Just what exactly women find attractive about men has always been a mystery to me. So the day I became invisible to women in their early twenties passed almost without notice. If I had to guess, that day happened while I was in my mid-thirties. Anyhow, I am used to the invisibility by now. However, I am still recovering from when an attractive woman in her twenties recently called me “sir”. That was horrible.
Now after all this time, I have discovered an antidote to the invisibility and the “sir” calling. If only I had learned this sooner. To think of all the humility I would have spared myself. The cure? A Bonnaroo T-shirt. Who knew?
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
A Tale From Beyond The Grave
Sixteen years ago, my father died of colon cancer. He was only 51. By the time he died, my father and I had become very close friends. It is one of the many great blessings in my life that the two of us were able to mend our differences and grow so close before he passed on.
About a week before my dad died, a liver enzyme test came back and showed that his liver was no longer functioning. The doctors said that there was nothing more they could do. My dad took this news with relief. He was happy that he could stop fighting and finally surrender to the inevitable. At this point, he and I had a conversation I will never forget. My father talked about his excitement about dying. Yes, excitement. He was like an explorer about to set out on a journey to an undiscovered land. He was sorry to leave his loved ones behind, to be sure. But he was truly looking forward to the adventure. I have never been so proud of my father as I was that day.
At one point in the conversation, I said to my dad, “If you can figure out how to contact me from the other side, I would appreciate a postcard or something. Just don’t scare me. That would not be cool.” My dad sat up and said, “I will definitely do that. If at all possible, I will contact you. That is a promise.”
I didn’t think much about that promise until the year 2000. It was in late September and I was playing cards with some friends and we were talking about OU football. One of the things my father and I shared was a passion for OU football. During the very roughest times in our relationship, we maintained that connection. Sometimes, especially during my late teens, OU football was the only safe subject for us to discuss. When the topic came up, I remembered a dream that I had just a few nights before. In the dream, my father was talking with me about the 2000 OU football season. He told me that this would be the best season ever. He said that OU would go 13-0 and win the national title in 2000. At the time I remembered this dream, the likelihood of that happening seemed pretty remote. I dismissed the dream as being meaningless and thought nothing more of it – that is until the Sooners went 13-0 and won the national title in 2000.
Still, as I watched my father’s prediction come true, I did not seriously consider the possibility that this constituted contact from beyond. After all, I always want the Sooners to go 13-0 and win the national title. So, why wouldn’t I dream that every year? It was just a freaky coincidence.
But then I had a similar dream in 2001 and I have had a similar dream as the OU football season begins every year since. In the 2001 dream, my father told me that the Sooners would lose at the end of the regular season and blow their chances for a national title. As the season unfolded, despite one loss to Nebraska, the Sooners looked like a sure bet to go to a national title game. All they had to do was beat an unranked and frankly terrible OSU in their last regular season game. But they lost. And no one predicted it. No one that is, except my father.
My dream in 2002 was a repeat of the year before. My father told me the exact same thing and the exact same thing came true. The Sooners lost their last regular season game to OSU. By now, I was starting to take these dreams seriously.
In 2003, my father told me that it would be a great season, but that the Sooners would lose in post season play. The Sooners went undefeated and lost both the Big 12 Championship and the National Title games. Exactly as my father had predicted.
In my 2004 dream, my father was more specific. He said that the Sooners would go undefeated into the national title game, and then be blown out by their opponent. He said it would be one of the most humiliating defeats in OU history. As the national title game approached with USC in 2004. I could no longer keep these experiences to myself. When my girlfriend at the time asked me if I was excited about the game, I said that I would be a lot more excited if it weren’t for these dreams. Furthermore, I told her that if my father’s prediction came true that USC would crush OU. As I am sure you are aware, OU lost by 36 points.
When I had my dream in September 2005, my father was incredibly specific about the OU season. He said it would be ugly and that the Sooners would suffer four losses. This was hard for me to take. I was very excited about the 2005 Sooners. I thought Paul Thompson would do well at quarterback and that OU had another shot at the title. In spite of my strong desire to dismiss these dreams as a series of coincidences, I couldn’t ignore the track record, and so last year, risking ridicule, I did not keep the dream to myself. I told two of my best friends all about the dreams and the four loss prediction just before the 2005 season began. If the prediction came true, and I prayed that it wouldn’t, I wanted witnesses.
If you are an OU fan, then you know that the Sooners lost four games in 2005. That is the official number anyway. The referees at Texas Tech threw the game. It was awful. Nevertheless, OU went into its bowl game as an underdog to Oregon, and my friend Bob called me the night before and asked if he should bet his house, since OU had already suffered four losses. I regret not being more encouraging.
This story doesn’t have an ending. I will have to wait until late August or early September to see if I have another OU forecast dream with my father. If it doesn’t happen, I won’t be surprised. I have received the postcard.
The fact that every one of the predictions my father made in my dreams has been accurate, and that I now have witnesses, is intriguing but also more than a little disturbing. It implies that my father may be alive and well in another dimension and with the ability to communicate with me while I am asleep, but presumably not while I am awake. There is nothing troubling about that. However, it also implies that in my father’s dimension, he is aware of the outcomes of events that exist in my future – events that are influenced by huge numbers of seemingly random influences. The philosophical implications of this are. . .. I have to go now. My brain is on fire.
About a week before my dad died, a liver enzyme test came back and showed that his liver was no longer functioning. The doctors said that there was nothing more they could do. My dad took this news with relief. He was happy that he could stop fighting and finally surrender to the inevitable. At this point, he and I had a conversation I will never forget. My father talked about his excitement about dying. Yes, excitement. He was like an explorer about to set out on a journey to an undiscovered land. He was sorry to leave his loved ones behind, to be sure. But he was truly looking forward to the adventure. I have never been so proud of my father as I was that day.
At one point in the conversation, I said to my dad, “If you can figure out how to contact me from the other side, I would appreciate a postcard or something. Just don’t scare me. That would not be cool.” My dad sat up and said, “I will definitely do that. If at all possible, I will contact you. That is a promise.”
I didn’t think much about that promise until the year 2000. It was in late September and I was playing cards with some friends and we were talking about OU football. One of the things my father and I shared was a passion for OU football. During the very roughest times in our relationship, we maintained that connection. Sometimes, especially during my late teens, OU football was the only safe subject for us to discuss. When the topic came up, I remembered a dream that I had just a few nights before. In the dream, my father was talking with me about the 2000 OU football season. He told me that this would be the best season ever. He said that OU would go 13-0 and win the national title in 2000. At the time I remembered this dream, the likelihood of that happening seemed pretty remote. I dismissed the dream as being meaningless and thought nothing more of it – that is until the Sooners went 13-0 and won the national title in 2000.
Still, as I watched my father’s prediction come true, I did not seriously consider the possibility that this constituted contact from beyond. After all, I always want the Sooners to go 13-0 and win the national title. So, why wouldn’t I dream that every year? It was just a freaky coincidence.
But then I had a similar dream in 2001 and I have had a similar dream as the OU football season begins every year since. In the 2001 dream, my father told me that the Sooners would lose at the end of the regular season and blow their chances for a national title. As the season unfolded, despite one loss to Nebraska, the Sooners looked like a sure bet to go to a national title game. All they had to do was beat an unranked and frankly terrible OSU in their last regular season game. But they lost. And no one predicted it. No one that is, except my father.
My dream in 2002 was a repeat of the year before. My father told me the exact same thing and the exact same thing came true. The Sooners lost their last regular season game to OSU. By now, I was starting to take these dreams seriously.
In 2003, my father told me that it would be a great season, but that the Sooners would lose in post season play. The Sooners went undefeated and lost both the Big 12 Championship and the National Title games. Exactly as my father had predicted.
In my 2004 dream, my father was more specific. He said that the Sooners would go undefeated into the national title game, and then be blown out by their opponent. He said it would be one of the most humiliating defeats in OU history. As the national title game approached with USC in 2004. I could no longer keep these experiences to myself. When my girlfriend at the time asked me if I was excited about the game, I said that I would be a lot more excited if it weren’t for these dreams. Furthermore, I told her that if my father’s prediction came true that USC would crush OU. As I am sure you are aware, OU lost by 36 points.
