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How to Shrink the National Debt

Nothing sneaks up on this pair.

Speaking of which, Winter snuck up on us, folks—without much warning, too.  Our four-way irrigation thingy froze this weekend while we were out of town.  Water spewed around the well for three days and two nights. I think there’s some irony here.  What if I told you the seminar’s focus was on energy conservation?

Say this ain’t so, too.  Old news now, but another $140 billion of porky stuff had to be included in that bailout plan before lawmakers could bring themselves to approve it.  Hey, what’s another 100 bill when the National Debt is topping 10 trillion as we speak (10.2 trillion).

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How many billions are there in ten trillion (10,000,000,000,000)?  Sad to say, I think my brain needs more place holders.  Just like the National Debt Clock in New York City, both of us done run out of space.

It’s not my fault. Numbers once reserved for the distance between heavenly bodies are now part of our daily lingo.  I think it’s high time we went to scientific notation.  Follow the link for a refresher course or better yet, here’s a quickie:

To write a number in scientific notation, put a decimal point behind the first digit, drop all those place holding zeroes, count up the dropped amount and put that number up in the air real small behind ‘x ten’.

The National Debt would look like this:  10.2 x 10″   Hmmm, still looks a bit unwieldy.  Maybe we need Astronomical Units.

An Astronomical Unit (AU) is the distance from the Earth’s center to the Sun’s center or 92,955,807 miles.  In other words, just one Astronmical Unit equals 92,955,807. If we divide our National Debt by this number, we should get the debt in Astronomical Units.   Drum roll….the National Debt is 107,578 or let’s just say 108,000 AU.  By the way, don’t try this with your hand-helds or adding machines. I found out the hard way that they don’t go up to ten trillion. (error error error)

Happy to say, at 108,000 AU our National Debt gets us out of the solar system and a bit beyond. From Mercury, it’s less than 1AU to Earth, from Venus a little over 1, and from Mars about 2.5.  Jupiter clocks in around 5 and Saturn a little over 10.  Uranus shoots above 19 with Neptune at 30 and Pluto 31.

No worries. We’ll just go to light-years. One light-year equals 5.88 million million miles or ten trillion kilometers. I’m a kilometer hater, folks, but there it is—the exact number we need, ten trillion.  The National Debt is just a little over one light-year.

I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’m feeling a lot better about a National Debt of only one light-year. Our closest star friend, Proxima Centauri, is 4.3 light-years from the Sun.  The Canis Major dwarf Galaxy is the nearest to our solar system and it’s 25,000 light-years away.  Astronomers who hazard a guess say that the whole universe is a whopping 79 billion light-years across.  I think I’ll stop there.  (a joke)

By the way, folks, one of the things I was supposed to learn at the seminar was how to change my perception.  And judging from this calculated discourse on the National Debt, I do believe that idea took.

Spaceship Visits Mount Shasta

What do those ET's want with our Mount Shasta?

What do those ET's want with our mountain?

What a monster!  My wide-angle lens just couldn’t get wide enough.

This lenticular cloud blew in with last night’s sunset, folks—the biggest one in some time.  If it was a spaceship, we’re all in trouble.

Technically speaking, weather people call these clouds altocumulus standing lenticularis or ACSL.  I can’t figure out why the weather-namers mix an English word with two Latin ones.

Moving on.  Wave clouds form when the wind hits a topographic feature, such as a mountain, and get deflected up and over the peak, thereby creating a gravity wave downwind of the obstruction, i.e. mountain.  The clouds only materialize when sufficient moisture is in the air, but the wave pattern in the atmosphere may still be there.

That’s why you don’t see airplane pilots (unless they’re gliders) buzzing around tall topographic features like mountains.  The downdraft could suck them under.  Here’s the thing, folks, lenticular clouds may look like they’re standing still, but they ain’t.  These clouds are constantly forming in the updraft and dissipating in the downdraft and sometimes contain winds of 50 knots or more.

So let this be a lesson to you. Don’t fly your motorized vehicle near a mountain. If you’re a glider pilot, though, be my guest.

The same combination of winds and updrafts that allows the cloud to form also provides a rapid lift and a long flight in a glider.  Glider pilots spend long hours trying to catch the wave or be the wave.

