Posted on October 31st, 2006 in WTF | 19 Comments »
It seems clear to me that we ( the species ) will consume resources at the maximum possible rate until they are gone. Either a new solution will materialize or the population and consumption rate will collapse.
So, I have a new approach to go along with this new sense of resignation: (1) act with environmental responsibility in my own life (buy carbon credits to offset my lifestyle, eat less meat, don’t use pesticides, shop locally, maybe even buy fewer things, etc etc ); (2) in the next 15 years, look for and purchase land that will be as nearly self-supporting as possible and learn how to use it ( not for me, necessarily, but for the next generations ); speak out when it seems appropriate but loose the evangelical edge. — Kevin G.
Hey Kevin, why not just change your lifestyle? You know, trade the Ducati in for a Vespa (or, better yet, a mountain bike), forgo that next carbon-emitting vacation flight overseas and take an energy efficient train trip within Canada, trade down to a smaller home, invest in some windmills and solar cells, etc. Seems to me that it would be a lot more effective than trying to buy off your conscience with some carbon credits. Even better, you would find others taking your environmental evangelizing more seriously if they saw you making the same sacrifices you’re asking of them.
I’m just sayin’.
Not my best work, but at least I managed to knock the cobwebs off my camera:
Roland School was built in 1913 and operated as a school, community centre, and polling station until 1933. It is (sort of) maintained by the local historical society and you can find much of the original fixturing still intact inside. The school is located approximately 25 km south of Consort on the 866.
You’ll never see this kind of thing on the Geek Squad ads.
[ phone ringing at 10:14 pm ]
“Hello.”
“Is this…um…are you the computer guy?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Oh, well, uuuuhh, you didn’t answer like a business would so I didn’t know.”
“I don’t usually get business calls at this time of night.”
“Am I calling too late?”
“Heck no! I love it when people I don’t know call me at all hours and wake up my five year old daughter who has school the next day.”
“Uuuuhhhhh.”
God would not have put all those Big Red Buttons on people’s backs if He did not want me to push them.
It appears that I’m moving from my photographic depressive phase into a manic one. Every time I looked at something today I was framing up the shot and analyzing the lighting. That and I have an overwhelming compulsion to charge batteries for my cameras. New pictures will be appearing shortly.
I’m so gonna kick Ray’s skanky ass.
Excellent vocabulary. Pleasant disposition. Good hygiene. Pick two.
One of my new co-workers is always commenting that so-and-so “has a horse shoe up their ass”. She’s probably made this comment over fifty times in the week or so we’ve been working together. Now, there’s only one way you can know something like this about a person, which means that she has…well…she has inside knowledge, so to speak.
Ew.
We put in an alleged 3 megabit wireless connection for the Internet Cafe in Consort. I say alleged because I’ve been noticing that my 1 megabit satellite connection out in the country consistently has better throughput than the wireless connection in town. I doubt we’re getting more than 300K in town whereas I *always* get my full bandwidth from the dish unless I get “FAPped” (when the Fair Access Policy kicks in and my speed is halved for the remainder of the hour).
I think I need to phone Xplornet and ask for an explanation.