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Pope Benedict XVI attacked false prophet Gore and religion of global warming.

December 16, 2007 · 3 Comments

The Daily Mail reported:

Pope Benedict XVI has launched a surprise attack on climate change prophets of doom, warning them that any solutions to global warming must be based on firm evidence and not on dubious ideology.

The leader of more than a billion Roman Catholics suggested that fears over man-made emissions melting the ice caps and causing a wave of unprecedented disasters were nothing more than scare-mongering.

The German-born Pontiff said that while some concerns may be valid it was vital that the international community based its policies on science rather than the dogma of the environmentalist movement.

WAIT JUST ONE SECOND. . . . ARE YOU FREAKIN SERIOUS?

Well, folks. . .it’s been a long time. Just leave it to the Pope to get my panties all in a bunch!

After hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The first thing that strikes me as amazingly ironic is, that the Catholic religion wrote the book on “scare-mongering!” Pope, don’t you know when you point one finger, there is three pointing back??

Then of course secondly… and probably the most ironic is, he wants us to base everything on hard science! The Pope! A religion that is faith based would like the international community to make sure they have hard proof the environment is in trouble! Are you sure we can’t rely on a gut feeling?? Maybe? No!? Why not!

One could say.. . if one were to be so bold: There is more proof out there about an environmental crisis than there is of God’s existence!

Does anyone else feel uneasy about the Pope using words like: science, dogma, and ideology in the same breath?

It may just be me. I may be crazy! But, I thought one of the greatest proofs of God’s existence was the “environment.” From the swamps to the mountains and everything in-between, everything below, and above!

Every day the rain forest and amazon are in more trouble and with that, unknown amounts of species of plants, and animals. Every day more pollution goes into our air, our rivers, lakes, and oceans. Every day children starve around the world.  That is the most sad of all. However, that brings up a crisis even more dire. . . the human crisis.

It just makes me very suspicious. . . WHO’S POCKET ARE YOU IN POPE BENEDICT?

Well, that’s it for my ramble quotient for the day. Just wanted to give a shout out to everyone! Hope all is well! (I am doing fabulous… I actually just bought a Toyota Prius…(or maybe I will call it my Toyota Pious from now on!) 50 mpg!)

Oh wait, one more thing!

Revelation 9:4

“And it was commanded them that they should not hurt the grass of the earth, neither any green thing, neither any tree;”

TAKE THAT POPE!!

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Aubade - Do you have one?

