My old mare Llorileigh, is dying. This is a picture of her from the 1990s. She is also featured on the cover the Albuquerque/Bernalillo County North Valley Area Plan in her, fatter, early retirement days.
We need to begin planning right away for a transition away from
automobiles, not in order to be good socialists but because Happy
Motoring is at the core of our unsustainability trap. The car system is
going to fail in manifold ways whether we like it or not, and it will
fail due to circumstances already underway. For one thing, it will
cease to be democratic as the remnants of the middle class find it
impossible to get car loans, or pay for fuel, or insurance, and that
will set in motion a very impressive politics-of-grievance setting
apart those who are still able to enjoy motoring and those who have
been foreclosed from it. Contrary to what you might make of the the
current situation in the oil markets, we are in for a heap of trouble
with both the price and supply of petroleum.
The Albuquerque Journal's Sean Olson follows-up on news of the Puerco aquifer. Massive energy costs are associated with desalinization. Just how far does that fact deflate boosterism about the brackish water?
Water consultant and former Metropolitan Water District of Southern
California CEO Ronald R. Gastelum said the energy use won't be a big
problem for desalination in New Mexico, as soon as a market opens for
"I'm not foreseeing the availability of energy will be an issue or
even the cost of energy will be an issue," said Gastelum, who is
working as a consultant for SunCal. He added that it will definitely
raise the cost of water.
Headline in the Durango Herald: Official: Desert Rock to get fair shake - N.M. attorney general says new EPA means encouraging changes.
The proposed Desert Rock power plant near Burnham would, by proponents own estimates, discharge 12.7 million tons of carbon dioxide per year into an already overburdened airshed in order to power HVACs in California. The application needs a fair shake like a good rat terrier gives a fair shake.
A Welsh Terrier we had once was a real rodent killing machine. He'd dig in pursuit until the catch, then get a good neck-hold and shake like crazy. Twisting and jumping he'd make that wild little high-pitched growl, known as ratter-chatter, over our squeals of horror. Long after the creature's neck was broken he'd play with the lifeless body - tossing it up in the air for celebratory effect.
That's the kind of fair shake Desert Rock should get.
You have to really love snow to voluntarily spend more than one winter in Silverton Colorado. The most recent storm brought four feet of snow and 60 mph winds. All the passes were closed. Even the ski areas were closed.
Photo from the Denver Post of their main street yesterday. The paper reports all this and more - skiers and sleds being pulled behind cars and tourists shoveling snow - under a breaking news story entitled Blizzard Buries Silverton. The coverage sparks a doctorate-level discourse about global warming in the comment section.
Although the headline says "developers" this is really
about property investors who bought commercial buildings at the price
peak and are now underwater. But say the owners default and the
properties are transferred to the bondholders - what is the risk to the
But which is the quieter method of resolving financial crack-ups? Which is more conducive to maintaining the illusion that we need to continue building more crappy sprawl because we're different here - just because we're behind on an inevitable curve?
The San Francisco Chronicle featured an Onion-sounding Guide to Walking in High Heels Without Pain, which I wasn't going to write about until they altered it for the SF Gate web site to: Guide to Walking Sexy in Stilettos. That was too sad and stupid to take.
"The children and I are in our 60s. The calendar and the clock, the
chronology is running on all of us," Wynn said. "Frank and Dean are
gone, and Sammy — but these memories and these relationships were real."
In the San Francisco Chronicle, David Sirota goes-off on a Kunstler-tinged screed and comes to the dark conclusion that we are all Las Vegans now. Read the whole thing if you have to.
There is something especially unsettling about visiting Las Vegas these
days - and it is not the town's lascivious culture. A voyage to Sin
City in this moment of ecological and economic crisis is a journey to a
giant concave mirror reflecting back the magnified - and ugly - truths
about this epoch of cataclysmic consumption and hubristic hedonism. ...