Red Sky in the Morning…

H~red sky in the morning, sailor take warning~

~ sailor take warning~

Obama’s Dream: Son of a Kenyan Man and Kansas White Woman

Mount Shasta sunrise sans smoke by Chris Tatro (www.sendoutcards.com/site)

Mount Shasta sunrise sans smoke by Chris Tatro (www.sendoutcards.com/site)

Good morning, one and all, from the slopes of Mt Shasta, your friendly, active, neighborhood volcano in Northern California. It is a sendoutcards kind of day: The atmosphere here is crystalline, with an inspiring AQI (Air Quality Index). Let me just say that this is the sky of which dreams are made.

If you’ll bear with me for a bit more politics, compliments of the People’s Daily Online, I would be most honored. Those Asian types may not know their English, but that doesn’t stop them from turning a phrase, not to mention a victorious moment.

The victorious moment of which I’m speaking happened last night at the Democratic National Convertion, where Barack Obama was hailed by many as one of the greatest orators of our time. Even the critical Pat Buchanan, “right from the beginning”, looked shellshocked. This former presidental candidate called Obama’s acceptance speech the best and most important political convention speech he had ever heard, going back 48 years.

You can decide for yourself, though. For Barack Obama’s speech on video along with the complete text, follow this link to The Huffington Post. You can also get the lowdown on McCain’s VP pick( Sarah Palin).

Who is Sarah Palin, you might ask: She’s “the former point guard and captain of the Wasilla (Alaska) High School Warriors who went on to become Miss Wasilla 1984 before working as a local news sports reporter who then served as city councilwoman and mayor of the town of about 9,000 before being elected governor of her home state just two years ago. Here, a look back at the woman who failed to become Miss Alaska, but could be a heartbeat away from being President of the United States of America. ” For more photos….

Enough of this bold nonsence, folks! Back to my favorite no-nonsence Chinese newspaper. As you can see, I am shouting the finale of today’s blog, ’cause I don’t know how to get rid of this bold type. Here, therefore, in the bold italics of their own words is how the People’s Daily decided to play out the closing ceremony of the 2008 Democratic National Convention:

“On Aug. 28, 1963, U.S. civil right activist Martin Luther King Jr. brought Americans into a dreamland with the resounding “I Have A Dream” speech in Washington D.C. As Dr. King foresaw before he was assassinated in 1968, the country now has accepted a person of color to be the presidential nominee. The son of a Kenyan man and Kansas white woman is fighting for his way.

On his journey to the White House, the Illinois senator kept appealing to Americans, in rural cottages or in urban stadiums. It did not take too much time to convince young people inspired by his underdog stories and upbeat speech.

Now, Obama is supposed to become more fearless since Joe Biden joined his fight for the White House.

There could not be a better time for Republicans to flex their muscles in foreign and national security areas.

Despite a national convention that was filled with calls for party unity, it remains an unfinished mission to Obama to woo those voters who used to support Hillary Rodham Clinton but now are considering helping McCain.

And just what pic was chosen by the People’s Daily to represent Obama in his glory moment? Hmmm…Can those foreigners possibly be insinuating that Barack has two sides of his mouth from which to speak? I don’t think they like him much. But you be the judge.

People's Daily: English version---Obama talking out one side of his mouth

Happy tales,

Laura signing off

p.s. Chris Tatro For President!!! A SendOutCard in every mailbox!

Did You Ever Have One of Those Days…

…when everything goes wrong and you want to curl up and die? How much control do we have over each day? —that is the question.

Yesterday was a doozy. The power, as in electrical, personal and corporate, went on the rampage. My body feels slammed, spirit included.

Waves of electrical Surges (compliments of Pacific Power) came and went every two minutes for a couple of hours. Before I could get a handle on what was happening, our garage door had fried its brains out, along with the main computer. To tell the truth, I’m afraid to test anything else.

That was only the beginning, though. Before yesterday was over, corporations got into the power act too: The domain name, talesofsendoutcards, violates company policy, Chris was told. So now I’m trying to get into the swing of transfering all my old posts to a new blog with a new name—talesofsendingcards.com. To tell the truth, I like that name better.

Also on the up side, Chris put out an invitation on elance for ‘tech-heads’ from all over the world to bid on the project. Wow! Ain’t the web grand! Offers are pouring in—from India, Pakistan, Great Britain, Borneo (a Joke).