When I had my dream in September 2005, my father was incredibly specific about the OU season. He said it would be ugly and that the Sooners would suffer four losses. This was hard for me to take. I was very excited about the 2005 Sooners. I thought Paul Thompson would do well at quarterback and that OU had another shot at the title. In spite of my strong desire to dismiss these dreams as a series of coincidences, I couldn’t ignore the track record, and so last year, risking ridicule, I did not keep the dream to myself. I told two of my best friends all about the dreams and the four loss prediction just before the 2005 season began. If the prediction came true, and I prayed that it wouldn’t, I wanted witnesses.
If you are an OU fan, then you know that the Sooners lost four games in 2005. That is the official number anyway. The referees at Texas Tech threw the game. It was awful. Nevertheless, OU went into its bowl game as an underdog to Oregon, and my friend Bob called me the night before and asked if he should bet his house, since OU had already suffered four losses. I regret not being more encouraging.
This story doesn’t have an ending. I will have to wait until late August or early September to see if I have another OU forecast dream with my father. If it doesn’t happen, I won’t be surprised. I have received the postcard.
The fact that every one of the predictions my father made in my dreams has been accurate, and that I now have witnesses, is intriguing but also more than a little disturbing. It implies that my father may be alive and well in another dimension and with the ability to communicate with me while I am asleep, but presumably not while I am awake. There is nothing troubling about that. However, it also implies that in my father’s dimension, he is aware of the outcomes of events that exist in my future – events that are influenced by huge numbers of seemingly random influences. The philosophical implications of this are. . .. I have to go now. My brain is on fire.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Bonnaroo Part III - The Performances
And now for a few images from the performances Olivia and I attended at Bonnaroo. Eat your heart out.
RADIOHEAD
BECK
ELVIS COSTELLO
BRIGHT EYES
SOUL LIVE
Olivia had me take her picture with the remarkably talented singer that performed with Soul Live. Unfortunately there was some operator error and the picture is terrible but here it is anyway:
THE STREETS
RADIOHEAD
BECK
ELVIS COSTELLO
BRIGHT EYES
SOUL LIVE
Olivia had me take her picture with the remarkably talented singer that performed with Soul Live. Unfortunately there was some operator error and the picture is terrible but here it is anyway:
THE STREETS
Bonnaroo Part II
Monday, June 12, 2006
Showcasing My Art
I have been exercising (or is it exorcising?) my right brain lately and having some fun with my photography. Here is a sample of my first completed image. It is titled "Bus Station in the Crab Nebula." My plan is to make a series of surreal images by combining elements of one of my photographs with elements of others, or in this case with a public domain image from a space telescope. Many thanks to Adobe Photoshop. I hope you like it.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Fun With Space Telescopes
I found a very cool MPEG movie on Harvard's website. It is time lapsed video of the Crab Nebula in Taurus taken by the Hubble Space Telescope. It totally rocks:
Click Here
The Crab Nebula is 6,000 light years away, and about 10 light years across. I also hear they have delicious crab there.
The Crab Nebula is the most famous and conspicuous remnant of a supernova, and one of only a handful of supernovae witnessed on Earth in recorded history. It happened sometime around 5,000 BC. It took around 6,000 years for the light to travel to Earth, and in the year 1054 was witnessed and recorded by monks in both Europe and China. According to records, it was visible in daylight for 23 days, and to the naked eye in the night sky for 653 days. There are petroglyphs in the Southwestern U.S. that many believe memorialize the supernova of 1054.
The supernova is about my favorite topic in astrophysics (a subject that was my major in college for two years). To me, supernovae are not just the mothers of all explosions. God's recipe for life in the Universe includes the instruction "Mix Well." Supernovae are God's Cuisinarts. I also can't think of anything else that has given us more insight into the Universe than Supernovae. So, here's to you Mr. Supernova-Man; blowing the hell out of everything and outshining whole galaxies and leaving behind pulsars and black holes and cool-looking nebula and messing with astronomer's heads with your gamma ray pulses and stuff.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Stoicism
Lately, my good friend Dave Walker, author of the world famous DaveTown blog, has been teaching me about Stoicism. As an introduction, he emailed me the text of a talk on the subject that was given by Vice Admiral James Stockdale. The talk is plain and simply one of the most powerful things I have ever read. To describe it is to diminish it, so I won't. But I urge you to put aside any preconceived notions about Stockdale you may have from the 1992 presidential race (he was Ross Perot's running mate), and just read the whole speech. It is worth it. I promise.
The speech is in an Adobe Acrobat PDF file format and it is a big file. It takes a minute or so to load even with high speed Internet. If you don't have high speed access, then why the hell not? Are you Amish or something?
The speech is in an Adobe Acrobat PDF file format and it is a big file. It takes a minute or so to load even with high speed Internet. If you don't have high speed access, then why the hell not? Are you Amish or something?
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Heads Up Angry War Protestors
For those of you who are angry about the war in Iraq, Neil Young has just released a new album called Living With War that is like a primal scream therapy session. Gone is the melancholy Neil dealing with his feelings of growing old that we have endured through Harvest Moon & Prairie Wind. The Godfather of Grunge Rock has returned, and he is here to kick some ass. Don't get too excited though. None of the cuts off this album rank with his two pissed-off classics Southern Man and Ohio. But it is well worth a listen.
In an Abbie Hoffmanesque gesture, Neil has made the entire CD available for streaming download. You can listen to it by clicking here:
Neil Young's Living With War
Enjoy.
In an Abbie Hoffmanesque gesture, Neil has made the entire CD available for streaming download. You can listen to it by clicking here:
Neil Young's Living With War
Enjoy.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Fear
For those of you that don’t already know this, I am a member of several spiritual fellowships based on the twelve steps and twelve traditions of Alcoholics Anonymous. I would tell you specifically to which fellowships I am referring. However, one of the traditions is that members be anonymous on the level of press radio and film. And it seems to me that a blog counts as press, although that is a very loose interpretation when only 5 family members and friends read it.
Anyway, I have been a member of these fellowships for a very long time. I began attending one when I was 18, because drugs and alcohol had become a big problem in my life. I was very fortunate and the program worked for me. I have not drank alcohol or used any mood altering chemicals for over 24 years.
Through practicing The Twelve Steps, I have come to discover some truths about myself that I want to share here. The first of these subjects I feel compelled to talk about is fear.
Seen at its most basic level, most mental illnesses and certainly alcoholism and drug addiction are diseases fueled by fear, and The Twelve Steps is a spiritual tool kit for combating fear. Now everyone experiences fear, however I believe that alcoholics and drug addicts experience fear differently than normal people. Alcoholics and addicts are more in touch with the basic fear that comes from being aware of your own mortality. On a very deep core level, they are relentlessly terrorized by the possibility of the extinguishing of self.
Now, don’t get me wrong. We all have that fear. All of us know on some level that we could be dead tomorrow, or for that matter later on today. But we all have elaborate systems of denial (personal faith if you will) that allow us to function in spite of that knowledge. For a variety of reasons, these systems aren’t working consistently in alcoholics and drug addicts. For recovery to take place, the alcoholic/addict needs to find a new system; a faith that works.
Ironically, this faulty denial system and the accompanying sense of impending doom causes alcoholics and drug addicts to be quite cavalier about risking death. If you make the mistake of telling a newly recovering drug-addict that his core problem is the fear of death, then he will probably tell you that he is not at all afraid of death – that he risks death all of the time. Often times alcoholic/addicts aren’t even aware that they are in discomfort. The feeling has been with them for as long as they can remember. And even if they are aware of the feeling, they don’t usually have the capacity to recognize the underlying cause. Furthermore, the risk of death creates a rush of adrenaline which serves to diminish the core fear that is causing so many problems. So they go back and do it again.
