The other day I got yet another mailing from the Union of Concerned Scientists (versus the Union of Unconcerned Scientists–they’re out playing golf, hitting the bar afterwards, driving around in their Hummers, spraying pesticides wherever the hell they want…they’re a bunch of assholes).
The organization was founded in 1968 by MIT science faculty, no doubt many of them have since gone atomic, as in died…the point being, the Union of Concerned Scientists have been “concerned” about 50 years and well, things are a lot worse…
I am suggesting they ramp it up a few notches to reflect the pending reality of our planetary “situation”. Here are some possibilities (note: if not already added, “alcoholic” can be added to any listed below).
JUST ADDED! (Thanks Sci Fri!)– Union of Terrified Scientists
Union of Panic-stricken Scientists
Union of Angst-Ridden Scientists
Union of Anxious Scientists
Union of Perturbed Scientists
Union of Bothered Scientists
Union of Troubled Scientists
Union of Distressed Scientists
Union of Uneasy Scientists
Union of Desperate Scientists
Union of Frustrated Scientists
Union of Depressed Scientists
Union of Depressed Alcoholic Scientists
Union of Depressed, Frustrated, Alcoholic Scientists
Union of Depressed, Frustrated, Desperate, Alcoholic Scientists
Union of ‘I Can’t Sleep At Night’ Scientists
Union of “Hey, I’ve Got Grand-kids!” Scientists
Union of ‘Hello, Anyone? We’re Freaking Out Over Here?’ Scientists
Union of ‘We’re Fucked’ Scientists
Union of ‘Smoke ‘Em if Ya’ Got ‘Em’ Scientists
Union of ‘What Will the Evolution of Humans Into Subterranean, Cave-dwelling Creatures Be Like?’ Scientists
Union of “We’re Looking For Another Planet Very Quickly” Scientists
and my personal favorite: The Union of Pissed Off Scientists.
Any one will do but will any one do…anything about it? This is the real question.
Hint: we could reject the current paradigm, demand change immediately, and stop driving our cars, like, tomorrow. Tomorrow.
(Oh but the car industry…whose tentacles reach out…)
When George Clooney and I were dating…wait a minute.
When I first saw George Clooney’s monument…wait…no.
When Monument Men staring, er, starring George Clooney came out, my friend and I decided any excuse to see an oversized George Clooney is worth the almost ten bucks meaning I saw this movie in a theater. I love every movie my former lover, wait, no, George Clooney is in but it did set me off into thinking, once again, how narcissistic and self-obsessed the human primate is. We just love love love ourselves–and now, we are loving ourselves to death (i.e. the planet is becoming uninhabitable because we love ourselves so much).
As you likely know, the movie is about humans risking their lives for art made by humans–but no one is really making any peep about the devastation of nature’s art, namely our native flora.
I asked my friend why a native wildflower, say, Madia elegans which I adore and can break your heart, is any less art than a Picasso? In fact, wouldn’t native plants be even more significant as ART because nature “made” them, “designed” them over thousands of years, for and in a particular place, and if you kill them, you kill them not only as ecosystem-supporting organisms, but you kill them as ART too?
(See first sentence of this post). No we cannot. Drink your wine and listen to me.
So, this movie about George Clooney’s monument, no, wait, (stop making that joke; it’s getting old; ok), this movie about people almost killing themselves to save stuff made by other people while every day, another population of NATURE’S ART get destroyed–this is the norm for the human primate.
Yesterday, a population of native trout lilies was permanently destroyed for the expansion of a mobile home park here–the entire area of native flora is gone, forever, as of yesterday, and this is OK. “NORMAL”; but putting your life at risk to rescue stuff fabricated by your own species, monkey stuff, is the story here. The point of the movie. Touching, poignant, important, the preserving of our “culture”…
But every day we lose nature’s ART is ok. No one puts themselves at risk to save this…perhaps a sad feeling as we drive by in our cars, a “tsk tsk”…”and it was so pretty”.
Why is the definition of ART, HISTORY, not extended to the natural world? Is it because nature does not hold the imprint of the human species getting back to my point that we are a self-obsessed, narcissistic species?
Look at Madia elegans, look at the trout lily, look at the steer’s head (population just decimated here for “fire safety”), and tell me that these wildflowers are not art. Tell me they are not HISTORY; tell me why it’s ok to so glibly destroy them.
I have been waiting and waiting for either Hillary or Bernie to announce their running mate and though rumor is she was off with her timing, it appears Elizabill Surein is in fact, Bernie Sanders running mate. A female finch of 3.7 years, Elizabill refused to apologize for standing up her possible new boss in what appeared to be near hysteria following her debut.
