Oil prices began a moderate retreat as the discovery of undetermined amounts of natural gases in the south polar region of the moon. No timeline has been given for further exploration.
It was an unexpected find when a probe named Huygens parachuted from the parent spacecraft Cassini to investigate what had appeared to be hundreds of dark, lake-like features. In the joint venture of NASA, the European Space Agency and the Italian Space Agency, the success of the launch included proof that, other than Earth, there is now at least one celestial body in the Solar System that has liquid on its surface. The total cost of the mission is over $3B.
The body of liquid is about 7,800 square miles, slightly larger than Lake Ontario. Other dark areas on the surface have the same appearance but remain unconfirmed as other lakes of ethane, a liquid solution of methane, other hydrocarbons and nitrogen. The find substantiates scientific belief that clouds of methane exist in the moon’s atmosphere.
Ethane derivatives are rather diverse in their applications and could ease the energy squeeze of developing countries. A process called “cracking” incorporates a procedure that breaks down the molecule weight to produce “light hydrocarbons”. The resultant product is dependent on the temperature (750 to 950 degrees) and various catalysts.
One of the chemical byproducts produced is ethylene, which is used in a wide range of consumer products.
By nature, ethylene is produced by climacteric fruits, such as bananas, pears and tomatoes, to speed up ripening. That’s why some fruits ripen quicker in a plastic bag. Commercially, small amounts of ethylene are added to agriculture products to speed up ripening. It is also used to induce flowering but lessens the life of flower arrangements as it depletes the oxygen level.
Other commercial use is extensive: wires, insulation, automotive, carpets, flame-retardants, fertilizers, pesticides, etc. And plastics: shopping bags, plastic jugs and all those other consumer throwaway containers. Think of all those Made in China products.
It is also used in the process of producing gasoline, jet fuel, diesel fuel and ethanol.
Actually, this monumental discovery has nothing to do with Earth’s Moon but about obtaining scientific knowledge about the Solar System. The spacecraft Cassini was launched Oct 15 1997 then did two flybys of Venus before getting a gravitational boost as it passed by Earth on Aug 18, 1999. On Dec 20, 2003, the most detailed pictures to date of Jupiter were transmitted back to Earth as it gathered other scientific data.
Just imagine spacecraft Cassini cruising between the outer rings of F & G as it became the first spacecraft to reach orbit around Saturn on July 1, 2004. The probe Huygen was released Dec 25, 2004, and reached the surface of Titan on Jan 14, 2005. Titan is one of 60 known moons, of which only 52 have been named, and the brightest with a size consistent with small planets like Mercury.
So, none of the world’s ever-increasing energy needs can’t be solved with a commodity over 600 million miles out in space and, however extensive the volumes of ethane and other natural gases may be on Titan, it won’t help resolve any portion of our energy needs anytime in the foreseeable future.
Crude oil investors, and all those other opportunists of making an easy buck at the expense of Earth and its inhabitants, can add that bit of trivia to further justify their politic solution (excuse) of oil drilling in the Gulf of Mexico.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Hotter Than Hell In July
Growing up in rural Michigan in the 60’s, when life was easier and amenities were simple, parks and recreation areas were more of a pleasure than they are today. The summer could be hot and sweltering and, believe me the humidity and the barometric pressure weighed a lot heavier on people than Florida during hurricane season.
Mosquitoes swarmed in the multitudes, attracted by human sweat with the sweet reward of blood beneath a soft layer of flesh; they had their own straws. It wasn’t much of a triumph when you might catch one of those critters before they took flight and squish their bodies to lighten the load and end their lives. And yet, you still itch and scratch for hours, if not for a couple days.
Once school let out in early June, the Great Lakes State had plenty of smaller bodies of cool, fresh water to ease what otherwise might be a less than eventful day. The first big holiday where everyone had the day off was July 4th – this goes back to the days when stores would open as the late-morning church services were coming to an “Amen”.