For example, I once believed that I was fearless. I took up sky-diving shortly after quitting drugs and alcohol. I thoroughly enjoyed it until one day I came very close to death - twice. My main parachute malfunctioned and I had to cut it away and pull my reserve. My reserve 'chute was, to put it diplomatically, minimal. It saved my life, but it gave me almost no maneuverability, and I came very close to landing in some very high voltage power lines. Imagine almost dying, feeling miraculously saved, then almost dying again in about 3 minutes. It threw a breaker switch in my brain. I learned not only do I fear death, but I fear it a lot. I learned that I am really a wimp.
Anyway, today I am 24 years away from my last drink or drug. And The Twelve Steps have diminished that core fear by attacking it from both sides. I have a much stronger faith in a higher power than I once had, and I have more humility than I once had. But I still look for some addictive behavior to engage in the minute I get triggered by fear. Any activity that will keep my mind occupied so that I don’t have to experience the fear will work -- writing this entry in my blog, for example.
Anyway, I have been a member of these fellowships for a very long time. I began attending one when I was 18, because drugs and alcohol had become a big problem in my life. I was very fortunate and the program worked for me. I have not drank alcohol or used any mood altering chemicals for over 24 years.
Through practicing The Twelve Steps, I have come to discover some truths about myself that I want to share here. The first of these subjects I feel compelled to talk about is fear.
Seen at its most basic level, most mental illnesses and certainly alcoholism and drug addiction are diseases fueled by fear, and The Twelve Steps is a spiritual tool kit for combating fear. Now everyone experiences fear, however I believe that alcoholics and drug addicts experience fear differently than normal people. Alcoholics and addicts are more in touch with the basic fear that comes from being aware of your own mortality. On a very deep core level, they are relentlessly terrorized by the possibility of the extinguishing of self.
Now, don’t get me wrong. We all have that fear. All of us know on some level that we could be dead tomorrow, or for that matter later on today. But we all have elaborate systems of denial (personal faith if you will) that allow us to function in spite of that knowledge. For a variety of reasons, these systems aren’t working consistently in alcoholics and drug addicts. For recovery to take place, the alcoholic/addict needs to find a new system; a faith that works.
Ironically, this faulty denial system and the accompanying sense of impending doom causes alcoholics and drug addicts to be quite cavalier about risking death. If you make the mistake of telling a newly recovering drug-addict that his core problem is the fear of death, then he will probably tell you that he is not at all afraid of death – that he risks death all of the time. Often times alcoholic/addicts aren’t even aware that they are in discomfort. The feeling has been with them for as long as they can remember. And even if they are aware of the feeling, they don’t usually have the capacity to recognize the underlying cause. Furthermore, the risk of death creates a rush of adrenaline which serves to diminish the core fear that is causing so many problems. So they go back and do it again.
For example, I once believed that I was fearless. I took up sky-diving shortly after quitting drugs and alcohol. I thoroughly enjoyed it until one day I came very close to death - twice. My main parachute malfunctioned and I had to cut it away and pull my reserve. My reserve 'chute was, to put it diplomatically, minimal. It saved my life, but it gave me almost no maneuverability, and I came very close to landing in some very high voltage power lines. Imagine almost dying, feeling miraculously saved, then almost dying again in about 3 minutes. It threw a breaker switch in my brain. I learned not only do I fear death, but I fear it a lot. I learned that I am really a wimp.
Anyway, today I am 24 years away from my last drink or drug. And The Twelve Steps have diminished that core fear by attacking it from both sides. I have a much stronger faith in a higher power than I once had, and I have more humility than I once had. But I still look for some addictive behavior to engage in the minute I get triggered by fear. Any activity that will keep my mind occupied so that I don’t have to experience the fear will work -- writing this entry in my blog, for example.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
More Quotable Wisdom
This is good stuff:
"Most human interactions are confined to the exchange of words -- the realm of thought. It is essential to bring some stillness, particularly into close relationships.
No relationship can thrive without the sense of spaciousness that comes with stillness. Meditate or spend silent time in nature together. When going for a walk or sitting in the car or at home, become comfortable with being in stillness together. Stillness cannot and need not be created. Just be receptive to the stillness that is already there, but is usually obscured by mental noise.
If spacious stillness is missing, the relationship will be dominated by the mind and can easily be taken over by problems and conflict. If stillness is there it can contain anything." Eckhart Tolle
"Most human interactions are confined to the exchange of words -- the realm of thought. It is essential to bring some stillness, particularly into close relationships.
No relationship can thrive without the sense of spaciousness that comes with stillness. Meditate or spend silent time in nature together. When going for a walk or sitting in the car or at home, become comfortable with being in stillness together. Stillness cannot and need not be created. Just be receptive to the stillness that is already there, but is usually obscured by mental noise.
If spacious stillness is missing, the relationship will be dominated by the mind and can easily be taken over by problems and conflict. If stillness is there it can contain anything." Eckhart Tolle
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Movie Review
I saw the movie Akeelah and the Bee this weekend. This movie is supposed to be the ultimate feel good family movie. It is about a little black girl from the ghetto whose dream it is to win the national spelling bee. To achieve her dream she must overcome many evil forces that are out to stop her. Her coach, a former spelling bee champion from the ghetto himself is played by Laurence Fishburne (aka Cowboy Curtis), who also produced the movie. Akeelah's evil forces come in many forms and many are her own personal biases, like her unwillingness to ask for help from others. I thought that was a great message. However, another clear message was that if you are a white, upper-middle class, private-school-educated male, uh... just like me, then you have no business even seeing this movie. People like me are lined up like shooting gallery ducks throughout the movie so that Akeelah can destroy them in spelling bee competitions. For me, this was not the ultimate feel good movie. Rather, it made me want to volunteer my services to some charity like Homeboy Industries just to relieve some of this godawful guilt.
Friday, May 05, 2006
United 93
One of the legacies of United flight 93 is that no one will ever be successful at hijacking a commercial airline ever again. Prior to 9/11, passengers on hijacked airlines had a very reasonable expectation that if they just cooperated, they'd get out alive. That all changed on 9/11 and United 93 was the result. United 93 illustrates what happens when just a small subset of the 200 passengers is aware that they are going to die. The hijackers don't have a chance. Imagine what would happen today if you stood up on a commercial airline and announced that you were taking over the plane. It wouldn't matter if there were air marshalls on board or not. It wouldn't matter if you had a machine gun. You would look like you'd been through a meat grinder by the time the other passengers were through.
Think about that the next time your toenail clippers are confiscated by homeland security.
Think about that the next time your toenail clippers are confiscated by homeland security.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Rambling Thoughts
Why does windshield wiper fluid come in 1 gallon containers, but in every car I have ever owned, the reserve is less than 1 gallon?
I met a new friend over the weekend and he is originally from Iran. Our conversation turned to the current Iran/US tension and he made a comment I found rather humorous. He said that some of his other Iranian friends has suggested (tongue in cheek, I am sure) that Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was actually a CIA stooge. I researched this on the web and discovered that the idea of accusing Iranian presidents of working for the CIA has been around since about 2000. It was first floated by a political rival of Ahmadinejad's predecessor, Mohammed Khatami. I found this article from that period:
click here
That Ahmadinejad is maintaining that he needs a nuclear energy program when his country is the 2nd largest producer of oil in OPEC is ludicrous enough. However what makes him really cartoon-like is his vocal hatred of Israel. I would almost sympathize with his desire for a nuclear bomb with the U.S. military on his flank. I understand the need to maintain sovereignty. But to express hatred for Israel while you are building nuclear bombs is such an open invitation for Bush to bomb your breeder-reactor, that if someone wrote this in a movie script, it would be panned for being too stupid to believe. Maybe in this high stakes poker game, Ahmadinejad wants Bush to bomb his reactor facility, for some reason I can't fathom. I don't know, but can you imagine how the people that work there must feel right now. How would you like to be the night watchman at the Iranian breeder reactor facility? It gives me shivers just thinking about it.
