Saturday, February 22, 2014

No Muslims On Mars

In the news:

“Muslim clerics in the United Arab Emirates have issued a religious order or fatwa banning Muslims from signing on for an upcoming trip to Mars.”

The order came from the General Authority of Islamic Affairs and Endowments, which equates such a hazardous trip with suicide. As we all know, Muslims are not allowed to commit suicide. It’s against their religion.

When I read about this fatwa my immediate thought was, “What?!”

Have these clerics heard about Muslims trying to blow themselves up on airplanes, on buses, in crowded places of all types? Because I don’t recall any fatwa about those suicides, not to mention any fatwa against the cold-blooded murder of innocent people. And yet these clerics are so worried about a Muslim going to Mars that they have to issue a fatwa about it. Hello, clerics: Are you aware that there isn’t even a way for a Muslim to travel to Mars? In fact, only two countries can put a human into low Earth orbit – Russia and China, and neither can send a person to Mars.

Meanwhile, here on Earth, the latest terrorism worry is about a Muslim blowing up an airliner with a shoe bomb.

Ah, well, it’s nice to know the General Authority has its priorities straight.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Mongrel

Theodore “Ted” Nugent, an old rocker who has traveled a long way since his days with The Amboy Dukes and their hit single Journey to the Center of the Mind, recently called President Obama a “mongrel.” A long time ago, when Ted was a young man, calling someone a mongrel was an insult. But the world changes, and language changes, and today the word is just as likely to be used as a friendly term.

“You’re … you’re … you’re mixed breed!
”Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing.”
”Huh?”
”Oh wait, were you trying to insult me?”
”Yes. Did it work?”
“Rush me to the burn unit.”

Nevertheless, we all know Ted intended an insult, even if his head is stuck in the ‘60s (the 1860s). But the statement made me start thinking about the word mongrel.

Of course, the word can mean “mutt” – a dog that belongs to no particular breed; i.e., mixed-breed. (It’s worth noting that mongrels are often healthier than purebreds.) But the word has other meanings.

Mongrel is a cool store in Richmond, Virginia. Their home page is here, and it’s worth a visit to see some of the neat things they sell. They have an eclectic inventory: lamps and pillows and picture frames and candles and mirrors and greeting cards and all manner of whatnots. They sell things made by local artists and craft people. Some of their inventory is shown in a photo slideshow on this page. (There are several slideshows; navigation links are just below the pictures.) Mongrel’s logo is a winking mongrel dog.

Mongrel is an open-source software library and a small, fast, web server. It was the first web server to be used by Twitter.

Mongrel is a British-Irish rock band formed in 2008. (Brits would say, “Mongrel are a rock band.”)

Mongrel is an American rock band based in the Boston, Massachusetts area.

Mongrel is the name of a 1982 movie written and directed by the late Robert A. Burns. (Burns was Art Director for 1974’s Texas Chain Saw Massacre, 1977’s The Hills Have Eyes, and other similar movies.)

Mongrel X is a UK organization with a mission to engage and empower diverse marginalized groups.

America boasts of being a “melting pot” of people from all parts of the world. As such, many Americans have mixed ancestry. If you are part Italian and part Greek, or part Scot and part Chinese – does that make you a mongrel? And if it does, so what?

Monday, February 17, 2014

A New Energy Age

Regardless of whether you believe the planet is headed for a climate change disaster, it makes sense to wean ourselves off fossil fuels. Fossil fuels were a simple technology for a simple age. Humans found it easy to burn things in order to cook and stay warm and illuminate the night. We cut down trees and burned them. We killed whales and burned their blubber. If we had stayed with that technology, we would have exhausted the planet’s supply of whales long ago. But we moved on: from burning trees and whale oil to burning fossil fuels.

Humans learned how to dig coal from the ground and how to use it to power machines and heat buildings. We learned how to get petroleum out of the ground and how to distill it into kerosene, gasoline, diesel, and other products. Fossil fuels were ideal for our ancestors who lived in a less developed world.