October 2, 2007 · 2 Comments

An Aubade is a song of the dawn, usually linked with the motif of waking lovers and their reluctant parting.AubadeI work all day, and get half-drunk at night.Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.In time the curtain-edges will grow light.Till then I see what’s really always there:Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,Making all thought impossible but howAnd where and when I shall myself die.Arid interrogation: yet the dreadOf dying, and being dead,Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse- The good not done, the love not given, timeTorn off unused - nor wretchedly becauseAn only life can take so long to climbClear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;But at the total emptiness for ever,The sure extinction that we travel toAnd shall be lost in always. Not to be here,Not to be anywhere,And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.This is a special way of being afraidNo trick dispels. Religion used to try,That vast, moth-eaten musical brocadeCreated to pretend we never die,And specious stuff that says No rational beingCan fear a thing it will not feel, not seeingThat this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,Nothing to love or link with,The anasthetic from which none come round.And so it stays just on the edge of vision,A small, unfocused blur, a standing chillThat slows each impulse down to indecision.Most things may never happen: this one will,And realisation of it rages outIn furnace-fear when we are caught withoutPeople or drink. Courage is no good:It means not scaring others. Being braveLets no one off the grave.Death is no different whined at than withstood.Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,Have always known, know that we can’t escape,Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ringIn locked-up offices, and all the uncaringIntricate rented world begins to rouse.The sky is white as clay, with no sun.Work has to be done.Postmen like doctors go from house to house.-Philip Larkin Aubade-Hark! hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,And Phoebus ‘gins arise,His steeds to water at those springsOn chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds beginTo ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty bin,My lady sweet, arise!Arise, arise!-William Shakespeare-AubadeFirst minutes of morning. Youabout to call it a night, meready for another day. The birdsloud, echoes in the stillnessof not-yet-day. The neighbors’shower water rumbling through wallslike half-heard promises. Our bodiesstiff—yours too long at the computer,mine from deep sleep. We don’t speak.So it is a surprise to hearyour deep “please,” lipspressed to my ear, to feelwater and hands cascadedown my body.-Beverly Acuff Momoi-AubadeNot even the sky.But a memory of sky,and the blue of the earthin your lungs.Earthless earth: to watchhow the sky will enclose you, grow vastwith the wordsyou leave unsaid - and nothingwill be lost.I am your distress, the seamin the wallthat opens to the windand its stammering, stormin the plural - this other nameyou give your world: exilein the rooms of home.Dawn folds, fatherswitness,the aspen and the ashthat fall. I come back to youthrough this fire, a remnantof the season to come,and will be to youas dust, as air,as nothingthat will not haunt you.In the place before breathwe feel our shadows cross.-Paul Auster-AubadeMy joy is the same as twelve holsteinsStanding in the morning lightUgly Ragged Not cleanLike the thin cry of a calfLike an angel sinking it’s teeth into my throatThe long windows openThe sidewalks puddle underfootBlack and white wintersThe pace steady, undefinedUnder a street-lamp and off into ongoingnessAn irregular wind brushes my curtains asideA whirlwind of rotten fabricBursting from the nostrilsTo floatBefore they fall.-Emily Salas (My Aubade)-

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Quote of the Day - Because I am lame and do not have the courage to write

October 1, 2007 · 3 Comments

He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love-of-county stance, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action! It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.

-Albert Einstein

(I just found this today . . .it’s the 16th. ..I posted this on the 1st http://www.writtenonthecity.com/display.php?image=712&loc=1&type=city)

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A Reluctant Pep Talk to Myself

September 21, 2007 · 8 Comments

Ok, because it seemed like a good idea (http://www.fourbux.com/) at the time. . .and a few were complaining that I wasn’t being upbeat enough. . .here is my mission statement.

(takes a deep breath…and holds it.)

I will be more optimistic.

Even if that means smacking myself a bit.

I will be more chipper.

Even if that means I must use a higher pitched voice while being so.

I will be more patient.

Especially with my loved ones.  (With whom I often want to kick in the ass. . .and I’m sure they would love to return the favor.)  And even if. . .that means keeping my fists off the car horn.

I will be less forgiving.

But, on the flip side. . .more forgetful!

I will take things less seriously.

Except of course, this mission statement.

I will get off my lazy ass and exercise.

Even if that means getting off my lazy ass and excercising.

I will take control.

Without going out of control.

 I will remove the empty toilet paper roll and replace it with a new one.

Because this bothers some people.

I will.

I promise.

I will think more before I speak.

Although that may make me less entertaining.

Lastly (although I am surely missing a lot more) I will quit casually smoking.

Because that’s just plain fucking stupid.

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How far do we go, before there is no turning back?

August 25, 2007 · 6 Comments

Not too long ago I read somewhere that eventually wars will be waged over fertile land and clean water sources. A scary thought indeed but, how close to the truth is it?

On my most recent trip I met a farmer from Iowa. I was curious if the rumors were true…is farming a lot more lucrative than it was thirty years ago? We discussed shortly the government’s interest in corn for an alternative and an answer to lessening our dependancy on fossil fuel. I wondered if that would be valuable to a farmer. She had mixed feelings on the issue. In actuality how practical is it? The College of Agricultural Sciences at PennState suggests:

Burning shelled corn as a fuel can be a feasible way of dealing with the high prices of more conventional fuels such as fuel oil, propane, natural gas, coal, and firewood. Utilizing corn as a fuel does not compete with the food supply needed for nourishment throughout the world. While it is recognized that malnutrition is a serious global problem, the world is not experiencing a food production problem. Instead the world faces political challenges associated with providing infrastructure systems for food distribution and storage.