I met a new friend over the weekend and he is originally from Iran. Our conversation turned to the current Iran/US tension and he made a comment I found rather humorous. He said that some of his other Iranian friends has suggested (tongue in cheek, I am sure) that Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was actually a CIA stooge. I researched this on the web and discovered that the idea of accusing Iranian presidents of working for the CIA has been around since about 2000. It was first floated by a political rival of Ahmadinejad's predecessor, Mohammed Khatami. I found this article from that period:
click here
That Ahmadinejad is maintaining that he needs a nuclear energy program when his country is the 2nd largest producer of oil in OPEC is ludicrous enough. However what makes him really cartoon-like is his vocal hatred of Israel. I would almost sympathize with his desire for a nuclear bomb with the U.S. military on his flank. I understand the need to maintain sovereignty. But to express hatred for Israel while you are building nuclear bombs is such an open invitation for Bush to bomb your breeder-reactor, that if someone wrote this in a movie script, it would be panned for being too stupid to believe. Maybe in this high stakes poker game, Ahmadinejad wants Bush to bomb his reactor facility, for some reason I can't fathom. I don't know, but can you imagine how the people that work there must feel right now. How would you like to be the night watchman at the Iranian breeder reactor facility? It gives me shivers just thinking about it.
Friday, April 28, 2006
A Failure of Imagination
I checked out this link today to see what the cost of the War in Iraq has become www.costofwar.com. The number when I checked was roughly $277 billion. To give some needed perspective, there are according to the CIA factbook, roughly 27 million Iraquis. This means that our government has now spent over $10,000 for every man woman and child in Iraq.
But wait. That is not all. Our problem with Iraq was not with every member of the population. Our problem was not with Kurdistan. The Kurds love us and they are roughly 20% of the Iraqi population. Our problem was not with women (50% of the population) or children (39.7% of the population). This eliminates all but 6.5 million Iraquis. These are the guys that we had a big problem with - not all of them of course, but most of them. Their behavior needed to be modified. They were making bad choices. They had a very bad leader. These men needed to make much better choices. Because they sit on an ocean of oil, their bad choices could seriously impact us. They could contribute to a future where our country is cut off from oil and our economy screeches to a halt, and the whole country suddenly looks like the New Orleans Superdome.
So our leaders decided to force them to make better choices, militarily. In so doing, Bush et al has spent $43,000 on each of these guys. There have been almost 2,400 American lives lost. There have been approximately 45,000-50,000 Iraqis killed, about 10,000 of whom were military.
Now whether or not you agreed with the need to force regime change in Iraq, does this seem like a sensible use of all that money? I mean, my job is not to think of stuff like this but why not put that money into say, building roads and bridges and schools and hospitals for the Kurds, for example. I mean, what would the rest of Iraq have done if they saw their northern neighbors go from herding goats to driving Jaguars. I'd have to think that a lot of them would say, "We need to rethink this whole Death to America thing. Being a friend to America seems to have nice benefits."
I'm sure there were people in the Pentagon that were paid to think up clever ways to affect change in Iraq. I'm sure they had great ideas that made my pour-money-on-the-Kurds idea look really absurd. But we'll never know what those ideas were. They are all moot now. They were made impotent by our leader when he told us that we had no time. He told us that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction and that they intended to use them against us. No time meant no choice but war. If they had found WMDs in Iraq, I don't know how I would feel about George Bush. But knowing that was all a lie, I really have a hard time with the guy. I used to love politics. I used to love watching Meet the Press and Face the Nation and This Week with Cokie Roberts (just kidding about the last one). Now I can't even turn that stuff on without seriously wanting to throw a brick through my TV. January 2009 can't get here fast enough.
But wait. That is not all. Our problem with Iraq was not with every member of the population. Our problem was not with Kurdistan. The Kurds love us and they are roughly 20% of the Iraqi population. Our problem was not with women (50% of the population) or children (39.7% of the population). This eliminates all but 6.5 million Iraquis. These are the guys that we had a big problem with - not all of them of course, but most of them. Their behavior needed to be modified. They were making bad choices. They had a very bad leader. These men needed to make much better choices. Because they sit on an ocean of oil, their bad choices could seriously impact us. They could contribute to a future where our country is cut off from oil and our economy screeches to a halt, and the whole country suddenly looks like the New Orleans Superdome.
So our leaders decided to force them to make better choices, militarily. In so doing, Bush et al has spent $43,000 on each of these guys. There have been almost 2,400 American lives lost. There have been approximately 45,000-50,000 Iraqis killed, about 10,000 of whom were military.
Now whether or not you agreed with the need to force regime change in Iraq, does this seem like a sensible use of all that money? I mean, my job is not to think of stuff like this but why not put that money into say, building roads and bridges and schools and hospitals for the Kurds, for example. I mean, what would the rest of Iraq have done if they saw their northern neighbors go from herding goats to driving Jaguars. I'd have to think that a lot of them would say, "We need to rethink this whole Death to America thing. Being a friend to America seems to have nice benefits."
I'm sure there were people in the Pentagon that were paid to think up clever ways to affect change in Iraq. I'm sure they had great ideas that made my pour-money-on-the-Kurds idea look really absurd. But we'll never know what those ideas were. They are all moot now. They were made impotent by our leader when he told us that we had no time. He told us that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction and that they intended to use them against us. No time meant no choice but war. If they had found WMDs in Iraq, I don't know how I would feel about George Bush. But knowing that was all a lie, I really have a hard time with the guy. I used to love politics. I used to love watching Meet the Press and Face the Nation and This Week with Cokie Roberts (just kidding about the last one). Now I can't even turn that stuff on without seriously wanting to throw a brick through my TV. January 2009 can't get here fast enough.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Reasons Why Oil Prices Should Lower
It appears that we are in a runaway speculative bubble in the price of gasoline. Throughout history, there have been periods where the markets lost touch with reality and began bidding the prices up of something or other for the sole reason that the price was going up. This seems to be one of those times.
The fundamentals aren't there. It is true that we are using oil at nearly 100% of refining capacity, but that fact alone would only justify a price of $50 per barrel or so. At the time of this writing, oil is between $73 and $75 per barrel. There are four reasons that the market has bid the price so high.
1) Iran. The market thinks that we might ultimately invade Iran and Iran is a huge oil producer. They are second only to Saudi Arabia in OPEC. But I believe that Iran is bluffing about their nuclear ambitions. They know we will never let them have nukes. They are trying to get the U.S. to sit down with them and offer concessions that we won't invade them and topple their government just because we really don't like them. It is high stakes poker and Iran doesn't have any cards. They aren't crazy. At least I don't think they are crazy. Okay I really hope they aren't crazy. Fuggetaboudit.
2) Nigeria. Nigeria has already experienced a huge disruption in the flow of oil. Their government has lost $1.5 billion in oil revenue. It can only get better from here.
3) Al Qaieda. Those evil-doers recently tried to blow up a Saudi refinery. This probably means that from now on, major refineries will be top on the list of terrorist targets. I agree that this is bad news for oil prices, but let us look on the bright side. They FAILED to blow up a Saudi refinery. FAILED. C'mon guys.
4) Prices are going up and demand is not dropping. The biggest reason oil prices are climbing is because they can. It seems that demand for oil is, as the economists say, inelastic. In other words, we'll buy it regardless of the price. Well this just isn't true. There is a time lag. When you pay $3 per gallon at the pump, you don't sell your SUV that day and trade it in for a PRIUS. It takes some time. But it will happen. And when it does, look out below.
Without the fundamentals supporting current oil prices, any good news (a cease fire in Nigeria, a deal with Iran, Osama on a stick) will shock the markets into a very swift sell off. Oil will settle at a price that is more in keeping with its fundamentals. In other words, it will settle at the price that OPEC wants it to be, which is to say $50 per barrel or so.
The fundamentals aren't there. It is true that we are using oil at nearly 100% of refining capacity, but that fact alone would only justify a price of $50 per barrel or so. At the time of this writing, oil is between $73 and $75 per barrel. There are four reasons that the market has bid the price so high.
