It’s becoming official



a good wet weekend read – what really underpinned the Industrial Revolution

well said, that man

Generation Zero. Wow.

I went along to the St David St lecture theatre last night. An outfit I’d vaguely head of, was hosting a ‘Give Bob hope’ forum (Bob Lloyd being about as doomersterish as me).

Bob gave his Peak Oil / Peak Everything/ Energy lecture, a couple of students spoke, and Jeanette Fitzsimmons skyped to them.

What got me, was that this theatre – which seats 550 – was full. There would have been 10 of us who were not of student age, we stood out like sore thumbs (or is that toes?).

If I was running the National Party, or Labour, I’d have been very scared. These folk are the future. 500 quiet, thoughtful folk, not a kaftan or a bare foot among them, all wanting to claim their planet back from the madness.

Powerful?  I was humbled. Thankful too – for a long time I thought we were a dwindling and aging band, fighting a doomed rearguard action. I knew it could only buy time, and that the only reason for that was to hope that someone would step up before it was too late.

These youngsters look like they’re doing that. I saw a future Prime Minister last night too. It was pretty impressive. Rightly, they weren’t that impressed with my generation. Mea – wea – culpa.

But as a hope for the future – there are a lot of political movements would like to boast 500 intelligent youngsters in their lists.

Comparing that gathering to the horseshit that ‘DavidB’ and ‘Gonz’ and the other spinmeisters put up, was something I did several times last night. Different worlds. I’ve decided that my contribution (besides what I do now) will be to document this phase. With names. Theses folk have had the time, had every chance, to do the right thing. History should remember them for what they are.

Go you lot – the baton is all your – run…..

the big snow

We came through it with minimal damage – a broken 50mm vent pipe, and slightly splayed spouting, both courtesy of the icing on the roof succumbing to gravity.

There were cars abandoned all along the highway, and we put up two car-loads here overnight, along with an already-here guest. There were mattresses all over the mezzanine, shades of summer camp, or perhaps the Waltons….

Good to do, though, and good to be able to do. The infrastructure wasn’t in trouble (water didn’t freeze, stacks of firewood, enough produce to feed the mob for days on end…..) and it was good to have to time to do nothing but socialise, talk, eat, play. It’s what we set the place up for.

Still and all, I don’t do snow willingly these days. It just slows down the projects…………

Heinberg – on target as usual

a wee taste:

We’re at a crossroads. Up to this point, cheap and abundant energy has fueled consistent economic growth. The only real discussion among the managerial elite was how to grow the economy—whether in planned or unplanned ways, whether with sensitivity to the environment or without.
Now the discussion must center on how to contract. Sadly, that discussion is radioactive—no one wants to touch it. It’s hard to imagine a more suicidal strategy for a politician than to base his or her election campaign on the promise of economic contraction. Instead, discussions in policy circles tend to turn on how to maintain the illusion of growth. Denial runs deep, but sooner or later reality will make itself known.
Ain’t that the truth.

the impossibility of endless growth……well demonstrated.