No Fence-Sitting Here: Republicans Are Anti-Environment, and That's a Major Difference

So Paul Krugman had a good piece recently about the issue of media fence-sitting, decrying those b.s. ‘journalists’ who repeatedly say, “Washington is broken! Both parties are to blame!” He then details just exactly how wrong the Republican and Tea Party positions are on most issues. And he’s right. Especially on environmental concerns. Here are a couple gems (or lumps of coal) in the news recently, detailing the Republican environmental positions. In the first one, the Republican candidate Huntsman (barely a moderate, I’d say) is taken to task for giving lip service to environmental issues. This quote sums it up: “He is speaking to a microscopically small segment of the Republican primary that has no impact on the primary,” said Florida-based GOP strategist Rick Wilson, who is not aligned with any candidate. “Last time I looked at the polls, environmental concerns ranked somewhere near fear of getting hit by an asteroid.” Here’s the url to the article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/43931417/ns/politics-decision_2012/
The second one is about how the Republicans, especially the Tea Party phonies, are doing everything they can to eviscerate the EPA and all environmental regulations, here:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/28/science/earth/28enviro.html?_r=1&hpw
I don’t even like Mayor Bloomberg, but at least he sees the need for environmental change, and has come out against Big Coal. Under the umbrella of being Pro-Business, the Republicans are dooming our country, and our world.

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The Bears of Custer County & the Smell of Drought

Here’s an url to an article about bears in this morning’s NY Times:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/28/us/28bears.html?hpw
I can vouch for the accuracy of some its statements, especially about bear behavior in drought. Here in the southern mountains of Colorado we’re suffering a drought, not as bad as the South or Texas, but bad enough to hurt the rancher’s hay crops and to make my creek look pathetic and my yard fried. Drought has a certain harsh smell to it, the dryness of the withered plants, more dust in the air. And this has been our biggest year for bear encounters. We’ve seen four different black bears in our yard, three small-medium-sized, and one big bruin who ripped a hole in my shed door to get at the garbage cans inside (a habit now abandoned, but that had never been a problem for eight years). And yesterday this fella went for the bird feeders on our deck. I sympathize with them. They’re hungry. I wish I could feed them but as they say, “A fed bear is a dead bear.” So I don’t. But I did snap his picture.

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On Reading Tim Flannery's "Here on Earth" on an iPad

So I’m now reading Tim Flannery’s Here on Earth on my iPad, which is a curious and thrilling experience. Early on he’s discussing the works of Richard Dawkins and memes, of the spread of ideas, of how much faster cultural evolution takes place than physical evolution. Where does the iPad angle come in? iPads seem more than an object, more than the limited gadget that is the Kindle. I recently saw a factoid than 16% of households already own iPads, in the short time they’ve been on the market. They are ideas reproducing themselves, via the symbiotic apps.
And all this is also to say that Flannery’s book is remarkable, comparable to Jared Diamond’s Collapse (2004). Both books have a perspicacity (a word I don’t use often) that is remarkable, a marco view of the planet, culture, and the interaction of the natural world with the human that is both enlightening, fascinating, and in its way, charming. Read it.
Here’s a url to a website that is hosting a talk by Tim Flannery:
http://longnow.org/seminars/02011/may/03/here-earth/

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"Tattoos Get You Sex" and Other Observations from the Western Frontier

So you have to be blind not to notice the popularity of tattoos in the West, and it must say something about this moment in time, this world in which we’re living. Basically it seems everyone in Colorado/Wyoming (the two places I’ve been traveling in lately) has them. Old ladies, babies, librarians, and the traditional auto repair dude–everybody has ’em. Big ones. Bad ones. Big bad ones. Your average Walmart looks like a carny convention from the Fifties. At a Walmart in Salida, Colorado (nice town) I recently saw a Jeep with a bumper sticker that read “Tattoos get you sex.”
Well I had been mystified why they were so popular. Now I’m not.

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On Tim Flannery's "Here on Earth: A Natural History of the Planet," and LinkedIn Is Now Officially the Most Annoying Social Networking Site

So Tim Flannery, author of one of the best books about global warming, The Weather Makers (2006), has a new book out, which sounds like its subtext is environmental disaster—Here on Earth: A Natural History of the Planet. While the book by Hertsgaard (Hot: Living Through the Next Fifty Years on Earth) I’m reading has a tendency to get rather maudlin and overwhelmed-with-foreboding, Flannery’s The Weather Makers was fascinating in its grasp, and explanation of, the complicated science behind why we know what we know, or why we can make an informed estimate of the mayhem that can be caused by a warming planet. I rate Weather Makers as one of the best books about warming, which makes me want to read Here on Earth.
Meanwhile it was announced with some fanfare that LinkedIn is now the 2nd most popular social networking site, and all I can do is groan. I’m on LinkedIn, big deal. I get frequent reminders of people wanting to be linked to me, and I do, but so what. We have a debt crisis, turmoil in Europe (brought on by more debt they’ll never be able to repay, but no one wants to admit that), Tea Party morons who think the solution to everything is lower taxes for the rich and cutbacks on social programs, and then there’s social networking, which keeps us busy looking at those kitten videos and aren’t they cute?