1) Iran. The market thinks that we might ultimately invade Iran and Iran is a huge oil producer. They are second only to Saudi Arabia in OPEC. But I believe that Iran is bluffing about their nuclear ambitions. They know we will never let them have nukes. They are trying to get the U.S. to sit down with them and offer concessions that we won't invade them and topple their government just because we really don't like them. It is high stakes poker and Iran doesn't have any cards. They aren't crazy. At least I don't think they are crazy. Okay I really hope they aren't crazy. Fuggetaboudit.
2) Nigeria. Nigeria has already experienced a huge disruption in the flow of oil. Their government has lost $1.5 billion in oil revenue. It can only get better from here.
3) Al Qaieda. Those evil-doers recently tried to blow up a Saudi refinery. This probably means that from now on, major refineries will be top on the list of terrorist targets. I agree that this is bad news for oil prices, but let us look on the bright side. They FAILED to blow up a Saudi refinery. FAILED. C'mon guys.
4) Prices are going up and demand is not dropping. The biggest reason oil prices are climbing is because they can. It seems that demand for oil is, as the economists say, inelastic. In other words, we'll buy it regardless of the price. Well this just isn't true. There is a time lag. When you pay $3 per gallon at the pump, you don't sell your SUV that day and trade it in for a PRIUS. It takes some time. But it will happen. And when it does, look out below.
Without the fundamentals supporting current oil prices, any good news (a cease fire in Nigeria, a deal with Iran, Osama on a stick) will shock the markets into a very swift sell off. Oil will settle at a price that is more in keeping with its fundamentals. In other words, it will settle at the price that OPEC wants it to be, which is to say $50 per barrel or so.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Scott Crossfield 1921-2006
The year was 1987. My father and I were traveling to Minneapolis for the weekend. As I stood in line at the ticket counter of the Will Rogers World Airport in Oklahoma City, I noticed a man a few places in line in front of me. My first thought was that he looked like Walt Disney. Then I had the oddest sense of déjà vu. I seemed to remember seeing this man before recently, perhaps on T.V., and thinking that he looked like Walt Disney then too. I wracked my brain trying to figure out where I had seen this guy. It was driving me nuts. I asked my father, “Does that guy look familiar to you?” My dad just shrugged.
A few minutes later we took our seats aboard the aircraft. My dad took the window seat, and I had to sit in the middle seat. The Walt Disney-looking guy soon sat down in the aisle seat. I was trying to muster up the courage to ask him who the hell he was when I saw his name engraved on a brass plate on the front of his briefcase. It read: Scott Crossfield. I remembered where I had seen him.
“Jesus Christ Dad, that guy is Scott Crossfield!” I practically had to yell at my father over the whine of the jet engines warming up.
“No way, really?”
“Look at his briefcase.”
My dad looked at the briefcase, and then a transformation came over him. I wasn’t sitting next to my dad anymore. I was sitting next to his inner child.
I need to break from this story to tell you about my father. My dad loved everything about flying. When my father was in his 20’s he bought and restored half a dozen World War II fighter aircraft, and he flew them in airshows around the country with a group called The Confederate Air Force. One of the founders of the Confederate Air Force was astronaut Gus Grissom. My dad talked about Gus Grissom like he was a god. He also talked with the same reverence about the one other astronaut he had met, Wally Shira.
I think my dad’s first dream in life was to be a military pilot. And as a military pilot, my dad would have done anything to fly the fastest thing he could possibly fly. In other words, my dad’s ultimate dream would have been to be an astronaut. But that could never happen. The military wouldn’t take my dad. He was blind in one eye. So restoring World War II fighters was the closest thing he could get to being an astronaut. My dad settled for a P-51 Mustang, the fastest propeller driven aircraft ever built. The dragster of the sky.
My dad’s dream was so strong that I took it on. I spent much of my childhood dreaming of being an astronaut. I devoured every bit of information about the space program. I think at one time I could name every American astronaut. Imagine how I felt to be sitting with Scott Crossfield on one side of me and my father on the other.
“Quick dad, what rank is he? Is he a colonel or what?”
“I don’t know. It seems that I remember him being in the Navy. I think he is a Navy commander.”
I couldn’t risk using a title without more certainty.
“Uh, Mister Crossfield, excuse me I couldn’t help noticing who you are. I have a videotape of the PBS documentary “Spaceflight” at home and I was just watching it last week. You are interviewed extensively in that program. I just wanted to say what an honor it is to meet you.” I didn’t bother to mention that he looked like Walt Disney.
He looked a little startled.
“Well it is nice to meet you too, uh…”
“Chris Kavanaugh, sir, and this is my father Dan Kavanaugh. He is a big admirer of yours as well.”
My dad’s inner child reached out to shake his hand.
“It is nice to meet you both.” He said.
The uncomfortable silence that followed was interrupted by the stewardess lecturing us on all kinds of valuable information like what to do in the event of a water landing during the flight from Oklahoma City to Dallas Fort Worth. Just in case we crash into Lake Texoma, I thought. It could happen.
By the time she was through, Scott Crossfield had leaned his head back and shut his eyes.
Great, I thought. He isn’t going to talk to me at all. He is going to sleep all the way to Dallas. Wonderful.
I sat there for several minutes and watched him sleep. I went through three of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’ five stages. Denial – He is not really sleeping. Anger – Goddammit, can’t he see how important it is to talk to me. Bargaining – Maybe if I wake him he won’t be that pissed off. I was somewhere between depression and acceptance when the drink cart lady came by and said “Care for something to drink?”
My dad and I both gave our drink orders and then Crossfield opened his eyes, “I’ll have a cup of coffee.” He said.
Crossfield straightened himself in his seat, then he turned to me and said, “What documentary did you say you saw me in?”
“Spaceflight. Have you not seen it?”
“No, I remember them interviewing me though. I haven’t seen it. Is it good?” He asked.
“It’s really good. Martin Sheen narrates it. It has tons of footage of you being interviewed and it is spliced in with some amazing old footage of the X-15. They showed footage of the X-15 breaking in half on landing. . .”
Crossfield chuckled. “That was quite a day.”
“. . .they also showed footage of when the X-15 caught on fire with you in it.”
“Yeah. A man risked his life to save mine when that happened.” Crossfield’s eyes were twinkling now. “I guess I’ll have to get a tape of it.”
I noticed my father straining to hear our conversation. Unfortunately, the whine of the engines was too loud. I knew he could only hear bits and pieces. It served him right for taking the window seat.
“So where are you flying to today?” I asked.
“I am going back to Washington, D.C. I had some work in Oklahoma and now I am headed home.”
“So what are you doing these days?”
“Well, I work for Congress. I don’t know if you’ve heard of the National Aerospace Plane. . .”
I nodded.
“It’s designed to take off from a runway, accelerate to hypersonic speed, and propel itself into orbit. Well, I am sort of an intermediary between Congress and the contractors on the project. Some of the work is being done in Oklahoma.”
“How close are we to having an Aerospace Plane?” I asked.
“We are about seven years away from testing prototypes.”
“Wow, that’s unbelievable.” I said. Apparently, I was right.
“So, I am dying to ask you a question. . .What does Scott Crossfield think about the Challenger disaster?”
The Challenger disaster happened in January of 1986, a little over one year before our conversation. The wound was still fresh. Crossfield winced.
“It was fucking criminal is what I think.” Crossfield said. “People should go to jail.”
And so it began. The real Scott Crossfield poured out.
“How they could put a school teacher on that rocket. . . It’s unbelievable. Those astronauts knew the risks, but a school teacher? It’s criminal.”
“When Reagan came out and declared the Space Shuttle operational, what a joke. Operational. Mark my words, one day history will show that Kennedy set the space program back 50 years by taking it out of the hands of aeronautical engineers and handing it to the fucking missileers.”
Apparently “missileers” was a derogatory slur of missile engineers.
“Operational. The missileers idea of operational is if 80% of their rockets don’t blow up on the launch pad, its operational.”
He shook his head.
“We are sitting in an aircraft that was designed and built in 1969 - 1969!! – and you don’t see a bunch of assholes standing around the runway applauding, do you?”
I laughed. “No, you have a point.”
I have no idea how Crossfield knew in what year our plane was built. The McDonnell Douglas DC9 was manufactured from 1965 – 1982. I suspect he was guessing and bullshitting me a little bit.
