to read what this guy and others like him are talking about, and not come away feeling like you’re watching a movie in which you’re the only person who knows where the boogie man is.

I can’t get my head around why so many of my otherwise smart friends don’t have a handle on Peak Oil and climate change. Or even a sense that it’s a real, physical thing, something they will have to deal with personally. My friend Dan, who I look up to inordinately, last week told me basically “i don’t have time to think about it, so if it happens, I’ll load up my gun and deal then.”  That’s the sentiment of someone who wants to have something strong and forceful to say, but can’t speak the truth, which is they’re going to be caught flatfooted.

We all need to make plans for our future. Starting, oh, NOW.  Last night AG and I decided to do our small part, and ditched plans to buy a Subaru Impreza. Instead, we’re giving the Honda Accord to Jim Mason, to feed into his gasification skunk works, and will buy a Mercedes to run on biodiesel.  A small step, but perhaps enough to stave off sleeplessness as I watch our little girl sleep.