It wasn’t a short ride from home, but you had to go through Hell to get to Silver Lake. The State Park was vast and well kept with some of the first trails I walked along with my childhood friend, Chucky. It was a favorite spot for the general area of central Lower Peninsula. It was s feast of chicken and burgers and homemade goodies such as baked beans, potato and macaroni salads. Of course, there were also chips, pop and a variety of desserts.
To accommodate the necessary picnic tables and grills for a group of a couple dozen of friends, there would have to be one or two early-birds in your party willing to wake well before sunrise to park their vehicles for a couple hours before the parking lot was open. As they waited, they would walk to lay claim to a chosen area that might offer some shade as the day progressively heated.
With five kids and the chores of a farm to attend to, our family arrived shortly after sunrise with Dad at the wheel, inching slowly to a parking spot of his own.
The rest of the day was mixed with eating, swimming (“You have to wait an hour before you can go back in the water!”), sunbathing and, for the adults, imbibing when it was still allowed. By the end of the day, sunburn was a memory that would last for nearly a week as the discomfort and redness eventually faded and the skin peeled. Suntan lotion hadn’t yet been given SPF values.
Just after dusk the celebration of the anniversary of the birth of these United States of America filled the sky with fireworks. As a kid, you swore that no other display was as grand as the one you were witnessing.
Hell, Michigan, was the gateway to that first holiday of the summer. Really, there was no finer day of the year. Sure, Christmas Day had its place high among other holidays but that day in early July laid the groundwork of memories for the summer vacation from school.
Of course, Silver Lake itself was just as hot as Hell in the summertime but there other locations around the world that better mirrors the fire and brimstone of the truly damned. Take for instance the daily newspaper and the page that gives global weather/temperature data. Check it out - the hottest place on Earth is in the hell hole where our troops are - Baghdad.
Mosquitoes swarmed in the multitudes, attracted by human sweat with the sweet reward of blood beneath a soft layer of flesh; they had their own straws. It wasn’t much of a triumph when you might catch one of those critters before they took flight and squish their bodies to lighten the load and end their lives. And yet, you still itch and scratch for hours, if not for a couple days.
Once school let out in early June, the Great Lakes State had plenty of smaller bodies of cool, fresh water to ease what otherwise might be a less than eventful day. The first big holiday where everyone had the day off was July 4th – this goes back to the days when stores would open as the late-morning church services were coming to an “Amen”.
It wasn’t a short ride from home, but you had to go through Hell to get to Silver Lake. The State Park was vast and well kept with some of the first trails I walked along with my childhood friend, Chucky. It was a favorite spot for the general area of central Lower Peninsula. It was s feast of chicken and burgers and homemade goodies such as baked beans, potato and macaroni salads. Of course, there were also chips, pop and a variety of desserts.
To accommodate the necessary picnic tables and grills for a group of a couple dozen of friends, there would have to be one or two early-birds in your party willing to wake well before sunrise to park their vehicles for a couple hours before the parking lot was open. As they waited, they would walk to lay claim to a chosen area that might offer some shade as the day progressively heated.
With five kids and the chores of a farm to attend to, our family arrived shortly after sunrise with Dad at the wheel, inching slowly to a parking spot of his own.
The rest of the day was mixed with eating, swimming (“You have to wait an hour before you can go back in the water!”), sunbathing and, for the adults, imbibing when it was still allowed. By the end of the day, sunburn was a memory that would last for nearly a week as the discomfort and redness eventually faded and the skin peeled. Suntan lotion hadn’t yet been given SPF values.
Just after dusk the celebration of the anniversary of the birth of these United States of America filled the sky with fireworks. As a kid, you swore that no other display was as grand as the one you were witnessing.
Hell, Michigan, was the gateway to that first holiday of the summer. Really, there was no finer day of the year. Sure, Christmas Day had its place high among other holidays but that day in early July laid the groundwork of memories for the summer vacation from school.
