New Blog

I’ve started a new blog, Arctic Oil. I’ve moved most of the oil-related posts over to it already, and will move the rest of them as time allows.  This blog will stay up for non-oil related material, rants, and curmudgeonly ramblings.

More Channels – Still A Wasteland

The only way to get decent internet here is via cable broadband, and the only way to get that is by paying through the nose for a “package” of services (like cable TV) that I generally don’t use or want. The “package” rules are that the more bandwidth and usage you want, the more cable television channels you have to pay for (forget unlimited usage, that doesn’t exist here).  So I now have something approaching 100 channels on the TV simply in order to get decent broadband service.

Edward R. Morrow warned that television would become a vast wasteland, and I came across a quote that sums up my experience with cable TV.  In 1961 the Federal Communications Commission Chair Newton Minow addressed the annual convention of the National Association of Broadcasters.

I invite each of you to sit down in front of your television set when your station goes on the air and stay there, for a day, without a book, without a magazine, without a newspaper, without a profit and loss sheet or a rating book to distract you. Keep your eyes glued to that set until the station signs off. I can assure you that what you will observe is a vast wasteland.

You will see a procession of game shows, formula comedies about totally unbelievable families, blood and thunder, mayhem, violence, sadism, murder, western bad men, western good men, private eyes, gangsters, more violence, and cartoons. And endlessly commercials—many screaming, cajoling, and offending. And most of all, boredom. True, you’ll see a few things you will enjoy. But they will be very, very few. And if you think I exaggerate, I only ask you to try it.

Nearly 50 years later that statement still holds true.

Volcano Produces Blue Skies Over Europe

I was reading the local newspaper this morning and saw an AP article explaining how the reduction in flights over Europe because of the Eyjafjallajoekull volcano in Iceland has led to the bluest skies in recent history.  Evidently there are enough jet planes flying at high altitudes over Europe most days that there is a constant smog layer in the atmosphere from jet exhaust and contrails.

The “Information Is Beautiful” blog has an interesting infographic on the same subject:

If an idiot speaks and no one listens, is he still an idiot?

During the debate on the health care reform legislation, the party of “just say no” focused some of their negativism on Rep. Bart Stupak, whose switch from “no” to “yes” after President Obama promised an executive order prohibiting federal funds being spent on abortions gave the Democrats enough votes to pass the legislation.   At one point during Stupak’s floor speech, one member (presumably Republican, but not confirmed) shouted “Babykiller”.  The presiding speaker, Rep. Dave Obey, has said that he saw who shouted it but preferred not to snitch.  “Members have a right to make an idiot of themselves once without being identified,” he said.

Putting aside the fact that there is a direct correlation between increased health care availability and reduced abortion rates, Rep. Obey presumes a couple illogical points:

• A person has a right to be an idiot.
• Being an idiot is a self-reported state.

People do not have a “right” to be an idiot, no more than they have a “right” to exceed the speed limit if they are late for a meeting or to shout “Fire!” in a public building.  To be an idiot is to act outside of commonly acceptable behavior.

I doubt that very many people would willingly identify  themselves as an idiot.  Idiocy is conferred upon a person by others.  It is a classification based upon societal norms, conferred upon someone by others.  A person is only an idiot if they are identified as such by others.

A better response would have been to say “Members have a right to be ignorant in their own minds and, for purposes of decorum it is best not to identify such people.”

Short Healthcare Rant

Everybody’s ranting for one side or another on the current U.S. health care debate, so I might as well add my fuel to the flames.  After listening to a wide range of opinions, from single-payer systems to death squads, I have the following observation.

We, as a society, acting through our elected representatives, have determined that universal access to electricity is in the best interest of the country.  So in 1935 Congress passed the Rural Electrification Act to subsidize universal access to electricity among the rural and poor areas of the country.  We still have subsidized loan programs and grants for electrical infrastructure in rural areas.

We have determined that universal access to basic telephone service is an essential need of all Americans.  Our elected representatives passed the Telecommunications Acts of 1934 and 1996 to subsidize phone service to acheive that end.  We all pay $4-$5 per month on our phone bills to support basic telephone service for all households and schools.  We, as a society, have determined that it is in everyone’s best interest that poor folks can dial 911, and we, as a society, pay a monthly fee to subsidize universal access.

We have even determined that universal access to basic cable television is an essential need of all Americans that is worth subsidizing at the federal level.  And in 2007 Senator Ted Stevens sponsored the Universal Service for Americans Act that would have subsidized broadband internet to acheive near-universal access.

But many people, and their elected representatives, do not consider universal access to basic health care as an essential need of all Americans.

What does it say about us, that we value universal access to Fox News and broadband internet porn as more important than universal access to basic health care?

The Angler Chants

Upon a rock-strewn western strand
Storm-driven waves thunder in
Rhythmic crashing I count the series
Three small, one large, the twelfth the largest
The fog begins to form.

Far east a dark hatted wheelchair
Claims arcane control of the winds
Chimeric chants, undisclosed locations
Connect secret dots, read foreign entrails
The fog sweeps in.

Pour water down a chained man’s throat till death’s smell starts
Chant three times, talk in circles, claim circumspect
A mumbled rendition
The storm will soon abate
The fog thickens.

Farther east, storm tossed on a raging sea
A father’s son slept on a boat
Woken by fearful fishermen, spoke
“Be still” and laid back down
The seas calmed.

The wind shifts, the mists recede, the seas calm
The dark hat tosses bones, chants three times thrice again
The angler summons, opaque shadows coalesce
I count the receding waves
The clouds gather for the next storm.

Photo for Friday

Kayaking through the ice fog in front of Taku Glacier on the Taku River.

Poetry for Thursday

W.B. Yeats, promoting the quiet contemplation needed for the spark of genius.

Long-Legged Fly

That civilization may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
Where the maps are spread,
His eyes fixed upon nothing,
A hand under his head.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.)

That the topless towers be burnt
And men recall that face,
Move most gently if move you must
In this lonely place.
She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.)

That girls at puberty may find
The first Adam in their thought,
Shut the door of the Pope’s chapel,
Keep those children out.
There on that scaffolding reclines
Michael Angelo.
With no more sound than the mice make
His hand moves to and fro.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His mind moves upon silence.)

W.B. Yeats

Basho Haiku

The household events of last night and this morning prompted memories of Basho.

mewing, bedroom’s
touched by moonlight.

Spring rain –
under trees
a crystal stream

Spring

Spring is coming.  Out for my morning walk, I heard the first varied thrush of the year.  The breeze is warmer, with every day above freezing.  The days are noticeably longer, and the sun actually feels warm to these old bones.  The buds on the alders are beginning to swell.