Mrs. Surein, somewhat preoccupied with three little ones still in the nest (literally), has already made it clear that she will coordinate with Birdie Sanders regarding her priorities but she does insist one of them will be
insuring the rights of birds all over the world to raise their families in safe and secure environments so that they may rise to lofty heights as adults. She is also patently anti-pesticide and feels a world-wide conference should be held regarding bird banding and mist netting. Lifting her tiny bird leg, she pointed out how difficult it was to get a band with “JC451” off her leg. “Eventually it did fall off but we resent being just a number.”
Tweet on the street is Sanders has officially asked Elizabill to join him on the campaign trail. Asked if he can handle the hysteria for his new running mate, Sanders replied, “are you kidding?” Elizabill plans to fly in to join him in between regurgitating with the little ones.
California is confused about its nature, literally.
For a state that over the past decade has repulsed anything with the letters G, O, P in it, it now manages its own nature through a political program set up by George Bush Jr. Perhaps you’ve heard of it and yes, like anything else associated with George Bush Jr’s administration, the name of it is Orwellian. It’s called the “Healthy Forests Restoration Act” implying of course that before the “act” we didn’t have any, healthy forests that is. Other names for it could be, “The Human Arrogance Perpetuation Act” or “The Nature Destruction Act”, “Blame the Biodiversity Act”, “We Won’t Take No Stinkin’ Responsibility for Nothin’ Act”, “Get ‘Cher Hands on Easy Money Act”.
Once in California, there existed an ethic about tearing stuff up. Oh yea, we tear stuff up, but there was a tacit understanding among the citizenry that we tear stuff up judiciously. Instead of letting OHV’s tear up the desert, we ask them to tear up the desert only in certain areas. Logging in CA used to be called, yup, logging and it took place only in certain areas; never in state parks. Pesticides were taboo. In other words, the destruction was kept track of more or less, managed. Nature preserves were nature preserves. Wilderness areas were wilderness areas. State Parks didn’t have “foresters” on staff. Of course, what administration trashed this paradigm? Bush Jr’s.
The Healthy Forest Restoration Act sounds nifty but it doles out money, to the tune of millions, for thinning and brushing projects, ANYWHERE, under the guise of “fire safety” and no piece of land ANYWHERE in California is immune now to being logged, brushed, chained, bombed with pesticides because, of course, it’s for “fire safety”. It’s all for YOUR SAFETY.
Of course, this is complete b.s. Ask me because not only did I clear (along with my neighbors) and we all still lost our HOMES MADE OF WOOD in the 2003 wildfire in San Diego, I hear from hundreds of people who did the same. “We cleared but our house still burned down.” Of course you did and of course IT did. The “Healthy Forests Restoration Act” doesn’t include any incentives/funding for shoring up a HOUSE against a fire, like putting on a fire safe roof, purchase of barricade gels, installation of water tanks for a neighborhood…it only cuts sht down, chains stuff out, sprays pesticides all over…this is all it does. Our houses, made of wood, sitting on steep slopes because they were PERMITTED by the counties (the steep slope ordinances mysteriously discontinued)–naaa, don’t talk about all the hypocrisy–just cut all your trees down.
It’s been danm hard to get used to–the sound of chain saws just about anywhere, the dropping of old oak trees, the decimation of a once thick wildlife- supporting chaparral layers, and everybody’s in on the game. CA State Parks now logs in the state parks, of course for “fire safety”. The truly ecologically pristine places in CA were once held by our state park system but they’re gone. CA Fish and Wildlife now goes in and, yes, destroys excellent fish and wildlife habitat, of course, for our safety. Even the so-called “Sierra Conservancy” is in on the game, getting millions…then up creeps the Biomass Boys who want to build plants all over to burn this evil stuff that was once the home of quail, salamanders, foxes, bobcats, deer, and hundreds of species of birds…the list is far longer than this.
Why? You know why. Because the “Healthy Forest Restoration Act” doles out “grants”–MONEY like candy and if you’re a cash strapped public agency, hell, you’ll chain out some juniper, spray pesticides all over God knows what (they don’t know) if it means a FTE or a few thousand. Policy, ethics? Na.
Today I heard native frogs, thousands of them, in the valley below my house about the same time I watched a flock of hundreds of sandhill cranes fly overhead. “FROGS?” I said to myself. “FROGS?” Frogs mean clean water. Frogs mean no pesticides. Frogs mean a healthy ecosystem. My neighbors aren’t spraying the wetlands I guess this year, not yet, because when they do, the sound of the frogs will end, immediately. The pesticides kill the tadpoles/frogs on contact and who determined this through indisputable research?
We have a new Rachel Carson and his name is Dr. Rick Relyea. See his research at his website:
Like Rachel, he is being attacked by the chemical companies that manufacture these poisons. He deserves our support.
Frogs calling by the thousands didn’t used to be a big deal in California but now that everyone can do anything to the land in the name of making us all “safe”, the sound of frogs calling from a wetland is a thing to stop you in your tracks, unique, precious, and rare. I almost wish they weren’t calling because now all I will do is listen for the day they all die.