Of course, Silver Lake itself was just as hot as Hell in the summertime but there other locations around the world that better mirrors the fire and brimstone of the truly damned. Take for instance the daily newspaper and the page that gives global weather/temperature data. Check it out - the hottest place on Earth is in the hell hole where our troops are - Baghdad.
Monday, June 30, 2008
The Sticker Price of Ethanol
A few weeks ago, when a little orange bar on the dashboard of my truck warned me that if I didn’t satisfy its need for the elixir that gives it energy to keep me from being stranded, I stopped at a gas station along US-19.
It wasn’t the sticker price that made me do a double take – by then there was an assumption that it would be, and was, a few pennies more than the day before, a fact that I had become accustomed to as the forever-increasing cost of a fill-up dug a little deeper in the funds available from a wallet-sized debit card.
I was concerned about the sticker prominently displayed on the gas pump that informed me an additive was now a part of the mixture that keeps my truck motoring. I had no choice but to accept what is, in my opinion, a ten percent disillusionment that ethanol might help save the planet from the affects of all the nasty residues that our civilization has accumulated over the past century.
As our country became industrialized, and the billows of smoke rose from the stacks of factories, the harmful gases of fossil fuels filled the skies and acted as a smoke-screen to what would eventually be realized as poisons to planet Earth.
I did double take at the sticker that had a permanent look about it. A frown and a little shake of the head wouldn’t take away the concern I felt for what was glaring at me in the eyes. I had little choice but to fill ‘er up or before long I’d be stranded.
The media has told me repeatedly that an ethanol level of 10% ethanol wouldn’t have an effect on engine performance but with somewhat fewer miles per gallon. I seldom imbibe these days but I felt a little woozy at the thought of what the side affects will be for a misbegotten attempt to right the wrongs of uncontrolled carbon footprints into the atmosphere. I had a sense of malnutrition. I heard a growling sound but to this day I don’t know if was my stomach or a guttural sound from the depth of my lungs.
I know full well the need to rid us of foreign oil dependence. I also acknowledge an immediate obligation to contain the emission of green house gases. But there has to be a better way to accomplish this goal without adding to the pangs of world hunger. Diverting corn from the mouths and stomachs of people has become a major problem, creating a health risk for millions upon millions of those in third world countries.
Nearly everything we consume with our daily bread hits our pocketbooks right where it hurts: having to divert any of our earnings from the consumption of discretionary spending, most prominent being high tech electronics. This is not good for capitalism; it narrows the scope of profitable businesses and harms the growth of the economy.
Right now, thanks in part to Al Gore and his inconvenient solution to global air pollution, we’re addressing the carbon footprint of man without consideration of our fellow inhabitants of the planet.
Diverting grain products from the mouths of the hungry is misplaced because lobbyists and a Congress willing to supplement the profits of mega-farmers intensifies the ill affects of a hasty solution. Higher food prices are already giving them hedge funds with profits detrimental to the rest of us. Small, family owned farmers don’t reap the same benefits.
Rather than giving consideration to mega-farmers, these misspent moneys would be better given to areas in need of assistance due to natural disasters. The best example is the recent floods in Missouri. These areas won’t recovery from the loss of crops, and livelihoods, without emergency funding from the federal government.
Fertilizers laced with phosphates have their own side affects with poisons that make rivers, lakes and even larger bodies of water uninhabitable to every form of freshwater and sea life. Woops! There goes another food source!
Politicians are eager to get on bandwagons to appease the electorate but their loads are marching bands supporting another term in office. Their wagons need to be filled with life’s grains of plenty.
Yes, steps must be taken to greatly reduce greenhouse gas emissions but until there is committed dialogue on solutions to save planet Earth from the ravages of mankind, and when food is again bountiful, the sound of growling will continue to fill the air. I won’t know for sure if it’s coming from me or from the empty mouths of the hungry.