And the last unpowerful thing that happened yesterday needs a little background to be fully appreciated, so here goes: We are all sensitive, most of us more than we like to admit; but here in the New Age Vortex of Mount Shasta, people pride themselves on their high levels of sensitivity. They go on for hours.

I guess it’s partially true, though: Human Beings are composed of molecules and molecules vibrate to all the different beats of the universe. Heck, we’re mostly water and look what the earth’s gravity does to the ocean.

All of which pulls me to this point: Depending on where you live, your body vibrates differently. For an obvious comparison, there’s the hustle-bustle city life and the quiet country life. Take me, for example: I live in the shadow of an active volcano (Mount Shasta). Click the link and take a 3-D tour. You’ll see how there’s some barely contained stuff happening underground day and night. This movement is definitely different from the dynamic pulsing of the ocean, or the competitive energy of a sparse dessert where all plants and animals vie with each other for water and food.

Now I’m getting bored. To make a long story short…yesterday, I spoke with an energy counselor on the phone for half an hour. Her intention was to travel to the source of all my human weaknesses (a tall order) and make me “stand in my own power”. OK, I admit, I’m not much for New Age metaphors, so maybe that’s why everything kind of backfired on me—instead of standing, I pretty much sat down and stewed in my own powerlessness and that’s where I’ve been ever since.

Mostly I’m angry at myself, but I’m discouraged over what she told me, too. According to this energy person, who shall remain nameless, I’m on the wrong track, with the wrong guy, pursuing the wrong career that’s a total waste of my time.

Unless discouraged is a powerful state, I’m not feeling that powerful, folks; not to mention the fate of my hard drive is still in question. To tell the truth, I’ve been obsessing all morning: Am I on the wrong track? Am I really with the wrong guy. We’ve been together over twenty years. It’s true we’ve had some deep valleys, but the peaks have been good. And besides, the best is yet to come. Isn’t it? At least it is in my opinion—a humble one, I admit from where I’m sitting.

Then I remembered how this past weekend at the sendoutcards convention, Thurl Bailey spoke. For those who don’t know about Thurl, he was a successful NBA Basketball star for many years (7th overall in the Draft). But he started his career with some pretty impressive failures. Thurl Bailey told us a sad story about him as an impressionable adolescent not making the basketball team two years in a row. One coach even told this 6’7″ guy that he should give it up entirely, that he would never would be basketball material. Thurl was devastated but didn’t listen. And the rest is history.

So that’s the only thing I’m trying to do today, folks—keep going in spite of how discouraged I feel. Maybe later I’ll post a proper blog.

Happy tales,

Laura signing off from the vortex

“A vortex is a mass of energy that moves in a rotary or whirling motion, causing a depression or vacuum at the center…. These powerful eddies of pure Earth power manifest as spiral-like coagulations of energy that are either electric, magnetic, or electromagnetic qualities of life force.” Page Bryant, Terravision: A Traveler’s Guide to the Living Planet Earth

Drums Keep Pounding Rhythm to the Brain

Guess who opened the convention?

Everywhere I look these days, there’s a greeting card for the taking and making. Thanks to sendoutcards, I click them into being.

Happy to say, folks, I design my own cards every day and let the Great Printer in Salt Lake do the rest: print, stuff, stamp and mail ‘em. I don’t know how it could get any easier.

Chris and I took some worthy pics for custom sendoutcards at last week’s convention. Five garbage-can drummers opened the show with waves of throbbing sound. I remember being happily blown away and wanting more.

“Stomp”, that buff black dude, was obviously the main man, but I liked the power of their combined sound. it was magic! For a comic effect, they made fun of the skinny white boy (front right) who did a stereotype skinny white-boy dance.

And since we’re on the subject of white boys, Sendoutcards Founder, Kody Bateman, got poo-pooed (a British term) for his attempt to stomp with “Stomp”, the Master, but Kody took it in stride.

Like most conventions, not everything was about the entertainment. Dr. Ivan Misner, Founder and Chairman of BNI, was the key-note speaker on Friday. I had never heard of him or BNI, but It’s only the world’s largest networking organization. Duh! Sometimes I feel a little out of touch out here in the boon-docks, but that’s why there’s BNI. Maybe I’ll join a chapter or start my own.