However, fossil fuels are not without drawbacks. For one thing, there is a limited supply. Sooner or later, the planet’s fossil fuels will be exhausted. We will have used them up. Then, we will have no choice but to use renewable fuels. The time to begin a transition to renewable fuels is long before the point where we have no choice. The transition will take time and we don’t want to rush the process. Some experimentation will be necessary. There will be surprises. Some technologies that look promising today may turn out to be impractical for reasons we haven’t imagined, while research may reveal new technologies with even greater promise.

A second drawback of fossil fuels lies in their combustion products. These combustion products pollute the air, pollute rivers, and pollute land. There is no EPA in China. There are no pesky environmental regulations there. As a result, we can clearly see the results of burning fossil fuels. We can’t see the CO2 that may be contributing to the warming of the planet, but we can see that the air is filled with particulates: minute particles of soot and ash that can be inhaled and stick inside the lungs and cause respiratory problems – including death for some individuals. Simply put, the air is not fit to breathe.

There is also water pollution. Recently, a retired coal-fired energy plant dumped 82,000 tons of coal ash and 27 million gallons of water containing metals and chemicals into North Carolina’s Dan River when a storm water pipe ruptured. State officials warned against swimming in the river or eating fish taken from it. Coal ash contains arsenic, mercury, lead, boron and other substances that don’t dissolve in the water. Much of that pollution sinks to the bottom of the river where it poisons aquatic life for years. Coal ash is not regulated.

Pipelines carrying petroleum have ruptured many times, polluting rivers and sensitive environments like aquifers that supply drinking water. Tankers have lost their cargo of crude oil, polluting beaches. The BP oil spill was not just a disaster for pelicans, it was a disaster for the Gulf fisheries and for the people who make a living providing seafood to the rest of us; it was a disaster to people who work in the tourist industry: hotels, motels, restaurants.

Many years ago I went camping in the Adirondack mountains. I camped beside and swam in beautiful lakes with crystal clear water. The local people explained to me the reason the water was so clear: acid rain had killed all the life in those lakes. The cause of the acid rain was sulfur and nitrogen compounds produced by burning fossil fuels in coal-burning power plants and gasoline-burning automobiles. In addition to killing aquatic life, acid rain kills forests and corrodes bronze and marble statues and monuments.

In addition to acid rain, our fossil fuel civilization produces acid snow. Though a little less acidic than acid rain, in some ways it is worse. Snow accumulates on the ground in winter, and when spring arrives the snow melts, seeping into the ground and creating runoff into lakes and streams. This sudden burst of acidic water into the environment is called an “acid pulse” and it damages soil and water. Many life forms are just getting started in the spring: eggs are hatching (salamanders, frogs, trout), seeds are sprouting. The acid pulse decimates these emerging life forms, killing vast numbers of them.

Of course, we need energy and the energy has to come from somewhere. But our need for energy has outstripped our ability to safely manage the fossil fuel chain: getting it from the ground, transporting it, processing it, storing it, burning it, and disposing of its waste products. We’re busily running here and there to stamp out the big and little disasters that constantly arise from the fossil fuel chain. A pipeline leaks and pollutes drinking water. A tanker runs aground and destroys a fishery. Rail cars carrying petroleum catch fire and kill people innocently enjoying the night. A gas pipeline explodes and burns up a neighborhood. And so it goes, on and on and on.

In my lifetime, America’s population has grown from 141 million to 317 million, and the world’s population has grown from 3 billion to over 7 billion. Both are still growing and so our appetite for energy is increasing exponentially. We have to face a fact: if we all want to have reasonably cheap energy, we’re going to have to get rid of the notion that we can have it by burning stuff. Because burning stuff to get energy isn’t going to work on an increasingly crowded planet with dwindling resources (including clean air, clean water, and stuff to burn).