It wasn’t the sticker price that made me do a double take – by then there was an assumption that it would be, and was, a few pennies more than the day before, a fact that I had become accustomed to as the forever-increasing cost of a fill-up dug a little deeper in the funds available from a wallet-sized debit card.
I was concerned about the sticker prominently displayed on the gas pump that informed me an additive was now a part of the mixture that keeps my truck motoring. I had no choice but to accept what is, in my opinion, a ten percent disillusionment that ethanol might help save the planet from the affects of all the nasty residues that our civilization has accumulated over the past century.
As our country became industrialized, and the billows of smoke rose from the stacks of factories, the harmful gases of fossil fuels filled the skies and acted as a smoke-screen to what would eventually be realized as poisons to planet Earth.
I did double take at the sticker that had a permanent look about it. A frown and a little shake of the head wouldn’t take away the concern I felt for what was glaring at me in the eyes. I had little choice but to fill ‘er up or before long I’d be stranded.
The media has told me repeatedly that an ethanol level of 10% ethanol wouldn’t have an effect on engine performance but with somewhat fewer miles per gallon. I seldom imbibe these days but I felt a little woozy at the thought of what the side affects will be for a misbegotten attempt to right the wrongs of uncontrolled carbon footprints into the atmosphere. I had a sense of malnutrition. I heard a growling sound but to this day I don’t know if was my stomach or a guttural sound from the depth of my lungs.
I know full well the need to rid us of foreign oil dependence. I also acknowledge an immediate obligation to contain the emission of green house gases. But there has to be a better way to accomplish this goal without adding to the pangs of world hunger. Diverting corn from the mouths and stomachs of people has become a major problem, creating a health risk for millions upon millions of those in third world countries.
Nearly everything we consume with our daily bread hits our pocketbooks right where it hurts: having to divert any of our earnings from the consumption of discretionary spending, most prominent being high tech electronics. This is not good for capitalism; it narrows the scope of profitable businesses and harms the growth of the economy.
Right now, thanks in part to Al Gore and his inconvenient solution to global air pollution, we’re addressing the carbon footprint of man without consideration of our fellow inhabitants of the planet.
Diverting grain products from the mouths of the hungry is misplaced because lobbyists and a Congress willing to supplement the profits of mega-farmers intensifies the ill affects of a hasty solution. Higher food prices are already giving them hedge funds with profits detrimental to the rest of us. Small, family owned farmers don’t reap the same benefits.
Rather than giving consideration to mega-farmers, these misspent moneys would be better given to areas in need of assistance due to natural disasters. The best example is the recent floods in Missouri. These areas won’t recovery from the loss of crops, and livelihoods, without emergency funding from the federal government.
Fertilizers laced with phosphates have their own side affects with poisons that make rivers, lakes and even larger bodies of water uninhabitable to every form of freshwater and sea life. Woops! There goes another food source!
Politicians are eager to get on bandwagons to appease the electorate but their loads are marching bands supporting another term in office. Their wagons need to be filled with life’s grains of plenty.
Yes, steps must be taken to greatly reduce greenhouse gas emissions but until there is committed dialogue on solutions to save planet Earth from the ravages of mankind, and when food is again bountiful, the sound of growling will continue to fill the air. I won’t know for sure if it’s coming from me or from the empty mouths of the hungry.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
An Assimilation of Prosperity
A stimulant is meant to temporarily boost the activity of an organism. Hypothetically, the heart of government stimulus payments is going to give the American economy a booster shot.
President Bush hopes to spur consumer spending, an attempt that some view as a misbegotten idea sure to come short of what's needed to get the economy on the road to recovery. The formula that the government uses to give validity to a recession is more lenient than what is on the minds of most consumers. Recovery has little relevance to the pocketbooks of cash-strapped Americans.
The sad reality of the payments is that they are actually more like a loan, the repayment of which will be added to other debts placed upon the next generation, possibly two. Those of us in our 50s or older will be less affected, or so we think. But our futures will most likely provide less security as the social costs of Medicare bring higher deductibles and reduced benefits.