There’s a lot I could say about Dr. Misner, all good. His achievements are many and still amassing: Ph.D. from the University of Southern California, author of ten books, including a #1 bestseller Masters of Sales and a New York Times bestseller, Truth or Delusion? The guy was humble, though. He said Ph.D. stood for Pile it high and deep.

I like that in a successful human. Ivan Misner got to the convention well before he was scheduled to speak,and Kody Batemans’ wife found him standing in line to buy a ticket. Dr. Misner told us anytime he’s feeling too proud, he just does a book-signing. According to Misner, people scurry around him like he’s the “Timeshare Guy” (a salesman to avoid at any cost). Needless to say, this man was mobbed at the sendoutcards book signing—I bought one of his books but didn’t get it personalized.

Saturday was a bit more subdued, till the closing party, that is. Subdued does not include Sandra Yancey, one of the two speakers. She was a high energy, female sharpie who founded ewomennetwork and wrote Relationship Networking: The Art of Turning Contacts Into Connections. As you might suspect, her main advice was directed at women: Stop doing everything in pairs, surround yourself with positive people and get a life Coach (she has three). Interestingly enough, she said nothing about her book. I thought this was gutsy.

Generally speaking, though, I’m not impressed with authors as a species. Any Tom, Dick or Harriet can write something and call it a book. I’m only impressed with people who can speak their minds and laugh at themselves, and Sandra Yancey can do both.

Speaking of laughing, the convention was about crying, too: Kody told us his story—the one that prompted him to start SendOutCards. I felt like bawling my eyes out. If you’re hungry for a bit of sincerely sad emotion, click on YouTube for a true account of his brother’s untimely passing back in 1989. Right now, I prefer to focus on the closing party.

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The performers in this picture led the way with rousing African beats and gyrations. They passed out several thousand music making devices so that everyone in the audience had at least one—1000 big floor drums provided the main attraction.

Chris and I had such a great time, drumming our hearts out. I almost felt like a Fou Drummer.

Just imagine a couple thousand people beating big African drums, making music with hand-held rhythm instruments and forming the world’s longest conga line, and you’ll get more of the full picture.

Wild at its very best!

Happy Tales,

Laura signing off.

p.s. Chris is always ready to answer any questions you might have about internet businesses and opportunities. I’m always ready to blog.

Beathe Deep, While You Sleep Breathe Deep

Just another orange sunset in Northern California, 7/31/08 sendoutcards.com/site

Just another orange sunset in Northern California, 7/31/08

Hip hip hooray! I’m breathing the sweetest natural perfume in the free world—unlimited internet access suffused with gardenia. My little potted plant just bloomed today. This courageous life form has elected to flower in spite of all the bad air it’s been breathing lately. Speaking of which, our pollution level for Friday morning is under 100! We’ve got a Beijing Blue Sky Day!

Sad to say, the rest of Siskiyou County is not so lucky. Reported levels are choking in at 176 (Yreka) and 179 (Fort Jones), or, well above Chinese safe.

Yesterday, I asked two people in Mount Shasta how they were coping with all the smoke? The first said nothing could be done, so she was ignoring it. The second said toxic vibrations from psychic sources were of more concern.

I figure both of these answers ring true enough. It’s just that on bad air days I have trouble ignoring what I’m breathing or even noticing the vibrations from psychic sources. When the Siskiyou County Air Pollution people advise me to lay low and quit taking deep breaths, I tend to get depressed. That’s why I’ve decided to go on an internet pilgrimage to collect some hope and enlightenment. See what you think:

Blue sky does not mean clean air. Our friends at Greenify Earth (who also like to breathe) define ozone as a colorless gas that can irritate the respiratory tract, produce impaired lung function and cause throat irritation, chest pain, cough, and lung inflammation. They also say that it is the most injurious pollutant to plant life.

Particulate matter, like that caused by wildfires, industrial processes, smelters, automobiles, woodsmoke, construction, road dust, agricultural ground breaking etc., hangs out in the air a long time. It’s the smaller particles that are more hazardous, because they are easily absorbed into the lungs and into the blood stream where they can cause premature death.

In general, though, any form of toxic air pollution damages our natural environment and jeopardizes public health. Air toxins accumulate in the air we breathe and work their way up the food chain, eventually winding up in the food we eat. Eating contaminated food, like fish, and breathing contaminated air from wildfires, traffic, factories and construction, can cause cancer, birth defects and other serious health problems—or, so says The Sierra Club.