America’s regulated nuclear industry has been a safe industry. There have been incidents, to be sure, but without significant environmental impact or casualties. Yet, ironically, the industry has been stunted by strong environmental opposition, whereas the fossil fuel industry has created disasters time after time and yet continues to thrive. If the nuclear industry had caused a tenth as much damage to the environment and public health, there is little doubt that the outcry would have closed all nuclear plants by now.

Nuclear power is not completely risk free, but it is safe and can be made even safer if we are willing to invest the money required to make it so. But even nuclear is a limited-supply technology; it is a non-renewable fuel. The quantity of fissile material in the earth is finite. The future of affordable, plentiful, non-polluting energy lies in those resources that will not soon be exhausted. Those resources are wind, solar, hydrogen, biofuels, and some day, nuclear fusion. We have taken baby steps toward their use. We are experimenting to see what works and what doesn’t work. Our technological civilization cannot last long being dependent on a dwindling resource, nor can it return to the renewable fuels used by our agrarian ancestors. We are at the beginning of a new energy age. If you want to hasten that age, all you have to do is not get in the way.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Is This Winter Unusual?

The TV news is reporting that those of us in the eastern US are having a very cold winter. Naturally, I wondered if I am having a very cold winter. I live in central Virginia which, when I last checked, is in the eastern US.

This winter isn’t over, but it’s 3/4 over. Suppose I add up the heating degree days for my location for the heating season thus far – October, November, December, January. Then suppose I do the same for the last nine years. That would give me a good idea of how cold this winter has been compared to the previous nine winters. (Heating degree days are a measure of how cold it has been. Bigger numbers mean colder weather.)

I plotted the result. Winter of 2003-4 is far left; winter of 2013-14 is far right. (Click image for larger version.)


Data from www.weatherdatadepot.com/

In terms of heating degree days, the average temperature for this winter so far has certainly been, well, average.

But perhaps I should go back farther and look at the bigger picture. So I plotted the average January temperature for Richmond, Virginia, for the years 1949 to 2014. 1949 is far left; 2014 is far right. (Click image for larger version.)


Data from weather-warehouse.com/

There’s nothing unusual about this January’s average temperature. It’s been colder than some years and warmer than others.

How about snowfall amounts? How does this January compare with previous years? I plotted Richmond’s total January snowfall for years 1949 to 2014. 1949 is far left; 2014 is far right. (Click image for larger version.)


Data from weather-warehouse.com/

If there is anything unusual about this winter’s weather – for central Virginia – I don’t see it. The weather looks positively average. Maybe the last two weeks of February will be a bear.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Gray Saturday

I awoke to a cold, gray day, and a cold rain falling. Patches of white lay scattered on soaked earth – remnants of snow that survived yesterday’s sun. Raindrops pattered against the awnings. It was a good day for staying inside, a good day for sleeping late, for reading, for being mesmerized by a burning log in the fireplace, or even by the warm glow cast by a kerosene heater.

Some days I like sunshine, and some days, rain. Sunshine is cheery, but I feel a bit guilty if I’m not outside when it’s sunny. Being inside on a sunny day makes me feel like I’m “wasting daylight.” But if I have nothing special to do and nowhere to go, I’m glad to see rain. It gives me "an excuse” to stay inside.

Lunch time rolled around, and I opened the fridge to survey the leftovers. I had half a spaghetti melon left from yesterday’s lunch. It was already cooked, and it would be good with spaghetti sauce over it. But I was almost out of spaghetti sauce. I remembered I had a little pizza sauce left. Both are tomato-based sauces; they should blend well. I took out both bottles and dumped the remaining pizza sauce into the spaghetti sauce bottle and stirred them. It still wasn’t enough.

I cut a slice of onion and finely chopped it. I minced a garlic clove, too. I put the onion and garlic into a pan over heat and added a tablespoon of olive oil. I let them sautée a while, then I added two tablespoons of vegetable juice (which is mostly tomato juice). I added the pasta/pizza sauce to the pan, stirred, and left the mixture to heat.