Very few are immune from this Administration’s relentless spending of money that just isn’t there. Corporate elitists are the exception. They too will get their share of stimulus dollars, however reduced with a formula that lessens the amount for those making over $75,000, but to them it amounts to pocket change, a dime in their pockets compared to emergency funds as viewed by most of us.
Some people are disappointed in the payment schedule. Payments began May 2nd with electronic deposits. People relying on postal delivery for the legal size envelope with a government-issued check are most likely those without bank accounts, living week-by-week or day-by-day with limited funds. Many will have to hang in there until the final batch of play dough is mailed on July 11th. We’re half way there.
It’s not likely that lower income citizens will spend their dollars as the government intends. Mortgage payments, car loans, outstanding credit card balances and medical expenses will be primary concerns to many people. Food and gas might take precedence above all else. You have to eat; you must get to work. Spending money on luxury items will be less common.
Sunday newspapers will continue to offer deals with pages of glossy inserts offering a myriad of enticements to tempt consumers
The government cringes at the word “savings” but people are beginning to realize that having cash reserves is a means to ward off future economically challenging times. Years of false security and promises of ever-increasing buying power have come to an end. Frivolous spending has helped damage the economy. Living on borrowed money has to stop.
When analysts suggest dwindling home values are a natural order to bring pricing to realistic figures, it also points to a change of consumer habits whereby discretionary spending may come to a dribble. This will be devastating to an already gloomy economy but it may be necessary to bring America down from its high-hat altitude.
For years, consumers have accommodated corporations and their executives with mounting fortunes. A 360 is in order. Their profit margins will have to right size the economy. Many sustain their profits by reducing their workforce. Wall Street has a history of going goo-goo every time layoffs are announced, ignoring the affects of declining wages and unemployment. Us poor folks can no longer fill the corporate feedbag.
Whichever way you look at it, bailouts by the federal government are poor business practices. Ultimately, it is put on the economic shoulders of every taxpayer; many are spent-out. This land of milk and honey is turning sour; the hive is near empty. For the past three decades, we have been led to believe the trickle down effect from corporate successes will bring us all prosperity. The tide has turned and the lost earnings of the millions of American jobs shipped overseas are biting these businesses where it hurts in the end: sustainable profits.
Perhaps the best any of us can do with our stimulus dollars will be to give a little boost to
local businesses where friends and relatives are employed. Otherwise, those loved ones may find themselves in the ranks of the unemployed.
Whatever you do with your stimulus payments, it will be an assimilation of prosperity. The real thing may be a long time in coming.
President Bush hopes to spur consumer spending, an attempt that some view as a misbegotten idea sure to come short of what's needed to get the economy on the road to recovery. The formula that the government uses to give validity to a recession is more lenient than what is on the minds of most consumers. Recovery has little relevance to the pocketbooks of cash-strapped Americans.
The sad reality of the payments is that they are actually more like a loan, the repayment of which will be added to other debts placed upon the next generation, possibly two. Those of us in our 50s or older will be less affected, or so we think. But our futures will most likely provide less security as the social costs of Medicare bring higher deductibles and reduced benefits.
Very few are immune from this Administration’s relentless spending of money that just isn’t there. Corporate elitists are the exception. They too will get their share of stimulus dollars, however reduced with a formula that lessens the amount for those making over $75,000, but to them it amounts to pocket change, a dime in their pockets compared to emergency funds as viewed by most of us.
Some people are disappointed in the payment schedule. Payments began May 2nd with electronic deposits. People relying on postal delivery for the legal size envelope with a government-issued check are most likely those without bank accounts, living week-by-week or day-by-day with limited funds. Many will have to hang in there until the final batch of play dough is mailed on July 11th. We’re half way there.