After struggling to find something hopeful about this gloomy information, I have arrived at an uplifting thought: At least we have free access to gloomy information. In China, for example, they don’t. And neither do foreign journalists covering the international Olympics. How can the Chinese government be so irreverent when it comes to promises!

Just like its promise to clean up the Olympic air in time for festivities, China had also promised the IOC (International Olympic Committee) to lift its censorship of the internet, or the Great Firewall. But guess what, Folks–they are going back on that promise, too. I know there are those who do not wish to follow links, so I have lifted information about China’s internet ban from the guardian.co.uk.

Journalists at the press centre for the Beijing Olympics.

Journalists at the press centre for the Beijing Olympics. Photograph: Guang Niu/Getty Images

China has reneged on a pledge to provide journalists covering the Beijing Games with unrestricted internet access, Olympic officials have admitted.

Kevan Gosper, a senior member of the International Olympics Committee (IOC) who is overseeing the games, said yesterday that the only uncensored websites journalists at the event would have access to were those related to “Olympic competitions”.

The admission contradicts China’s promise to grant the international media “complete freedom to report” at the games, which it made seven years ago when bidding to host the Olympics.

The blocks on internet sites in the main press centre, which will house about 5,000 journalists, and other Olympic venues will make it difficult to retrieve information, particularly on political and human rights stories the government dislikes. Journalists at the main press centre yesterday found they were unable to access sites such as Amnesty International or any site with Tibet in the URL.

Speaking of Tibet, if you want to get the People’s Republic of China’s perspective, click on the banner across the top of the People’s Daily Online:

Appropriately enough, this link is provided at the top of an article touting their clean air.

And now we have come full circle— back to the subject of “air” and my delicious smelling gardenia! Here is a picture from Wikipedia, large on the page but brave and small against the pollution. I think it will make an inspiring sendoutgreetingcard.

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Laura signing off.

p.s. Information about SendOutCards, along with all the opportunities therein, is one click away. It really is easy to design your own sendoutcard, complete with a personal message.

Our Summer of the Orange Sun

SendOutCards with Chris is a click away. I promise he has all the information about opportunities and more. He can even help you create your own sendoutcard with a personalized greeting.

Speaking of which, greetings from Laura in Mount Shasta. Way way up in Northern California, we know how we feel, but let’s see what the experts are telling us. As of 8:30 A.M., AQI (AIr Quality Index) levels for Siskiyou County are as follows: unhealthy, unhealthy, unhealthy and unreported: Weed 137, Yreka 192, Fort Jones 193 with Happy Camp a blank. Happy Camp (in the midst of many fires) is often not reported. I don’t know if that means the little town has broken its pollution meter or is too busy to bother.

Next we have the statewide fire map. It’s kind of boring, though.

For color, smoke and flames with an interactive punch, I always head for the WunderMap. After moving the satellite across the U.S. to the State of Jefferson, I click on the options: Map, Satellite, Hybrid and Terrain to get a good view of the fires in relation to highways, byways, land formations and cities. All that smoke over our area today looks black and thick, which it is. Chris’s brother flew over Mount Shasta when the smoke was blowing our way and said that’s exactly how everything looked at three thousand feet—horribly horribly black.

I am so grateful that I don’t have to work outdoors. The poor Olympic athletes! Let’s check in on the air they are sucking down their lungs. Our friends at the Wall Street Journal sum everything up quite nicely: China is encouraging the arriving athletes not to believe their own stinging eyes. Here is a strange analogy from Du Shaozhong, the deputy director of the Beijing Municipal Environment Protection Bureau: “It is quite natural,” he told reporters. “For example, when you are taking a bath in the bathroom, you are unable to see the one opposite us. It does not mean there is pollution.”

In other words, soupy skies and stinging eyes are not proof of pollution. The Chinese deputy director goes on to say that we should base our judgments on Chinese collected data, instead of the color of the sky. For some reason (cough cough), there is very little trustworthy data. Could it be that the government has manipulated the sacred data by moving polling stations to less-polluted areas and changing the way it measures pollutants? (cough cough?)

The Chinese officials promised the air would be good way back when they bid for the Olympic Games, but it doesn’t look like they are going to be able to keep their promise. According to BBC weather forecaster Dan Corbett, meteorological patterns in Beijing over the summer are not conducive to dispersing pollution, with high pressure and inversion layers common.