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On Mark Hertsgaard’s “Hot: Living Through the Next Fifty Years on Earth,” and the Forest Fire in My Backyard (Almost)

So I’m continuing in my quest to read every book ever written about Global Warming. (Well, not all of them, but I have read quite a few.) I’m also starting to think only wimps use the term ‘Climate Change,’ which seems a Republican dodge, too: Let’s just pretend things are changing, maybe for the better!
In that quest, I’m now reading Mark Hertsgaard’s Hot: Living Through the Next Fifty Years on Earth (2011). On the political side of things, Hertsgaard does acknowledge that the U.S. is one of the few industrialized countries that are fighting the acknowledgement of global warming and the obvious conclusion that we had better do something about it, fast. Which of course we’re not. And he does mention the mainstream media’s idiocy on the subject, specifically their constant mention of it as being a ‘theory’ that may be wrong, when scientists have moved on from that nonsense in the early years of the last decade.
Consider the hot, dry summer we’re having, and always the statement gets thrust into the forecast, “It’s not global warming!” It just certainly seems like it, right? When places like Oklahoma and Wichita are breaking records and drought is scorching the South and Southwest, it’s always good to try to convince the populace that this isn’t something we should be concerned about.
Hertsgaard’s book is not one of the best, but there’s much to like about it. He frames the argument from the point of view of a father with a five-year-old daughter, and since my daughter, Lili, is about to turn five in October, naturally I’m sympathetic. Sometimes he harps on this a bit too much, though. (I’m sure I harp about my darling girl too much, as well.) But here’s a good quote, that matches the world I’m witnessing in the West:
“In the American West, the weather of the last twenty years sparked four times as many large fires as during the previous twenty years. Firefighters are worried: in 2006, their Association for Fire Ecology warned, ‘Under future drought and high heat scenarios, fires may become larger more quickly and be more difficult to manage.’ In 2009, a study by Harvard University scientists endorsed the firefighters’ concerns. The area burned by wildfires in the American West could increase by 50 percent by 2050, the study found: in the Pacific Northwest and the Rockies, the increase could be as much as 175 percent” (59).
This June my home turf in Colorado, Custer County, had the Duckett Fire, which has now dwindled (thank god), but quickly grew from 100 acres to nearly 5,000 before it was slowed, mainly by the onset of wetter weather and lower winds. My daughter and I watched it one day and she described this picture as a “fire sun.”

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An Interview With William Gay, a Great Southern Gothic Mystery

A friend of mine recently turned me on to this link (Thanks, Jess)—an interview with the great Southern Gothic writer William Gay that appears in the Oxford American:
http://www.oxfordamerican.org/articles/2011/jun/15/solost-home-william-gay/
I’ve been a fan of Gay’s for years, and some of his stories, like “The Paperhanger,” are out-and-out classics. He even had the title story of his collection I Hate To See That Evening Sun Go Down (2002) made into a film—which I’ve yet to watch, for no good reason. (Although I did recently watch Primal, a rather ridiculous, so-bad-it’s-good Australian horror film.) My editor, Greg Michalson, was also his editor. But the real mystery about Gay is his soon-to-be/never-to-be released novel, The Lost Country, which has been scheduled for years now.
My favorite Wm Gay novel is Provinces of Night (2000), which was also made into a film in 2010 titled Bloodworth, starring no less than Kris Kristofferson and Val Kilmer. Both of them I’ll have to watch soon.

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Curb Your Enthusiasm Is Back, and I Can't

So I’m sure if I were some kind of know-everything, Entertainment-Tonight wonk I would have already known this, but Curb Your Enthusiasm is back this Sunday! It’s hits and misses, but when it hits, it hits. The whole season with the Black family was great. This one has a reprise of the Annoying Laugh woman from Seinfeld. Here’s the NY Times link that gives a preview:
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/08/arts/television/curb-your-enthusiasm-begins-its-eighth-season.html?hpw
It’s not TV, it’s HBO.
There should be some other catchphrase: It’s HBO: A lineup of awful movies padding the schedule for a few good series.
But I guess that’s rather long and cumbersome.