It’s not likely that lower income citizens will spend their dollars as the government intends. Mortgage payments, car loans, outstanding credit card balances and medical expenses will be primary concerns to many people. Food and gas might take precedence above all else. You have to eat; you must get to work. Spending money on luxury items will be less common.
Sunday newspapers will continue to offer deals with pages of glossy inserts offering a myriad of enticements to tempt consumers
The government cringes at the word “savings” but people are beginning to realize that having cash reserves is a means to ward off future economically challenging times. Years of false security and promises of ever-increasing buying power have come to an end. Frivolous spending has helped damage the economy. Living on borrowed money has to stop.
When analysts suggest dwindling home values are a natural order to bring pricing to realistic figures, it also points to a change of consumer habits whereby discretionary spending may come to a dribble. This will be devastating to an already gloomy economy but it may be necessary to bring America down from its high-hat altitude.
For years, consumers have accommodated corporations and their executives with mounting fortunes. A 360 is in order. Their profit margins will have to right size the economy. Many sustain their profits by reducing their workforce. Wall Street has a history of going goo-goo every time layoffs are announced, ignoring the affects of declining wages and unemployment. Us poor folks can no longer fill the corporate feedbag.
Whichever way you look at it, bailouts by the federal government are poor business practices. Ultimately, it is put on the economic shoulders of every taxpayer; many are spent-out. This land of milk and honey is turning sour; the hive is near empty. For the past three decades, we have been led to believe the trickle down effect from corporate successes will bring us all prosperity. The tide has turned and the lost earnings of the millions of American jobs shipped overseas are biting these businesses where it hurts in the end: sustainable profits.
Perhaps the best any of us can do with our stimulus dollars will be to give a little boost to
local businesses where friends and relatives are employed. Otherwise, those loved ones may find themselves in the ranks of the unemployed.
Whatever you do with your stimulus payments, it will be an assimilation of prosperity. The real thing may be a long time in coming.
Honey Dippin'
Living in Spring Hill FL has given me some very uncommon experiences. For one, having a garbage disposal has been a convenience throughout my adult life but having my very own underground cesspool is very unique. Adapting to the dos and don’ts of a septic tank has been a slow process.
Most notably, bones, shellfish casings, eggshells, glass, plastics and greases are among the obvious items to avoid. Fibrous foods, such as celery, cornhusks and potato skins, should also be avoided; they’re not easily broken down. Pieces of cut citrus peels are suggested to sweeten the disposal drain and, if frozen, help clean the unit of food buildup.
Toxic household cleaners will eventually seep into the soil, on it’s way to underground water supplies.
Simply put, the only items intended for the septic tank are water, human waste and “septic safe” bathroom tissue. Following that simple rule can save the expense of contacting a place of business that uses a hose called a “honey dipper” that fills up a “honey truck”!
This brings to mind my childhood on the farm. For one thing, there was no electric disposal. We had a wastebasket for man-made trash but also a separate “garbage pail” strictly for table scraps and other food wastes. It wasn’t a pretty sight or pleasingly scented and flies and bees tended to guard the contents during summer months. The pail would go to a farmer’s best disposal system: hogs. The pig slop was supplemental to a mixture of feed grains – those hogs had a very healthy, balanced diet.
These comments came to mind from information offered by Hernando County Utilities Director Joe Stapf.
Mr. Stapf invited homeowners to discard their food wastes along with the twice-weekly regular trash pick-ups, thereby avoiding the septic from reaching a state where un-decomposed sediment can restrict proper drainage. You don’t want a septic backup or the cost of a honey truck.
Mr. Stapf explained that the garbage would be added as landfill material along with other trash. My thoughts immediately foresaw a manmade hill that could eventually rival the higher altitude of Hickory Hill, a high-end community in the next ten to twenty years. Of course, residual soil contamination prohibits such development, but many a golf course has found its home atop these mounds of trash.
I also wondered if the added tonnage of trash pickup would result in increased fees to Waste Management Inc. Rates may go up anyway. (I’m in awe that WMI has transformed their fleet of trucks from diesel fuel to natural gas – cleaner means greener.)