I had read the book “The Right Stuff,” by Tom Wolfe. Wolfe spent a lot of time describing the amazing egos of these test pilots. He described them like brain surgeons, how they had to be completely lacking in humility to do what they do. Tom Wolfe had Scott Crossfield pegged.
“So have you seen the movie “The Right Stuff?”
“No. And I never will. But I did read the book, though.”
“Why won’t you see the movie?” How could you not see a movie in which an actor plays you, I wondered.
“Some friends of mine saw it and they said the movie made Pancho Barnes look like a worn out old alcoholic. There is no way I’ll ever watch that. That woman was a saint.”
“Hmm. But did you like the book?”
“Yeah. The book was alright. He got a few things right in the book.”
“Did you ever get interviewed by Tom Wolfe?”
“No. I have never talked to the man. But some of my friends did.”
“Well, the movie especially made it look like there was this big rivalry between you and Chuck Yeager. What do you think about all the attention he’s been getting lately?”
He laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll never forget watching Johnny Carson, and he introduced Yeager as ‘the greatest pilot that ever lived.’ Shit, there were dozens of pilots at Edwards that could wax his tail any day. The greatest pilot that ever lived.” He shook his head.
“You mean to tell me that there was nothing special about Chuck Yeager?”
“Well, he did do one thing that impressed me. Yeager put an F104 into a flat spin. Those planes were really easy to put into a flat spin. Anyway, most pilots would have punched out, but Yeager thought to lower the landing gear. That provided enough drag to lower the nose and get him out of the spin. That was pretty clever. I was impressed with that.”
“Well, with all those ads he’s doing these days, Yeager must be making a fortune.” I said. “If I were you, I’d call his agent. Maybe you and Yeager could do an ad where you are bantering about who the best test pilot is.”
He laughed. “No way. You’ll never see me selling spark plugs.”
The short flight to Dallas ended way too soon. I said goodbye to Scott Crossfield and thanked him for making my flight so interesting. As soon as he was out of sight, my father's inner child turned to me and said “You will now repeat every single word he said.”
Rest in peace, Scott Crossfield.
A few minutes later we took our seats aboard the aircraft. My dad took the window seat, and I had to sit in the middle seat. The Walt Disney-looking guy soon sat down in the aisle seat. I was trying to muster up the courage to ask him who the hell he was when I saw his name engraved on a brass plate on the front of his briefcase. It read: Scott Crossfield. I remembered where I had seen him.
“Jesus Christ Dad, that guy is Scott Crossfield!” I practically had to yell at my father over the whine of the jet engines warming up.
“No way, really?”
“Look at his briefcase.”
My dad looked at the briefcase, and then a transformation came over him. I wasn’t sitting next to my dad anymore. I was sitting next to his inner child.
I need to break from this story to tell you about my father. My dad loved everything about flying. When my father was in his 20’s he bought and restored half a dozen World War II fighter aircraft, and he flew them in airshows around the country with a group called The Confederate Air Force. One of the founders of the Confederate Air Force was astronaut Gus Grissom. My dad talked about Gus Grissom like he was a god. He also talked with the same reverence about the one other astronaut he had met, Wally Shira.
I think my dad’s first dream in life was to be a military pilot. And as a military pilot, my dad would have done anything to fly the fastest thing he could possibly fly. In other words, my dad’s ultimate dream would have been to be an astronaut. But that could never happen. The military wouldn’t take my dad. He was blind in one eye. So restoring World War II fighters was the closest thing he could get to being an astronaut. My dad settled for a P-51 Mustang, the fastest propeller driven aircraft ever built. The dragster of the sky.
My dad’s dream was so strong that I took it on. I spent much of my childhood dreaming of being an astronaut. I devoured every bit of information about the space program. I think at one time I could name every American astronaut. Imagine how I felt to be sitting with Scott Crossfield on one side of me and my father on the other.
“Quick dad, what rank is he? Is he a colonel or what?”
“I don’t know. It seems that I remember him being in the Navy. I think he is a Navy commander.”
I couldn’t risk using a title without more certainty.
“Uh, Mister Crossfield, excuse me I couldn’t help noticing who you are. I have a videotape of the PBS documentary “Spaceflight” at home and I was just watching it last week. You are interviewed extensively in that program. I just wanted to say what an honor it is to meet you.” I didn’t bother to mention that he looked like Walt Disney.
He looked a little startled.
“Well it is nice to meet you too, uh…”
“Chris Kavanaugh, sir, and this is my father Dan Kavanaugh. He is a big admirer of yours as well.”
My dad’s inner child reached out to shake his hand.
“It is nice to meet you both.” He said.
The uncomfortable silence that followed was interrupted by the stewardess lecturing us on all kinds of valuable information like what to do in the event of a water landing during the flight from Oklahoma City to Dallas Fort Worth. Just in case we crash into Lake Texoma, I thought. It could happen.
By the time she was through, Scott Crossfield had leaned his head back and shut his eyes.
Great, I thought. He isn’t going to talk to me at all. He is going to sleep all the way to Dallas. Wonderful.
I sat there for several minutes and watched him sleep. I went through three of Elisabeth Kubler-Ross’ five stages. Denial – He is not really sleeping. Anger – Goddammit, can’t he see how important it is to talk to me. Bargaining – Maybe if I wake him he won’t be that pissed off. I was somewhere between depression and acceptance when the drink cart lady came by and said “Care for something to drink?”
My dad and I both gave our drink orders and then Crossfield opened his eyes, “I’ll have a cup of coffee.” He said.
Crossfield straightened himself in his seat, then he turned to me and said, “What documentary did you say you saw me in?”
“Spaceflight. Have you not seen it?”
“No, I remember them interviewing me though. I haven’t seen it. Is it good?” He asked.
“It’s really good. Martin Sheen narrates it. It has tons of footage of you being interviewed and it is spliced in with some amazing old footage of the X-15. They showed footage of the X-15 breaking in half on landing. . .”
Crossfield chuckled. “That was quite a day.”
“. . .they also showed footage of when the X-15 caught on fire with you in it.”
“Yeah. A man risked his life to save mine when that happened.” Crossfield’s eyes were twinkling now. “I guess I’ll have to get a tape of it.”
I noticed my father straining to hear our conversation. Unfortunately, the whine of the engines was too loud. I knew he could only hear bits and pieces. It served him right for taking the window seat.
“So where are you flying to today?” I asked.
“I am going back to Washington, D.C. I had some work in Oklahoma and now I am headed home.”
“So what are you doing these days?”
“Well, I work for Congress. I don’t know if you’ve heard of the National Aerospace Plane. . .”
I nodded.
“It’s designed to take off from a runway, accelerate to hypersonic speed, and propel itself into orbit. Well, I am sort of an intermediary between Congress and the contractors on the project. Some of the work is being done in Oklahoma.”
“How close are we to having an Aerospace Plane?” I asked.
“We are about seven years away from testing prototypes.”
“Wow, that’s unbelievable.” I said. Apparently, I was right.
“So, I am dying to ask you a question. . .What does Scott Crossfield think about the Challenger disaster?”
The Challenger disaster happened in January of 1986, a little over one year before our conversation. The wound was still fresh. Crossfield winced.
“It was fucking criminal is what I think.” Crossfield said. “People should go to jail.”
And so it began. The real Scott Crossfield poured out.
“How they could put a school teacher on that rocket. . . It’s unbelievable. Those astronauts knew the risks, but a school teacher? It’s criminal.”
“When Reagan came out and declared the Space Shuttle operational, what a joke. Operational. Mark my words, one day history will show that Kennedy set the space program back 50 years by taking it out of the hands of aeronautical engineers and handing it to the fucking missileers.”
Apparently “missileers” was a derogatory slur of missile engineers.
“Operational. The missileers idea of operational is if 80% of their rockets don’t blow up on the launch pad, its operational.”
He shook his head.
“We are sitting in an aircraft that was designed and built in 1969 - 1969!! – and you don’t see a bunch of assholes standing around the runway applauding, do you?”