Contemporary agricultural systems can produce sufficient quality and quantity of food for the world’s population, with additional resources available so that agricultural products can be used as fuel, pharmaceuticals, and chemical feedstocks. Shelled corn is a fuel that can be produced within 180 days, compared to the millennia needed to produce fossil fuels.

Then I find some very helpful information from the website: howstuffworks:

With so much volatility in today’s world oil market, many are seeking out alternative fuels to power cars. Some, including corn producers, have touted ethanol is a possible alternative fuel. Ethanol, or ethyl alcohol, is made by fermenting and distilling simple sugars from corn. Ethanol is sometimes blended with gasoline to produce gasohol. Ethanol-blended fuels account for 12 percent of all automotive fuels sold in the United States, according to the Renewable Fuels Association. In very pure forms, ethanol can be used as an alternative to gasoline in vehicles modified for its use.
In order to calculate how much corn you would have to grow to produce enough ethanol to fuel a trip across the country, there are a couple of basic factors we have to consider:

Let’s assume that you drive a Toyota Camry, the best-selling car in America in 2000. We know that the Toyota Camry with automatic transmission gets 30 miles per gallon of gas on the highway.
Gasoline is more efficient than ethanol. One gallon of gasoline is equal to 1.5 gallons of ethanol. This means that same Camry would only get about 20 miles to the gallon if it were running on ethanol.
We also need to know how far you are traveling: Let’s say from Los Angeles to New York, which is 2,774 miles (4,464.2 km), according to MapQuest.com.
Through research performed at Cornell University, we know that 1 acre of land can yield about 7,110 pounds (3,225 kg) of corn, which can be processed into 328 gallons (1240.61 liters) of ethanol. That is about 26.1 pounds (11.84 kg) of corn per gallon.
First, we need to figure out how much fuel we will need:

2,774 miles / 20 miles per gallon = 138.7 gallons
(METRIC: 4,464.2 km / 8.5 km per liter = 525.2 liters)
We know that it takes 26.1 pounds of corn to make 1 gallon of ethanol, so we can now calculate how many pounds of corn we need to fuel the Camry on its trip:

138.7 gallons * 26.1 pounds = 3,620.07 total pounds of corn
(METRIC: 525.2 liters * 3.13 kg = 1,642 kg)
You will need to plant a little more than a half an acre of corn to produce enough ethanol to fuel your trip.

If you think you would save any money by using ethanol, guess again. Ethanol is expensive to process. According to the research from Cornell, you need about 140 gallons (530 liters) of fossil fuel to plant, grow and harvest an acre of corn. So, even before the corn is converted to ethanol, you’re spending about $1.05 per gallon.

“The energy economics get worse at the processing plants, where the grain is crushed and fermented,” reads the Cornell report. The corn has to be processed with various enzymes; yeast is added to the mixture to ferment it and make alcohol; the alcohol is then distilled to fuel-grade ethanol that is 85- to 95-percent pure. To produce ethanol that can be used as fuel, it also has to be denatured with a small amount of gasoline.

The final cost of the fuel-grade ethanol is about $1.74 per gallon. (Of course, a lot of variables go into that number.) The average price for a gallon of gas in the United States is about $1.40 (!) as of August 9, 2001, according to GasPriceWatch.com. (imagine that! only 6 years later and the price has doubled)

Imagine what type of demand there would be for corn to fuel a nation as big as ours. Imagine the sort of stress the soil would endure because of this demand. Essentially we would be taking valuable land and food sources to power our damn SUVs and Sport Utility vehicles, and eventually render the land completely useless. Now that’s a scary thought.

