Thursday, December 14, 2017

An American Child's Future.

With decreasing concentrations of many minerals thus requiring more energy to mine and process. With the decreasing ERoEI of fossil fuels primarily petroleum also requires more energy to obtain. With many minerals and other materials requiring high temperatures (2000°C) to process, this will be an interesting future.

This paper quantifies, on a global level, the relationship between ore grade and energy intensity. With the case of copper, the study has shown that the average copper ore grade is decreasing over time, while the energy consumption and the total material production in the mine increases. Analyzing only copper mines, the average ore grade has decreased approximately by 25% in just ten years. In that same period, the total energy consumption has increased at a higher rate than production (46% energy increase over 30% production increase).

“Decreasing Ore Grades in Global Metallic Mining: 
A Theoretical Issue or a Global Reality?”

Guiomar Calvo 1,*, Gavin Mudd 2, Alicia Valero 1 and Antonio Valero
Resources 2016, 5(4), 36; doi:10.3390/resources5040036

Things may change?

REE = Rare Earth Elements

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Green Irony

This is a wonderful irony. The attempt to be green, the felling of trees in juxtaposition coupled with the chainsaw and its industrial history as well as the history of the panels themselves. Love it.

I got this picture off the internet, thanks to the unknown author.

This one too.

Friday, October 20, 2017

NARCISSUS from me me to ennui

Written many years ago


from me me to ennui

So I’m not a flower. I knew that all along. I’ve begun to
realize that I have been sitting here a long time. How? I
think it was the thunder. I think it was the lightening. I
think I was struck or the water was struck or my image was
struck. I think my image was hit with one hell of a jolt.
When I first stopped to look, time meant nothing. I
mean it simply meant nothing. Not just the sitting or
wandering through the forest. Time is for hope. I was
beyond hope. No, not hopeless. When you are the center,
the all, what’s the need to hope? When you don’t know
there is more, what’s the need for hope? Well, maybe I
didn’t have it all. Maybe I didn’t want to know there was
more. So for me there was no time. So that is the way it
was. Then.
Why did I stop and look in the first place? You might
think it’s because I thought I was beautiful. That I was so
important. I don’t think I was important. I think the idea of
me was important. But I only exist as someone else’s idea.
And that idea wasn’t me and I couldn’t be that idea. Back
then I was frozen in the idea. I had to stop. There was no
where else to go.
Of course my story was so simple. How beautiful, how
charming, how wonderful I was that was the story. And how
I saw myself in this pool and became entranced. (Forget the
flower part.) Do know about my parents or my ancestry or
my home. Hello, who are Narcissus’s parents? Do I really
know who my parents are?
I didn’t know anybody was trying to talk to me either. I
mean when you have to believe you are beautiful, charming
and wonderful shouldn’t you be heard not talked to. So
Echo who if you ask me has her own problems was yelling
out to me, “I’m here, it’s me,” all I heard was “me, me, me.”
So what do you expect? I mean if I was a flower I couldn’t
hear anyway could I?
Does it seems like I have a lot of questions? I mean there
is one. Well, you would have questions too if you just sort
of woke up after a long period of no time to find out it was
a hell of a long time. Of course when I was stuck in that no
time thing I thought I was the only one. Let me tell you
there are a lot of us around this pool. And lord knows how
many pools there are. That’s sort of disappointing. If I
spend all this time here (not knowing it until now as I said)
then the least of it I could be special.
The story goes that I got stuck here looking at my
reflection and turned into a flower. Well forget the flower
thing. Forget the reflection too. I wasn’t looking down at
me. I wasn’t of course looking back at me, that’s too deep.
I was just that surface. I was stuck right on that surface.
You know what that’s like? The slightest breeze can
ripple me. Someone pointing a finger can distort me all to
hell. Currents rising up from below cause real havoc. It
isn’t easy being on surface like that. Of course, I almost
didn’t know that.
And it isn’t just that I got stuck on the surface. No, I got
stuck just the way I was the moment it happened. Can you
imagine (guess you can) what it is like to wake up and see
this image that might as well be three years old and me
really showing the wear of time. Quite a shock, whoa,
wrinkles and gray.
And lost options and opportunities which is another
matter all together. No, I’m not feeling sorry for myself.
Well maybe a little. But let me tell, while sitting here trying
to figure what to do, I’ve seen others. One guy’s part of the
pool just dried up, don’t even know where he went. Then
there was this woman the shore slip right into the pool.
Don’t know where she went either. And another a tree fell
in a huge storm, poof gone. So at least I’m here.
Okay about that flower thing. This part is secret okay.
I’m mean I was a weed. Just useless. Maybe pretty because
someone wanted me to be pretty. Or maybe important
because of their need. It was all their lie, I was a weed.
That’s why I don’t like even mentioning the flower part.
Pure bull, pure wishful thinking, pure illusion.
Okay even that’s not true. All the while some part of me
has been stuck here at this damn pool the rest of me (no I
don’t know what I mean) has been out there playing like I’m
all grown up. Doing my productive thing. So I’m not a weed

either. I’m not a flower either. I’m just me. Now what?

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Survivalists, The Optimistic Minority

 This is from my Facebook friend Kathi A. Irwin with her permission.
It says it for me.