I warmed the half-mellon, scraped the inside with a fork, added salt, crumbled feta cheese into it, sprinkled grated parmesan over it, added the pasta/pizza sauce, added more parmesan, and sat down to eat. You probably won’t find this meal on the menu at your favorite upscale restaurant, but it was quite good and it was filling.

After eating, I noticed the rain had stopped falling. I checked the National Weather Service and their forecast for my little city for this afternoon is: Sun, peeking out from behind clouds.

bknI can live with that. If the sun does peek out, I’ll go for a walk. Probably. It’s still cold, of course. Okay, I might go for a walk. Or, I might stay inside and live with the guilt.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Winter Storm

Wednesday afternoon at about 4PM, snow began to fall in my central Virginia city. Snow came down hard for a few hours, then turned to sleet, then rain, and by Thursday morning the precipitation had stopped.  Thursday afternoon witnessed the arrival of thunder, followed by heavy sleet, followed by more snow. By this morning the storm was gone and the sun was shining brightly, so I went out and shoveled the front porch, steps, and sidewalk so the sun could more easily melt the snow. I probably didn’t shovel snow for more than ten or fifteen minutes and yet I was sweating when I came back inside. Shoveling snow is hard work. And in this case it turned out to be unnecessary work. The day warmed to almost 60°, and under a bright sun most of the snow melted. Only scattered patches of snow remain in my front yard now.

My friend CyberDave, who lives in Roanoke, told me their official snow total was 19 inches. I used to live in Roanoke, so I know about the snow they get. Here below are a couple of photos I took of my apartment building’s parking lot when I lived in Roanoke. Yes, those are automobiles under those mounds of snow. You can tell by the side mirrors sticking out. Ordinary snow mounds don’t have side mirrors.

On days when I’m in a nostalgic mood and I have thoughts about moving back to the Roanoke Valley, I look at these photos. I think about the amount of effort required to dig out a car and clear a path to the street, and of how heavy a shovelful of snow is, and how each shovelful of snow barely makes a dent in the amount of snow to be removed. And just like that, the thought of moving to Roanoke goes away.

Supreme Matchmaker

I was eating lunch (spaghetti squash, lightly salted and topped with pasta sauce and parmesan cheese – very tasty) when a commercial for ChristianMingle.com, a Christian dating website, came on the TV. According to the announcer their registered slogan is Find God’s Match for You ®.

My instant thought was: God’s match? Really?

The Supreme Being, Creator of the Universe and all the trillions of stars and planets in it – not to mention people, animals, plants, and sundry whatnot – has created a soul mate for you, but this omnipotent Being somehow can’t find a way for the two of you to meet without the help of a dating website?

Really?

And assuming that is true, how does God do that? Let’s say you visit the website, you enter your personal information into a form, you press Search, and then … what happens? Does God rig the results of the website’s search engine? Does He flip bits and bytes inside the software? Or does God intercept the HTML flowing to your computer and substitute His own stream of HTML? Does God know about things like HTML and Active Server Pages?  Or does He use magic, as when He said “Let their be light”?

Call me skeptical, call me cynical, but I suspect the Supreme Being may not actually get involved in the selection process, so just … be careful out there. And good luck.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Enchanted Days

The world once held enchantment and I was lucky enough to live in it.

Just down the street lived a thick woods and a swamp where cattails grew tall. The swamp was long ago drained and filled, and what remains of the woods – what hasn’t been cut down and paved over – is a ghost of its former self.

As a boy I loved the woods and often spent hours exploring it. It was filled with mystery and delights waiting to be discovered. An ancient artesian well in one place (how did it come to be there?), an old, half-decayed cement structure in another place (rumored to have been a gunpowder plant during the Civil War). There were vast fields where one could find Minié balls that had been lying on the ground since the day some Civil War skirmish had put them there. I always picked them up and put them in my pocket, and I developed a small collection of Minié balls which I kept in a little cardboard box. Most of them had struck something and were deformed but they were still interesting to look at and to think about how they came to be where I found them.