No worries. Perhaps we can help out Mexico. I recently found this article rather interesting from Oxfam:

Mexico’s 10,000-year heritage of corn production is being destroyed after just 10 years of rigged “free trade” rules with the United States, international agency Oxfam said today.
In a new report, Dumping without borders , Oxfam says that Mexican corn prices are freefalling in competition from heavily subsidized US imports. Local farm incomes are slashed, resulting in rural suffering and misery from which millions of people are seeking escape.

“The Mexican corn crisis is another example of world trade rules that are rigged to help the rich and powerful, while destroying the livelihoods of millions of poor people,” Oxfam Campaigns Director Phil Twyford said.

The US pays its corn farmers $10 billion a year which encourages them to produce a surplus that is then dumped onto world markets at artificially low prices. New Oxfam calculations show US corn is dumped in Mexico at between $105m and $145m a year less than the cost of production.

Oxfam says that successive Mexican governments must share blame for the worsening rural crisis after liberalizing the corn market with little regard for the impact on the lives of the country’s three million corn farmers.

However in May, after Mexico applied anti-dumping duties to subsidized US corn imports, the US lodged a complaint at the World Trade Organization.

“The WTO is in danger of collapsing under the breath-taking hypocrisy of its own rich members,” Twyford said.

“If the benefits of world trade are to be shared fairly – as everyone says they want to see happen – developing countries like Mexico must be allowed to protect their weaker industries. And rich countries like the US must stop subsidizing their agricultural exports.”

Well, perhaps not.

Hey! Maybe corn isn’t the answer! Maybe the answer lies in a tree!

The other day on the news there was research into a tree: the black cottonwood. It is found in Florida. The seeds from this tree can be converted into “biomass fuel.” Researchers and Scientists are very optimistic about the discovery and are planting “trees of the future” for the future. Here is a quote from an article you can find from the Southeast Farm Press.

“Of course, vast farms of the black cottonwood would come with another advantage other than cleaner-burning, cheaper fuel — the trees, like all plants, absorb the most significant greenhouse gas, carbon dioxide. They then store the carbon in their stems, roots and the soil.”

“Basically, you would have a fuel source for our cars that, in the big picture, could help capture almost as much carbon dioxide as it produces,” said UF researcher Gary Peter. “That would go a long way in slowing the biggest driver of global warming.”

The idea was suggested that it would be the future of not just the nation but, for Florida specifically. Lessening Floridian’s dependancy on fossil fuel, and also giving the state a new and valuable revenue.

So, what is the gripe?

I know this is a start but, I think it all is INSANE! Not to mention the fear of the farming practices that would be used to gain the objective, do you really think it is possible for us to depend on our valuable land to fuel the nation? I think not! There just isn’t enough to go around. I am so happy to see a growing awareness, especially in our children about the  environment and the oil crisis.  It’s a shame they have to worry about it, but, it is they who will really be reaping in the benefits.  The bottom line is this : We need to become less dependent on fuel and we must find alternatives.  And most of all, we need to change our myopic approach to the problems at hand(.)

P.S.
(if you would like more information about how corporate globalization effects the world you may want to take a look at this: Losing the Farm

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Unearthed Poem #2 (a tad abstract)

August 13, 2007 · 4 Comments

An Eye of Flame, A life of Seethings

I.
With the anatomy of summer
And the analogy of dreams
One is tempted to say
The seething is always here
And with it the possibility of greatness

When does the art come
And the seething
Culture and the death of civilization

We who are born in it
Walk around it
Finding ourselves in shuttered light
Perspectives blunted
Finding death is all around us
Like cash

Have we grown tired
Is there nothing more here?