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“It is like taking a pan of soup off the hob. It steams, but put a lid on it and everything just sits under the lid.”

Here’s the thing in a nutshell, Folks: Beijing is used to telling people that gray is blue, but this is not going to work as well as it used to. For the Chinese officials, though, it’s business as usual. I’m wondering if they’ve forgotten about the 20,000 foreign reporters in Beijing, the 11,000 Olympic athletes and their trainers, the million or so attendees, not to mention the gazillions who are watching on tube. How many of these folks can be coerced into saying or believing those blue sky day fairy tales?

It’s true that there is very little independent monitoring of Beijing’s air quality, but the BBC has been conducting air tests with a handheld device over the past three weeks, and so far only six of 21 days have met the World Health Organization’s standard for particulate matter. Where, on where are the test results conducted by the International Olympic Committee? (cough cough cough)

Beijing air quality

Alexander F. Yuan / Associated Pre

Poison Oak and Sumac Stew—that’s what we’re simmering in, Folks

Happy to say, the first annual reunion of the Tatro boys (Chris, Kevin and Scott) was a huge success. Much golf was enjoyed by all. Only one club (Chris’ Taylor-Made driver) sustained lasting injuries (accidental) when it fell out of the bag that fell off the golf cart that Scott was driving. We have enthroned the head on our sacred mantle. The image will make a wonderfully appropriate SendOutCard to commemorate this family event. It’s no trouble. The Great Printer in Salt Lake City does all the work. For more information about SendOutCards, just click for Chris. I’d rather go back to blogging about the reunion.

The only thing that was sorely missing was an environmentally friendly atmosphere—or,in other words, clean air to breathe. Who would have thought that Los Angeles or New York would have been a better destination for breathing purposes than our beloved Mount Shasta? But it was and I was mortified.

Yesterday, the air was finally cleaner, relatively speaking. Before the brothers hopped on their respective planes, they got to see some pseudo-clear daytime views.

Sad to say, though, today we woke up with puffy smoke-eyes. Gray crud was hugging the ground, leaving the sky directly overhead an off-blue. Maybe this is one of those Beijing blue sky days.

Forget Beijing! How are those California wildfires doing? I smell burning trees and plants in my own backyard. There are disturbing reports about the contents of this smoke—how it’s carrying toxins from burning poison oak and sumac.

Now here’s something everyone agrees on: Never burn poison oak or sumac. When inhaled, it can cause skin and respiratory problems. Poisonous resins in smoke-form become airborne, traveling long distances to find residence in the lungs of unsuspecting folks. This is one of the problems of the fire near Happy Camp, California.

Speaking of fires near Happy Camp…we got two relatively new incidents: Panther Fire (two firefighters dead) threatening thirty homes west of Mount Shasta (41.3582 Longitude: -122.347); and Telegraph Fire east of Yosemite, threatening four thousand homes. The latter was started Friday by someone who was target-shooting. Holy Burning Crap!!! What was he using? A flame thrower? A rocket launcher? (Fox news released a picture of the suspects. (Sorry, bad joke)

This next image isn’t a joke. Firefighter Jeremy Ward photographs a helicopter dropping fire retardant on flames of the out-of-control Telegraph Fire. Chronicle photo by Lacy Atkins
Moving on. Chinese officials are still struggling with their blue sky day quotas. According to a Canadian source, globeandmailcom (Jully 29, 2008), the haze in Beijing was so bad yesterday that visibility was reduced to just a few hundred meters. Olympic stadiums were barely visible behind the smog. Here’s a telling video, folks. The very latest reports, however, say there is more hope, as cloud-seeding efforts have paid off with some sky clearing moisture.

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Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups

People with respiratory or heart disease, the elderly and children should limit prolonged exertion.

Where Has All the Water Gone? Long Time Passing………. Long Time Ago

drought image
Ethan Miller/Getty Images
Living with a waning drinking supply has long been a fact of life for many countries. In the Western world, it’s a new, yet serious problem.

I’ve been really harping on our smoky air lately. Now I think I’ll go back to water—for the simple reason that one out of five people on this planet don’t have one drop of clean drinking water. We of the Western World have taken our water for granted, until recently that is. But there’s nothing like watching a bunch of water-grabbing foreigners make deals with small town officials to wake us up a little.