Since 1962, 70 municipal landfill sites have given way to 39 golf courses, surrounded by upscale housing. Although landfills are given a daily cover of compressed soil to prevent an interaction between the waste and air, the breakdown of organic materials is restricted, producing large amounts of methane, a greenhouse gas over 20 times as potent as carbon dioxide. As much as 70 million metric tons of methane escape into the atmosphere each year.
Although precautions are taken to lessen the release of methane, the most respectful means to maintain earth-friendly conditions is through organic recycling, where for-profit companies strictly recycle organic waste (treated wood is not used). California has been a leader in this field for decades, benefiting vineyards and other crops with nutrient-rich soil. Amerigrow, headquartered in Delray Beach, supplies organic products including mulches and compost soils. There are many others across the country.
Recycling organic wastes on an individual level can be a relatively easy endeavor. There are a variety of compost bins, such as wire mesh, fencing or a hole in the backyard. Above ground composts are generally 3’W x 3’H and a length as needed.
Vegetables and fruit waste with intermittent layers of finely cut grass and leaf clippings and dried cow manure starts the process. Turning the pile weekly and introducing worms to the pile will speed things up; they both maintain aeration for better decomposing. Keeping the pile moist will result in a naturally rich fertilizer within a matter of weeks, ready to be used in gardens, flowerbeds, and fruit and vegetable plants.
Unless you fail to follow established guidelines, especially turning, there should be no foul odor.
With increasing food costs, there are plenty of incentives for homeowners to grow their own gardens. The local 4-H Chapter can assist residents in their efforts to be successful in their farming endeavors.
Mr. Stapf can be commended for offering homeowners a convenient option to rid themselves of additional waste products with regular roadside pickup. The easiest is continued use of the garbage disposal. Or you can feed the scraps to your pig.
Most notably, bones, shellfish casings, eggshells, glass, plastics and greases are among the obvious items to avoid. Fibrous foods, such as celery, cornhusks and potato skins, should also be avoided; they’re not easily broken down. Pieces of cut citrus peels are suggested to sweeten the disposal drain and, if frozen, help clean the unit of food buildup.
Toxic household cleaners will eventually seep into the soil, on it’s way to underground water supplies.
Simply put, the only items intended for the septic tank are water, human waste and “septic safe” bathroom tissue. Following that simple rule can save the expense of contacting a place of business that uses a hose called a “honey dipper” that fills up a “honey truck”!
This brings to mind my childhood on the farm. For one thing, there was no electric disposal. We had a wastebasket for man-made trash but also a separate “garbage pail” strictly for table scraps and other food wastes. It wasn’t a pretty sight or pleasingly scented and flies and bees tended to guard the contents during summer months. The pail would go to a farmer’s best disposal system: hogs. The pig slop was supplemental to a mixture of feed grains – those hogs had a very healthy, balanced diet.
These comments came to mind from information offered by Hernando County Utilities Director Joe Stapf.
Mr. Stapf invited homeowners to discard their food wastes along with the twice-weekly regular trash pick-ups, thereby avoiding the septic from reaching a state where un-decomposed sediment can restrict proper drainage. You don’t want a septic backup or the cost of a honey truck.
Mr. Stapf explained that the garbage would be added as landfill material along with other trash. My thoughts immediately foresaw a manmade hill that could eventually rival the higher altitude of Hickory Hill, a high-end community in the next ten to twenty years. Of course, residual soil contamination prohibits such development, but many a golf course has found its home atop these mounds of trash.
I also wondered if the added tonnage of trash pickup would result in increased fees to Waste Management Inc. Rates may go up anyway. (I’m in awe that WMI has transformed their fleet of trucks from diesel fuel to natural gas – cleaner means greener.)