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On James Hansen's "Storms of My Grandchildren" & The Folly of Creepers

So I just saw that the temperature reached 118 degrees in Phoenix yesterday (How can they stand it?) and is forecast to be at record levels all across the country, including where I am, in the Southwest, which by some measurements has already warmed by 1.5 degrees Fahrenheit in the last century. James Hansen is a famous climate change scientist and NASA chief, and his book Storms of My Grandchildren (2009) is about the crucial misinformation going on in politics, and especially the Bush administration, when scientists were regularly being censored by political hacks who didn’t like the truth about global warming and climate change. And although I’m an Obama supporter, I also agree with Hansen that Obama isn’t doing enough to steer us away from this catastrophe on our doorsteps. It’s good book, if a bit chatty and clumsy at times.
And it’s the kind of book members of Congress should be reading. But they’re not. Instead it seems even the Democrats, like Weiner, are wasting their time emailing photos of themselves to sweet young things. College students have recently taught me a new term: Creepers. It’s a term for people (pervs, most likely) who troll Facebook/Twitter etc. for girls and virtual sex. (Or for boys.) What strikes me about our politicians is that they seem to spend their time fundraising or ego-stroking when they need to be reading. But maybe I’m just old fashioned, and believe politicians should be reasonable, curious, intelligent human beings. What an idea.

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Review of Stefan Merrill Block's "The Storm at the Door"

My review of Stefan Merrill Block’s novel The Storm at the Door appeared in the Dallas Morning News last Sunday, and can be found at this url:
http://www.dallasnews.com/entertainment/books/20110624-book-review-the-storm-at-the-door-by-stefan-merrill-block.ece
It’s an earnest novel about his grandparents’ lives, and at times I felt it suffered from his belief that his grandfather’s story (who was in a psychiatric facility in 1962, for exposing himself while drunk—in 2011 the clinic might have just been a rehab facility) was more important than it is, at least to me. There’s an evil psychiatrist who seemed like the wicked Dr. Chilton in The Silence of the Lambs, the second reference to that film/novel I’ve noticed this month.
Here’s the text version:
THE STORM AT THE DOOR/By Stefan Merrill Block
Random House; 368 pages, $25
The Madness in Families
Raised in Plano, author Stefan Merrill Block’s, “The Story of Forgetting,” was a critically acclaimed debut novel about the anguish of Alzheimer’s. His second novel, “The Storm at the Door,” is another in the recent trend of “fictional memoirs,” fiction based on actual events, in the vein of Jeanette Walls’ “Half-Broke Horses,” though much grimmer and inward-focused. It concerns the tortuous life story of Block’s grandparents—his grandfather, Frederick Merrill, emotionally disturbed and alcoholic, and his grandmother, Katharine, the long-suffering woman who eventually had enough.
Most of the story unfolds at the “fictional” Mayflower clinic, a psychiatric care facility near Boston, patterned after the famous McLean Hospital, in which Block’s grandfather was a patient in 1962. This mixing of fact/fiction is hit and miss. Frederick’s life is tragic in a familiar way: he drinks too much, seduces women while living as a (badly) married man, and indulges in various sins that family members might forgive and others simply dismiss as boorish behavior. He’s admitted into psychiatric care for indecent exposure, which he tries to portray as a “joke,” an alibi that many no doubt wish would get them off the hook.
At the Mayflower clinic, a villain emerges in the guise of Albert Canon, chief psychiatrist, who more closely resembles the despicable, self-centered Dr. Frederick Chilton in “The Silence of the Lambs” (1991). Canon’s sins are also familiar—punishing patients with electroshock therapy or solitary confinement, taking away their writing materials, picking on their emotional weaknesses. Guilty of his own bad behavior in an affair with one of assistants, Rita, Canon has no redeemable qualities, and at times seems a caricature of a quack academic psychiatrist. One scene in particular recalls Nurse Ratched in Ken Kesey’s classic “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,” which is an awkward comparison, in that “Cuckoo’s Nest” is a much more daring novel, with literary inventiveness, anguish, humor, and ultimately hope, while Block’s novel is somber and claustrophobic.
The other patients at Mayflower are a mixture of the famous and the bizarre: as is pointed out several times, Mayflower is a reputable institution, counting the poet Robert Lowell and the mathematician John Nash as patients, but in this novel, the most important characters besides Frederick and Canon are Marion Foulds, a multiple-personality disorder sufferer, and Professor Schultz, a broken academic, who both commit suicide.
The life story of Katharine Merrill, Frederick’s wife, is a sad shadow to his own. She suffers his bad behavior for years, accepts him home from the clinic and attempts to carry on, ultimately to end her life in a manner oddly similar to her broken husband. The climactic moment in her life—through the eyes of her young grandson, at least—occurs when she burns the writings her husband composed while at Mayflower. It’s an act born of bitterness, resignation, and a desire to be loose from the past. Ultimately “The Storm at the Door” is itself a reckoning with the past, an attempt to make sense of familial mysteries—lyrical, touching and heartfelt.

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