I laughed. “No, you have a point.”
I have no idea how Crossfield knew in what year our plane was built. The McDonnell Douglas DC9 was manufactured from 1965 – 1982. I suspect he was guessing and bullshitting me a little bit.
I had read the book “The Right Stuff,” by Tom Wolfe. Wolfe spent a lot of time describing the amazing egos of these test pilots. He described them like brain surgeons, how they had to be completely lacking in humility to do what they do. Tom Wolfe had Scott Crossfield pegged.
“So have you seen the movie “The Right Stuff?”
“No. And I never will. But I did read the book, though.”
“Why won’t you see the movie?” How could you not see a movie in which an actor plays you, I wondered.
“Some friends of mine saw it and they said the movie made Pancho Barnes look like a worn out old alcoholic. There is no way I’ll ever watch that. That woman was a saint.”
“Hmm. But did you like the book?”
“Yeah. The book was alright. He got a few things right in the book.”
“Did you ever get interviewed by Tom Wolfe?”
“No. I have never talked to the man. But some of my friends did.”
“Well, the movie especially made it look like there was this big rivalry between you and Chuck Yeager. What do you think about all the attention he’s been getting lately?”
He laughed. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll never forget watching Johnny Carson, and he introduced Yeager as ‘the greatest pilot that ever lived.’ Shit, there were dozens of pilots at Edwards that could wax his tail any day. The greatest pilot that ever lived.” He shook his head.
“You mean to tell me that there was nothing special about Chuck Yeager?”
“Well, he did do one thing that impressed me. Yeager put an F104 into a flat spin. Those planes were really easy to put into a flat spin. Anyway, most pilots would have punched out, but Yeager thought to lower the landing gear. That provided enough drag to lower the nose and get him out of the spin. That was pretty clever. I was impressed with that.”
“Well, with all those ads he’s doing these days, Yeager must be making a fortune.” I said. “If I were you, I’d call his agent. Maybe you and Yeager could do an ad where you are bantering about who the best test pilot is.”
He laughed. “No way. You’ll never see me selling spark plugs.”
The short flight to Dallas ended way too soon. I said goodbye to Scott Crossfield and thanked him for making my flight so interesting. As soon as he was out of sight, my father's inner child turned to me and said “You will now repeat every single word he said.”
Rest in peace, Scott Crossfield.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Last night's Nova and Global Dimming
Last night I watched Nova and it messed with me more than a little. To save you the trouble, the show was about the relatively new discovery that air-pollution particles have a very powerful cooling effect on our atmosphere.
That there is an effect is not news. I remember Carl Sagan talking about how we would have a "nuclear winter" following an H-bomb party with the Ruskies (or an asteroid collision) when I was a little kid. The big news had to do with the impact on global temperatures of the grounding of all commercial airline flights following 9/11. You see, jet exhaust creates contrails, artificial clouds that reflect the Sun's heat back out into space. While the scientists expected a very tiny impact on global temperature ranges from these commercial jet groundings, what they saw instead was the largest spike in global temperature range (hotter days, cooler nights) ever recorded (just over 1 degree Celsius).
There is not much chance that was a coincidence, and it isn't like the research might be in error, because anyone can calculate global temperature range. The data from weather stations around the world is freely available. No this is the real thing: a totally overlooked MAJOR cooling influence on the Earth's climate. And because this effect (called "Global Dimming") is so much more powerful than anyone ever dreamed, then all the atmospheric scientists are having to admit that the warming effect of greenhouse gases is correspondingly much more powerful than anyone has heretofore theorized.
If you want to read about it:
Click Here Dude
So what does all this mean? It means that:
With new polution-scrubbing coal-burning power plants popping up all over India and China, and catalytic converters on all their shiny new cars, global warming is more likely to accelerate faster in the coming years than anyone but the fringe ever thought possible. Sure there remains uncertainty, but in poker-terminology, we seem to have fewer outs. It is less likely that we can just kick back and ignore the problem until fossil fuel reserves run out and we transition to some other source of power (probably nuclear) like the George Bushes and Rush Limbaughs of the world might advise.
There is an upside. I won't have to move to a warmer climate in my old age. It will come to me. Also, I may fund my retirement by short selling Florida real estate and investing the profits in Greenland real estate.
Still, in all seriousness, solutions like this one may start to look a lot less radical in the coming years:
Dude Click Here
What I want to know now is: what conditions are necessary to create a contrail? Since high-altitude jets do it by accident, what would an aircraft be like that was designed for the purpose of creating contrails? It seems to me that a zillion robotic contrail-makers buzzing all over the planet would be a cheaper solution to global warming than making a ring around the equator in space.
That there is an effect is not news. I remember Carl Sagan talking about how we would have a "nuclear winter" following an H-bomb party with the Ruskies (or an asteroid collision) when I was a little kid. The big news had to do with the impact on global temperatures of the grounding of all commercial airline flights following 9/11. You see, jet exhaust creates contrails, artificial clouds that reflect the Sun's heat back out into space. While the scientists expected a very tiny impact on global temperature ranges from these commercial jet groundings, what they saw instead was the largest spike in global temperature range (hotter days, cooler nights) ever recorded (just over 1 degree Celsius).
There is not much chance that was a coincidence, and it isn't like the research might be in error, because anyone can calculate global temperature range. The data from weather stations around the world is freely available. No this is the real thing: a totally overlooked MAJOR cooling influence on the Earth's climate. And because this effect (called "Global Dimming") is so much more powerful than anyone ever dreamed, then all the atmospheric scientists are having to admit that the warming effect of greenhouse gases is correspondingly much more powerful than anyone has heretofore theorized.
If you want to read about it:
Click Here Dude
So what does all this mean? It means that:
With new polution-scrubbing coal-burning power plants popping up all over India and China, and catalytic converters on all their shiny new cars, global warming is more likely to accelerate faster in the coming years than anyone but the fringe ever thought possible. Sure there remains uncertainty, but in poker-terminology, we seem to have fewer outs. It is less likely that we can just kick back and ignore the problem until fossil fuel reserves run out and we transition to some other source of power (probably nuclear) like the George Bushes and Rush Limbaughs of the world might advise.
There is an upside. I won't have to move to a warmer climate in my old age. It will come to me. Also, I may fund my retirement by short selling Florida real estate and investing the profits in Greenland real estate.
Still, in all seriousness, solutions like this one may start to look a lot less radical in the coming years:
Dude Click Here
What I want to know now is: what conditions are necessary to create a contrail? Since high-altitude jets do it by accident, what would an aircraft be like that was designed for the purpose of creating contrails? It seems to me that a zillion robotic contrail-makers buzzing all over the planet would be a cheaper solution to global warming than making a ring around the equator in space.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
An Article for Olivia
I found this news story and clipped it because it directly relates to an inside joke between me and my daughter Olivia. The rest of you are welcome to read it if you like, and you can guess at the joke. But Olivia and I will never tell.
Man allegedly gets neighbor's cat euthanized
Associated Press
Apr. 17, 2006 10:22 AM
WEST ISLIP, N.Y. - A man who didn't get along with his neighbor trapped her cat in his back yard and then took it to an animal shelter to be euthanized, police said.
Regina Fagone searched the neighborhood for two days earlier this month after her cat disappeared, and then went to the Town of Islip Animal Shelter.
Employees there broke the news to her: Her cat, a Russian blue, had been euthanized that day.
Richard DeSantis, 56, was arrested Saturday and was charged with criminal mischief, criminal possession of stolen property and making a punishable false written statement, police said. He was issued a desk appearance ticket and will be arraigned June 5.
DeSantis, reached by telephone at his home Sunday, said there are two sides to every story and then hung up.
Police said an investigation found DeSantis had captured the cat and dropped it off at the shelter to be killed.
Man allegedly gets neighbor's cat euthanized
Associated Press
Apr. 17, 2006 10:22 AM
WEST ISLIP, N.Y. - A man who didn't get along with his neighbor trapped her cat in his back yard and then took it to an animal shelter to be euthanized, police said.
