What action, by whom, Alex does not get that far in his analysis. Maybe he does and nobody heard on account of the laughter drowning out his recommendations. Who knows? He plans to observe changes for himself out there on the iceberg.
Alex, volcano in Iceland is erupting, you might want to monitor that change. Gouges are opening up in Mexico, you might want to monitor that change. The sun is changing, that sure needs monitoring. The Earth's magnetic fields are changing alarmingly, you'll certainly want to monitor that.
Asked what he intends to do for the whole year Alex replied, "Well, I'm a wanker, what do you expect?"
I might have made up that last part.
Actually, I made up most of it.
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Last night's episode of Star Trek TOS was the one where Kirk and Spock have to get zenite from some planet to stop a plague on some other planet but there's the Stratos/Trog political divide to be negotiated.
Not too subtle. William Shatner gets to do his thing. Pin a hot chick to the bed and climb on top. Act out-of-character irrational (magic!) and duke it out with a father figure.
Not the best episode, to say the least but watchable. And it is, after all, nothing more than entertainment, it's worth mentioning.
No climate change in it, so far as I could tell. But the agent of social and political repression was an invisible, odorless gas so there was an environmentalist aspect mixed in there.
The Enterprise having put things right in the last seven minutes, future developments would have to be monitored, I should imagine.
Wonder if he has a *PLAN B* for when a hungry Polar Bear swims by and crawls up looking for food, lol. FOOL! (h/t Mr T)
Ice melts. Ice reforms.
btw- Did this guy fly on a global warming CO2 emitting commercial aircraft to get there? Shame on him!
Take a canoe or sftu.
Does anybody really wonder or care what happens? I already know the whole story. Unless there is some tragedy, nobody cares, so lets wish him an interesting time.
This is like "Grizzly Man" with ice instead of bears.
A year-long preaching selfie.
I can already hear the Werner Herzog narration subtly mocking and pitying him.
Pogo, Great comment. If someone does not understand narcissism they simply need to watch Grizzly Man..or read TOP.
How much do some environmentalists have in common with ISIS?
Is that too harsh?
Connecting the wrong dots?
Did he use a Sharpie to write "Don't" and "Shoot" on his palms before raising his hands and flying to his Fortress of Solitude?
Do the polar bears care?
I sense this whole climate change scare due to anthropomorphic CO2 greenhouse gas emissions is extremely unsettling anti-3rd world growth attitude.
I was looking at a town in Mexico via Google Earth, going up and down the streets. It was a town some scientist is from and I became interested in what the place looks like.
I was struck my the homogeneity of the place. The industry apparent. The apparent absence of a significant middle class. A town of business owners and poor workers, and cars.
Cars, cars, cars. All through a very poor town. With some large industry.
And then I thought, man, all those poor people with little cars. That has got to alarm American elites seeing all those poor people with cars all over the world, poor people crawling over the place burning up fuel in their cars. It must scare the living poop out of them. I totally felt it, felt the alarm of a world of poor people rising. I channeled elitist alarm for a moment, lived in it for a minute, and it aint pretty. I am convinced now that is the heart of it.
After delivering an anti-humanist alarmist soliloquy In the very next breath they will cheerfully tell you of the two major cities they own their two chief homes, flying back and forth between as with seasons. Because it's just so natural to have one home in Montreal and another in Connecticut and spend your time elsewhere for interest and for fun.
Aren't I interesting, I am supposed to think.
The reception yesterday reminded me of such.
I can always tell who was born into big fat bucks and who attained it by obsession in the way they speak to me, by the questions they ask of me, by the stories they tell. One gentleman I know of immeasurable wealth spoke of a 3-legged dog that scared the piss out of him in his childhood by barking madly every time he walked by that house every day. While another speaks of vacations, houses, and specific airline company and model of of jet flown from there to here.
(I also learned where one of my paintings ended up. Who owns it and where they live presently. My babies! It actually made me happy to know. Strange. I didn't think I cared until then. )
I also learned how little people know about plants. I don't think I'm particularly knowledgeable but the people around me know even less. The place is loaded with large potted arrangements. They are everywhere. Along with unusual plants you do see the same plants over and over and over presented in differing ways, growing more and less successfully in different spots under differing conditions, variations of species of basically the same things mixed variously. I'd say, "Did you notice the eggplant in that mixed pot over there?"
"Where?"
"There. The large dark bollox hanging down. He included it for its foliage but now it is bearing"
"Oh! For Christ's sake. I did not see that."
"Do you see the chiles in there?"
"No. Where?"
"Did you notice the strawberries? Here, have one." *pick*
"Ill be damned."
"This purple leaf vine is actually a sweet potato."
"You're shitting me."
"Truefax. The green foliage in that pot is sweet potato too. Different leaf color, same family, Convolvulaceae, not Solanaceae as regular potato."
A group of men and women were admiring a huge tall glorious Campsis grandifloura in an adjoining property. One person mentioned they should get such a plant because it is spectacular.
I said, "It's a Chinese trumpet creeper, an invasive species. Notice it killed the tree that it used as armature to climb up."
"You mean those sticks are not part of the plant?"
'No. That is the original tree the vine climbed up and strangled and killed. Worse it sends out runners underneath the soil that pop up all over the place. They're proper bastards to contain. In a pot not so bad, in a yard they're terrible."
"Gosh, now that I see it, I'll never look at those again the same way."
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