“Keep your eye on the pea. Follow every move, suckers. Our hands never leave our arms. Confused? That’s right. You can’t really know which shell hides the real gas pipeline route. ” There’s been another feint in the direction of “not there after all” with regard to the Mountain Valley Pipeline’s actual path. The energy companies in all likelihood will yet again plot another zone of chaos, and in so doing, they keep the enemy off balance. Of so they presume. I read this …
As “modern Americans” we expect at least the standard of living we learned to live with while growing up–if not way better than that. I can’t think of any group of adolescents that would accept the notion–much less strive for–having LESS, and maybe far less than their parents’ upbringing has made them believe is their entitlement. We want more, better, faster, cushier. It’s the face of human nature, though perhaps not its most flattering profile. I think about this necessary and inevitable near to …
No that is not the working title of this thing before me. But it is the punch line as I’m thinking through the story line of this book idea. It starts in a tiny community called Floyd where a pipeline threatens the local landscape and lifestyle, and pipelines-plural represent a symptom of a misguided energy policy that would miserably succeed in putting 30 more years of carbon into the atmosphere–unless that gold rush comes to an end. How would the rush to destruction by …
I’m pretending, as a fumbling fiction writer, that there will be a life after carbon. It is a thought and a hope I’d like to hold up as a possibility, though I hold serious doubts, because I do not think it possible any carbon will be left in the ground if we can get it out–up to the point where it takes a barrel of oil to produce a barrel of oil. One might think that this run on “unconventional reserves” of carbon in …