Regina Fagone searched the neighborhood for two days earlier this month after her cat disappeared, and then went to the Town of Islip Animal Shelter.
Employees there broke the news to her: Her cat, a Russian blue, had been euthanized that day.
Richard DeSantis, 56, was arrested Saturday and was charged with criminal mischief, criminal possession of stolen property and making a punishable false written statement, police said. He was issued a desk appearance ticket and will be arraigned June 5.
DeSantis, reached by telephone at his home Sunday, said there are two sides to every story and then hung up.
Police said an investigation found DeSantis had captured the cat and dropped it off at the shelter to be killed.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Things I Found Interesting While Web Surfing Today
I found some interesting stuff while web surfing today. I read on a site, which I didn't bother to save, that part of the reason that we have kept the pagan fertility tradition of Easter eggs is that poultry farmers needed to get rid of all the eggs that piled up due to the drop in demand from Lenten fasting. True or not, I love thinking that this holiday was commerce driven, even in the middle ages.
I also discovered a web site with all kinds of interesting facts about our government and taxes. It is www.taxfoundation.org. There I learned many things, the most interesting of which was that since 1977, our government has made about $60 billion per year on gasoline taxes at the pump on average, while the combined profits of the major oil companies has averaged about $30 billion per year. I will no longer wonder why our government isn't doing more to encourage alternative energy investment.
I also discovered a web site with all kinds of interesting facts about our government and taxes. It is www.taxfoundation.org. There I learned many things, the most interesting of which was that since 1977, our government has made about $60 billion per year on gasoline taxes at the pump on average, while the combined profits of the major oil companies has averaged about $30 billion per year. I will no longer wonder why our government isn't doing more to encourage alternative energy investment.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
1998
(While looking through the writings of my past for stuff to put up on my blog, I found this particular piece interesting for its nostalgia. It took me right back to 1998.)
In the last year, several things have occurred in the world that would seem too ridiculous to believe if they were fiction. I have concluded that I have somehow lost all touch with reality and I am dreaming. Perhaps I am in a coma. Since I don't know how I got here, I have no idea how to get out. Here is my collection of evidence that supports this contention. I would welcome any suggestions on how to wake myself up.
The Nation
The Washington Post and the New York Times, two of the most liberal organizations in America, have been leading a media assault on President Clinton over compelling audio-taped evidence that he was having his knob polished by a young White House intern. If true, Clinton is guilty of perjury and may also be guilty of obstructing justice. In his testimony, President Clinton did testify that he had an affair with Jennifer Flowers, something he emphatically denied in his 1992 presidential campaign. The Clintons are blaming the whole thing on a partisan conspiracy. Furthermore, several allied nations including France and Russia are accusing the U.S. of instigating a military crisis with Iraq to shift national attention from the president's legal problems. A movie, called Wag The Dog, just completed its run in theaters and tells the story of a fictional president that first blames partisan politics, then fabricates a military crisis to shift national attention from the compelling story of a sexual encounter with a young girl in the White House. To add to the surrealism, polls indicate that the public strongly believes the president's denials and supports him in this matter.
The Federal Government is forecasting a budget surplus for 1998, the first year since the Eisenhower Administration. An argument is raging on Capitol Hill over what to do with the extra money.
Sports
The wild card Denver Broncos beat the Green Bay Packers in the Super Bowl. The victory was mostly due to the strength of the Bronco's running game.
The U.S. soccer team beat Brazil 1 - 0 in an international soccer tournament, on Tuesday. Brazil is widely believed to be the best soccer team in the world. The U.S. goes undefeated into the tournament's final match on Sunday. In the 68 year history of the U.S. soccer team, the U.S. has never before beaten Brazil - in fact, they have never before even tied Brazil - in fact, they have never before scored a single goal against Brazil.
The PGA will now be forced by court order to allow professionals to use golf carts in tournament play if they have a note from their doctors.
Mike Tyson has been banned from boxing for biting off Evander Holyfield's ear. Boxing industry leaders are now worried that the sport's reputation will be tarnished by Tyson's association with an upcoming wrestling match.
Anything relating to Marv Albert.
Finance
Stock investing genius and second richest man in the world, Warren Buffett has lately been investing billions of dollars in silver futures and zero coupon treasury bonds. Throughout his career, Buffett has been an outspoken advocate of buying quality stocks when they are cheap. He has frequently advised investors that it is foolish to ever try to time the market. Silver futures are bets about the short term fluctuations of the price of Silver on the commodities exchanges. Zero coupon treasury bonds are most commonly used to speculate on short term changes in interest rates.
Movies
The next big-budget Hollywood extravaganzas include Sony's Godzilla starring Oscar and Tony award winner Matthew "Ferris Bueller" Broderick and Lost in Space starring "Friend" Matt LeBlanc.
In the past, I have had dreams where I jumped off of buildings. I always wake up just before I hit the ground. If, by chance, I am mistaken and this is not a dream, and I jump off a building after watching Lost in Space, then you’ll know what happened.
In the last year, several things have occurred in the world that would seem too ridiculous to believe if they were fiction. I have concluded that I have somehow lost all touch with reality and I am dreaming. Perhaps I am in a coma. Since I don't know how I got here, I have no idea how to get out. Here is my collection of evidence that supports this contention. I would welcome any suggestions on how to wake myself up.
The Nation
The Washington Post and the New York Times, two of the most liberal organizations in America, have been leading a media assault on President Clinton over compelling audio-taped evidence that he was having his knob polished by a young White House intern. If true, Clinton is guilty of perjury and may also be guilty of obstructing justice. In his testimony, President Clinton did testify that he had an affair with Jennifer Flowers, something he emphatically denied in his 1992 presidential campaign. The Clintons are blaming the whole thing on a partisan conspiracy. Furthermore, several allied nations including France and Russia are accusing the U.S. of instigating a military crisis with Iraq to shift national attention from the president's legal problems. A movie, called Wag The Dog, just completed its run in theaters and tells the story of a fictional president that first blames partisan politics, then fabricates a military crisis to shift national attention from the compelling story of a sexual encounter with a young girl in the White House. To add to the surrealism, polls indicate that the public strongly believes the president's denials and supports him in this matter.
The Federal Government is forecasting a budget surplus for 1998, the first year since the Eisenhower Administration. An argument is raging on Capitol Hill over what to do with the extra money.
Sports
The wild card Denver Broncos beat the Green Bay Packers in the Super Bowl. The victory was mostly due to the strength of the Bronco's running game.
The U.S. soccer team beat Brazil 1 - 0 in an international soccer tournament, on Tuesday. Brazil is widely believed to be the best soccer team in the world. The U.S. goes undefeated into the tournament's final match on Sunday. In the 68 year history of the U.S. soccer team, the U.S. has never before beaten Brazil - in fact, they have never before even tied Brazil - in fact, they have never before scored a single goal against Brazil.
The PGA will now be forced by court order to allow professionals to use golf carts in tournament play if they have a note from their doctors.
Mike Tyson has been banned from boxing for biting off Evander Holyfield's ear. Boxing industry leaders are now worried that the sport's reputation will be tarnished by Tyson's association with an upcoming wrestling match.
Anything relating to Marv Albert.
Finance
Stock investing genius and second richest man in the world, Warren Buffett has lately been investing billions of dollars in silver futures and zero coupon treasury bonds. Throughout his career, Buffett has been an outspoken advocate of buying quality stocks when they are cheap. He has frequently advised investors that it is foolish to ever try to time the market. Silver futures are bets about the short term fluctuations of the price of Silver on the commodities exchanges. Zero coupon treasury bonds are most commonly used to speculate on short term changes in interest rates.
Movies
The next big-budget Hollywood extravaganzas include Sony's Godzilla starring Oscar and Tony award winner Matthew "Ferris Bueller" Broderick and Lost in Space starring "Friend" Matt LeBlanc.
In the past, I have had dreams where I jumped off of buildings. I always wake up just before I hit the ground. If, by chance, I am mistaken and this is not a dream, and I jump off a building after watching Lost in Space, then you’ll know what happened.
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