Speaking of water, I got a very timely email from my friend Larry today: “Why Can’t We Manufacture Water?”. In this article, Joshua Clark poses some interesting questions: Water is mostly there for the taking, just hanging out in fluffy accumulations of water vapor (clouds) up in the skies. Why can’t we just harvest our clouds instead of waiting for it to rain? Or better yet, in this day of high tech particle smashing, why can’t we ram two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom together to make some water?

Three reasons: It’s dangerous to fool with Mother Nature; it requires expensive outputs of energy; and, oh yea, did I mention it’s dangerous? To drive these points home, all we have to remember is the Hindenburg Disaster of 1937. No one actually knows the actual cause of this explosion. Most theories are grounded in the extreme volatility of Hydrogen. Life wouldn’t be complete without another viewpoint on the subject, however.

That’s why I’m offering the opinion of hydrogen-lover Greg Vinson—a man who roasts his marshmallows with Hydrogen, a man who is dedicated to debunking the myth of this misplaced element, a man who says Hydrogen is Magic !!! The truth is, Vinson is but one of the many who believes that our most common element (Hydrogen) is the clean replacement answer to fossil fuels. More on this subject at a later date. Right now I’m pursuing the idea of water mining for the masses.

With this in mind, let’s get back to the Hindenburg and Hydrogen. No one argues the fact that one of the side-effects of this explosion was pure, sweet “warm rain” falling down on shocked bystanders. In other words, the ill-fated blimp carried over seven million cubic feet of hydrogen and wound up as half a million liters of water, give or take a couple hundred. This doesn’t sound like much water for my money, though; which brings me to an obvious conclusion: The creation of enough water to make a difference would require a complex, possibly dangerous, large-scale explosion of Hydrogen, much like the Big Bang.

Wait a minute, now. Did I say dangerous again? Isn’t that exactly what the internal combustion engine is all about, folks? Barely controlled, dangerous repeated explosions of gasoline to make your car, truck, motor boat, lawn mower, chain saw, etcetera have a little git up and go? Oh well, no one can deny that yesterday’s ridiculous sounding ideas are today’s widely accepted practices. Perhaps when water becomes scarcer, and multi-national corporations own most of the sources, exploding Hydrogen to make clean water will be just old-hat.

Until that day, what about good old fashioned cloud-seeding? China’s sure having a field day making it rain over their arid crop lands. The fact is, Beijing Weather Controllers plan to blast storm clouds with silver iodides–the idea being to milk them of all their moisture before Olympic Opening Day; that way there will be a perfect blue sky day on 8/8/08, eight being the auspicious number for prosperity in Chinese Numerology.

China had better be careful, though. A ‘hand of god” deluge would not make for an auspicious Olympic memory. The Chinese have more success at all forms of control, but I’m sure they are aware of the British Air Force’s horrendous attempt gone awry. During a secret cloud seeding experiment of 1952, RAF pilots dropped payloads of dry ice, salt and silver iodide into the clouds. The side-effect was a deluge of 90 million tons of water coursing through the village of Lynmouth in just one day. Uprooted trees formed dams; two rivers combined; boulders destroyed buildings and Brits were carried out to sea at the speed of 40 mph. This peculiar man-made disaster was dubbed ‘the hand of God” until 2001, when the BBC uncovered first person accounts from RAF pilots who implemented “Operation Cumulus”. Oh well. No use crying over spilt milk/ water/ hydrogen.. etc..

How about safer methods of making water from thin air?

Happy to say, people are on it, folks! Max Whisson uses the power of the wind to collect water—as much as 2600 gallons per day, the only problem being enough capital to back his project and the need for refrigerant coolant. Jonathan Wright and David Richards have similar ideas, but their windmill uses wind power exclusively.

As kooky as all these methods sound, we still have to do something. There’s not enough clean water to go around and water, like oil, will not last forever. There’s no water hailing from outer space, at least not that I’ve heard of.

Speaking of space. I’m supposed to be using this space to tell you more about SendOutCards: how easy it is, how fun it is, how inexpensive etc. But I’ll just say this––people sure are happy when they get one of my personal sendoutcards, but they are even happier making their own.

Laura, signing off.

p.s. want to see our sunset?