning I have two shirts on, a fleece pair of pants, and Uggs on my feet.

Sometimes no article of clothing seems to be enough, which means sometimes the best thing to do is go outside to warm up! One of my favorite breaks is taking Mr. Chu for a sled run down to the mailbox and walking back up. It’s 1/2 mile to the mailbox, and 1/2 mile back, so this usually warms me up inside, not to mention giving Dogman the opportunity for a romp. Plus, it makes the house feel like a hothouse when we get back inside.

Thankfully we burn wood (free except for labor) and not oil or electricity to keep warm. It would cost a fortune to heat our house any other way. I tried a couple of older stoves and found them tough to deal with; lots of ash, low burn temperatures, lots of maintenance, and lots of wood. But a few years back I bought a stove with a catalytic secondary combustion technology from Woodstock Soapstone Company. They are very expensive units, but they are the Ferrari of woodburners. And they get the burn mileage of a hybrid. They’re incredibly efficient. I can go literally months without having to clean out the residual ash, and the vent stack stays nice and clean through most of the winter. And the clearest sign that it’s a great stove is in watching smoke come out of the stack. As in not very much smoke at all.

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