But first, let’s back-track just a bit. The human species is the only species aware of its own death throughout its entire life span. (Hope I’m not the first one to tell you this).
How long do we get on earth? Average is about a total of 75 years +-.
Within that 75 years, how much individual freedom do we get (i.e. once we have “grown up” at least physiologically/physically; this is ages 18-75)? Subtract 18 from 75 and this is 57 years. We get roughly 60 years on this planet to do everything we want to do in addition to trying to earn a living to get food and shelter (which is getting harder and harder to do, at least in America, if you are not born rich). 60 years! This is nothin’. Geologically, it really is nothin’.
Awareness of our life span is why we are the way we are, on the far extreme end, narcissists, to the other end, loving providers but no matter how you look at it, we don’t get a lot of “alive” time.
So if we cannot escape awareness of our own deaths, is giving the Darwin Award to the entire human species somehow unfair? We live such a short time, we are in essence FORCED to be selfish and care only about our own existence. Add in our primate biology and state of evolution, and shit, it’s amazing we’re still around at all!
If the human species truly cared about future generations, it would not KNOWINGLY be fucking up the quality of life for future generations and it is. 2015 is warmer than 2014 which was warmer than 2013 which was warmer than 2012…you getting this yet? If this yearly temperature increase of the planet continues, life on earth, including for the human species, will be uninhabitable. The people alive right now are just hoping like hell it gets “uninhabitable” after they have lived out most of their lives or even died. We may be the last generation on earth (defining a generation as 100 years) that lives on an inhabitable earth. All others that follow after us
(50-100 years from now) will be fucked. Who cares.
So the Darwin Award goes to THIS GENERATION of human beings currently alive on the planet that COULD do SOMETHING REALLY BIG about climate change, but of course, they won’t because it isn’t yet affecting THEM badly enough that they give a shit so the narcissistic denial goes on. We don’t REALLY give a shit about future generations because we can’t–so instead of cogito ergo sum, it’s more like quia non videtur esse non possim (because they did not think, I cannot exist).
ERGO, the Darwin Award was always destined for the human species and let me just say, indeed, it is well-deserved! Well done human species! WELL DONE! You can do one thing perfectly! Cause your own species to go extinct! BRAVO!
Dogs. Pound. Show me the ones nobody wants. Contemplate. Consider. Leave. Can’t sleep. Toss. Turn. Go Back. Ask to see the dog and pray like hell it is still there. It is, thank God. Tell them you will take it. Look through the glass and see it scooching’ on its back, hairless, because it has fleas. Watch it cry, paw. Suddenly you want it very bad.
Bring it home. Bathe it. Brush it. Love it. Licks your face. Tells you it’s grateful. You return the sentiment. Now the story can start.
So this beagle I got from the pound I named Theodore was renamed/misspelled Theeadore by my vet. I liked it and so it is. While we never know for sure with pound dogs, he appears to be a “BEANTER”=beagle-pointer. Yea. I know. Holy shit. So I let him. Every day for about an hour, I let him scatter small mammals, namely CA Ground Squirrels, and stop whining about the poor buggers. The dog is incompetent. He hasn’t killed anything. In fact, while Theeadore is in frenzy, barking, howling, being what he is, the ground squirrels run or pop-up ten or so feet away then hang out, watch, take notes, clean their paws, make a few calls, smoke a cigarette…I am glad Theeadore doesn’t comprehend this as this could cause him to feel seriously humiliated, and he is very sensitive.
Per the latest biological science, native ground squirrels are moving into more residential areas, for me, rural residential, and they have parked their prolific hides in the culvert that holds our driveway up. Lots of holes. So Theeadore is permitted to explore this area not to kill anything but to hopefully move the cute little varmints out from under the driveway. He’s been doing this now for a few months. He has never caught a single one and it appears some of them, not all of them, are moving out.
I tie him on a red cheap ass ‘climbing rope’ I got from the hardware store for $2.99 and God help anyone who actually took it for a climbing rope but they’re dead now if they did so no worries on this front. Last week I went to roll up this rope and noted clean little cuts in it (see photo). It’s not humans because the fellow humans I share this driveway with LIKE Theeadore displacing the ground squirrels from our culvert berm that is now full of holes and therefore, destabilized. So who is doing the cutting? By damn if it isn’t the ground squirrels! I saw one of them gnawing away at the rope that until then, I just left out in the yard. (It did not let me take a photo possibly worried about the legal implications.). We all understand that if that rope ever breaks, Theeadore with his giant nose is gone. It’s already happened and he boogied down the canyon. I found him on the road below.
The rope has now been cut in FOUR places.
Do the ground squirrels know what they are doing and why they are doing it? What the hell?
Theeadore doing what he is genetically programmed to do.
Who let the dogs out? A gang of Ca Ground Squirrels also doing what they are genetically programmed to do?!