Survivalists, The Optimistic Minority
I am a 21st century survivalist and by nature an optimist. I don't have one pessimistic bone in my body. If that sounds odd to you, then you do not understand the modern survivalist or me. It's been difficult for me to communicate the concept of the optimistic survivalist. Let me make some comparisons....
A fireman becomes a fireman not because he believes everything is going to burn. He doesn't start fires but believes property can be saved. A doctor becomes a doctor not to make disease. He doesn't believe in death but believes many lives can be saved. A survivalist doesn't make disaster or believe that everything must be destroyed and everyone must die but believes with preparation, lives and property can be saved.
Crime, disease, fire, war, flood, revolution, famine and periodic economic upheaval are the results of nature and the nature of man and, unfortunately, are not completely preventable. The sun will set leaving us in darkness and the summer sun will give way to the cold winds of winter. We know this will happen, that it is unpreventable and we prepare daily and seasonally for both. Does that make us pessimistic? Of course not! So why then is the survivalist who plans for events that are as much a part of history as the sun setting and the seasons changing called a pessimist?
A common misconception is that survivalists predict world disaster. Actually, we are the OPTIMISTIC MINORITY predicting world survival! I invite you to find an insurance actuary, an historian, economist,
political scientist, sociologist or military strategist that can give us even a 50/50 chance of avoiding a large scale catastrophe. Yet, survivalists dare to be optimistic about the future. I don't need to predict the probability of disaster any more than the sun setting. Refusing to look at the calendar doesn't prevent aging.

Another misconception is that survivalists will be disappointed if there isn't some world cataclysm. I have loved ones I would never want to see harmed or worse. I have a home I don't want to see destroyed. I'm not a fool that thinks because I am prepared that a disaster would be fun or that I would not experience danger, hunger, loss, injury, cold, despair or even death.
I have spent some time and some money to improve my/our chances for survival and recovery from disaster but I would welcome, with a great celebration, if someday someone could assure me that I had wasted my time! I will not be disappointed that there is no disaster to survive anymore than I will be disappointed that my house fails to burn down after buying my homeowners insurance policy.
I prefer the pleasant (but unlikely) surprise of being wrong to the (probable) deadly rude awakening that the non survivalist will face if he's wrong. I can't lose, really, because my preparations will be valuable regardless of what the future has in store.
I'm a resource, not a threat. Those without resources are actually a threat to me. I won't be emptying store shelves in an emergency but leaving more for others. I may even be able to help some. I see my survival preparation as a social obligation.
So, you see, I am an optimist. I see the imperative of preparing for the worse by being a self reliant asset.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

A Rock, A Tree, A Cloud

This is the story from Carson McCullers
A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud.
by Carson McCullers  (1917-1967) 
It is worth the read.

I adapted/interpreted the story for a young client in foster care because of a previous abusive environment.

A Rock, A Tree, A Cloud

I knew this person who wanted to be close, but was afraid.  She decided to practice on something safe.  Now you may think this a strange story.

This person decided to love a rock.  That is right - a rock.   It was big.  It did not change and it did not move.  It did not go away.  With practice, she learned to love this rock.  Now some people try to love a piece of clay because you can shape clay anyway you want.  But she learned that when you love something and are close to it, it has its own shape naturally.  You don't try to really change it.

Well, after loving the rock, she decided to love a tree.  A big tree.  This grows slowly.  This tree changes slowly.  It doesn't go away.  Now some people who are aftaid to get close, try to get a whole forest to love them.  But she learned that this was using the trees and not really love.  So she let this tree grow just as slowly as she could. The tree stayed and grew.

Well, after loving a rock and a tree, she decided to love a cloud.  A cloud?  Yes, a cloud.  She was ready to get close to something that did change.  Something that did go away.  She was a little nervous but she had the strength inside to do this.

Now some people would put this cloud in a bottle, so it would not go away.  So it would not change.  But she learned that if you put a cloud in a bottle it has no shape at all.  She learned it was best to be herself.  Love, like a cloud had to finded its own shape/.

Well, after loving a rock, a tree, and a cloud, she knew she was ready to get close to a person.  Sometimes a person needs to change. And sometimes a person needs to go away. The feeling of love doesn't have to go away.  A puppy becomes a dog.  A kitten becomes a cat.  A girl becomes a woman.  She learned all this.  She knew all this.  So she was ready to love to a person.  Just like you.

Monday, August 21, 2017


I have spoken with those younger – 50, 40, 30, 20 years younger than I.  They cannot hear, nor do they want to hear.  Nor do I blame them in my heart though my mind says ‘know the truth’.

The declining ERoEI of fossil fuels and the degrading of mineral resources is converging with all the population, environmental and climatic pressures to put us right at the edge.  The social upheaval from many directions - war, draught, economic disparity, famine - is pushing the edge to the cliff.  Biological, geological and environmental realities of the situation dictate against continuity of the fossil fuel fired industrial world.

My belief says let it work itself out.  This of course would include techno-solutions as this is our way.  All of which from my point of view are part of the problem if not the root of the problems.  Because of our mental manipulation of time and space, we create technological solutions that are only a small piece in the natural flow of things, hence rife with unintended consequences.

Unfortunately, there is no Dante’s Inferno in the nether world.  For those who have no conscience, there is no hell.  For those wrapped in beliefs that separate their life from other life, from our home and from certain other humans, there is no hell.  We are creating it on earth.