There was a dairy farm that delivered milk to our house. The dairy, too, is long gone, though the subdivision that replaced it still bears its name.

There were streams of pristinely clear water that sparkled under the summer sun and crusted over with ice in winter. In the streams one could find crayfish and salamanders and tadpoles and minnows. The streams are gone now, having long ago been forced to flow through cement drainage pipes out of sight below the ground.

The solitary woods, the quiet meadows, the hidden bowers of wildflowers I knew in my youth have been bulldozed and paved. In their place stand shopping malls, convenience stores, parking lots, tattoo parlors, pizza joints, gas stations, housing subdivisions, all laced with roads and traffic jams and noise and crowds of humans casting their litter onto the land, making the already graceless landscape still trashier.

I know we’ve gained some things, but I think we’ve lost more. We have video games and sixteen screen cinemas and the World Wide Web, but we’ve lost  enchantment. It’s something no one can put a price tag on, but bit by bit, acre by acre, that is exactly what we did. We sold our enchantment to developers, who made fortunes transforming it into monotonous, uninspiring brick and asphalt. And we are poorer for it.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

1995 Jeep VIC Problem

If you don’t own a 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee or you don’t have a problem with its Vehicle Information Center (VIC) then you should skip this blog post as it won’t be relevant for you.

Über Bowl 2014

Today is the 2014 Über Bowl. Why do I reference the game as the Über Bowl, you ask. Did you know the word super is Latin? I never studied Latin so I avoid using the word. Did you know the word hyper is Greek? I avoid that word, also. It’s Greek to me. So what’s left?

I’m not a big fan of NFL football, but I like to think I know what is going on. The two teams playing in today’s Über Bowl are the Denver Horses – I’m going by their team logo, which I’ve seen on their helmets – and the Seattle Waterfowl – again, going by the logo on their helmets.

The game would be more interesting if I placed a small bet on the outcome. However, I can’t decide which team to bet on. Horses are a lot more powerful than Waterfowl so maybe I should bet on Denver. On the other hand, Waterfowl can fly high and Horses can’t fly at all, so maybe I should bet on Seattle. See what I mean? It’s a tossup. Okay, I’ll step out on a limb and pick Seattle by 3 points, 24-21.

Denver is in the middle of the continent, and Seattle is on the northwest coast of America, so of course the game is being played on the east coast in East Rutherford, New Jersey – about as far from both fan bases as you can get. Well, they could have played in Miami, Florida – that might be a little more inconvenient for their fans to travel to than New Jersey. The problem with Miami is that it doesn’t have the je ne se qua, the cachet, that certain something that East Rutherfordites (East Rutherfordians?) know and love.

If whoever decides such things had to pick between playing the Über Bowl in East Rutherford and playing in Miami, their thought process probably went like this:

“East Rutherford, New Jersey, is a fun place. How can Miami compete with East Rutherford when it comes to having fun? All Miami has is Miami Beach. And South Beach. And Ocean Drive. And the sidewalk cafes and clubs along the Road. And The Forge, and Crandon Park, and Barton G, and Segafredo, and Abbey on South Beach. Whereas East Rutherford has the Newark Museum (though technically it’s in Newark, not East Rutherford), the Meadowlands Racetrack (new grandstand!), the Izod Center, and the New Jersey Institute of Technology (technically, that one is in Newark, too). Plus, the average temperature for East Rutherford in early February is a refreshing 30 degrees, while the average temperature in Miami in early February is a sweltering 70 degrees. East Rutherford wins hands down. Let’s play the game there!”

I’m sure the thinking at NFL headquarters went something like that. Of course, too many blows to the head can affect one’s thinking. So they say.