Sitting standing
At the throat of the world
We have an inkling
Are exploding with– and with–
Are applauding
Eyes raping everything

No one wants to give up television
For climbing up a tree
No one expects you to

Look at the people you’re walking around

II.
Today while driving
They cut down that tree
Sitting inside so unsure
About what is outside

Meanwhile one who dreams every night
(it is supposed) May be supposed
To be a various number of beings
Dreaming of existing
Dreaming of waking

So to speak
As we speak
The food is getting cold
And things as they are
Have been destroyed

Are we a people
Starving at the table of ceasing appetite

Do not look at me
And say Oh! So!
Without the time
Or conviction
To change anything

Good air, good friend,
What is there in life?
Ones self and the mountains
Of ones land

To live in war
To live at war
To slice
To electrify the ambiance
Sprinkle sugar at the altar
And cease to be

To flesh and bone!
To dirt! To dust!

I hang my shawl upon the wind.

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Unearthed Poem #1

August 13, 2007 · 3 Comments

at the beach
you fell asleep
as I searched for mementos
I sensed your dreams
or perhaps I continued
your vision of me:

an older woman
just as happy
and beautiful
as I am
laughing and smiling
while prancing steadily
under the cold water;

you would tell me
how brave I was
though I never told you
I feel ashamed
you are inside
my body
it’s a roller-coaster ride
you have been inside
you are inside
and all my muscles ache.

when you woke up
I wanted to ask you
what counts
as a sea of forgetting
but, you were too busy
finding me
in the sand

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Road Trip #9 - The Outcome

August 11, 2007 · 3 Comments

Do you ever feel an idea had so much expectation behind it, it pinpricks the Cosmos?  I feel this road trip was like that.  An idea which once it started rollin, snow-balled.

Cosmos comes from the Greek meaning : order.  The antithesis of Chaos.

Now, to be perfectly honest, I don’t believe I could go into detail about this trip and make you, the reader, feel as I felt. Or, perhaps it is all too personal.

I have decided I will let the photos and video footage speak for where I, the writer, lack in talent.

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Road Trip #9

July 22, 2007 · 5 Comments

Well, Everyone and Anyone. . . I have decided to ask of you some suggestions. Tomorrow I fly to Michigan. After I visit MI I will be road trippin it back on down to Fla. Any place you think I should stop?

I will have four days from now to map out my trip from MI. I plan to take mostly back roads in the hope of finding some black-water, off-the-beaten-path type of places. I have discovered some interesting options: a deserted limestone pyramid from the 50’s, (1950’s that is) an enormously scary statue (statue is an understatement) of a Jesus Christ in one town and a Mother Mary in another town. If that’s not enough. . . I could visit : Santa Claus or even better: Utopia!

There has to be something more interesting than this! Is this really America?

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0 - COMMENTS . . . How this haunts writers and bloggers.

July 16, 2007 · 8 Comments

I am very new to the whole “blogging world.” I basically started blogging to help with my incentive to write. So far it has been . . . well, . . . fun. I am writing a bit more, verses not at all. Besides writing, one of the draws of blogging for me (as an aspiring writer) is feedback.

Criticism! Ah! Criticism!

Now, one thing I have realized is: I must invariably visit other sites and comment on other blogs, in order to receive traffic on my blog. That is all well and good with me, I believe in the concept. But, one thing gets to me a bit. I go to so many blogs and see at the end of a post : 0 comments. How depressing (!)

I try my (darndest) best to comment on everything I read. With this particular blog I use, I can track my “stats” and see how many people have actually stopped by and (maybe) read my posts. These numbers do not usually coincide with the amount of comments I receive. What this means I can only guess. Perhaps the people don’t like what I have to say. Perhaps they love it. But, GOD DAMN IT, cut out the suspense and reveal!

The only point really is this: People tend to spend a lot of time and effort on their Blogs. The least we can do is say: “Hey! I read it and I. . .blah blah blah.” Now, do keep in mind most individuals like positive feedback. So, if you can, give some positive reinforcement. I don’t see a ton of negative feedback . . . which is awesome! We bloggers for the most part are polite! But, after all, this is a writer’s blog, and I want some CRITICISM . . . good or bad.

Come on, my skin is not that thin!

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