Since 1962, 70 municipal landfill sites have given way to 39 golf courses, surrounded by upscale housing. Although landfills are given a daily cover of compressed soil to prevent an interaction between the waste and air, the breakdown of organic materials is restricted, producing large amounts of methane, a greenhouse gas over 20 times as potent as carbon dioxide. As much as 70 million metric tons of methane escape into the atmosphere each year.
Although precautions are taken to lessen the release of methane, the most respectful means to maintain earth-friendly conditions is through organic recycling, where for-profit companies strictly recycle organic waste (treated wood is not used). California has been a leader in this field for decades, benefiting vineyards and other crops with nutrient-rich soil. Amerigrow, headquartered in Delray Beach, supplies organic products including mulches and compost soils. There are many others across the country.
Recycling organic wastes on an individual level can be a relatively easy endeavor. There are a variety of compost bins, such as wire mesh, fencing or a hole in the backyard. Above ground composts are generally 3’W x 3’H and a length as needed.
Vegetables and fruit waste with intermittent layers of finely cut grass and leaf clippings and dried cow manure starts the process. Turning the pile weekly and introducing worms to the pile will speed things up; they both maintain aeration for better decomposing. Keeping the pile moist will result in a naturally rich fertilizer within a matter of weeks, ready to be used in gardens, flowerbeds, and fruit and vegetable plants.
Unless you fail to follow established guidelines, especially turning, there should be no foul odor.
With increasing food costs, there are plenty of incentives for homeowners to grow their own gardens. The local 4-H Chapter can assist residents in their efforts to be successful in their farming endeavors.
Mr. Stapf can be commended for offering homeowners a convenient option to rid themselves of additional waste products with regular roadside pickup. The easiest is continued use of the garbage disposal. Or you can feed the scraps to your pig.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Now You See It, Now You Don't
This has nothing to do with the craft of a magician, although a slight of hand plays a major role.
This has to do with the habits of many young adults born in the 80’s when the housing boom in Spring Hill, Florida, was in its early stages, the poorest played-out planned development era in Hernando County. The kids were raised under conditions that all but guaranteed them a life of distress with repeat offenses of one crime or another. Quite often it’s one crime and another.
This has to do with shoplifting.
I admit there was a time in my life when I did a bit of it myself. The smartest thing I did to arrest these activities was to discontinue the habit when I turned 18. It was wrong then as it is now but this was back in the late sixties when store detectives lacked the assistance of cameras to nab an offender. Security enhancements have made the activity much riskier. Apparently not enough.
I’m not a witness to these finger-pickin’ crimes but the spoils of their dishonesty have been brought to my attention by the perpetrators themselves. They’re not only brave in their activities, but they’re down right proud of their successes. It’s like show-and-tell time.
By whatever means they steal their choices of apparel, footwear, bath items and a variety of other human wants, including food, it works very well. There are days when some go on a free-for-me shopping spree. And yet, they haven’t gotten caught.
I express my distaste, pointing out what the eventual repercussions can bring to their lives. A first time offender will most likely be given a citation similar in effect of a traffic offense. A Notice to Appear letter sets a court date with a fine and community service to follow but no jail time.
A trespass warning would be issued, prohibiting the person from entering the store forever more. If broken, there’s a civic fine of $200. If unpaid, the place of business reserves the right to proceed with a lawsuit. Retail theft is indeed punishable by law.
A person with a rap sheet goes directly to jail with a $350 bond. That’s just the beginning for restitution. The lack of a sales receipt comes at every shopper’s expense.
Of the three people I’ve come to know who have committed these acts, two are on probation for one reason or another, one of whom is on house arrest. The third person has a family of three ranging from 1 to 4 years old. All have menial jobs, if in fact they have a job at any given time. They are lazy at living, even more so with employment, leaving one job before securing another. None have a driver license because of one or more traffic infractions. It creates a situation whereby keeping a job is in jeopardy.
When I think of those babies, I have concerns they could likely become wards of the state when DCF takes the on the responsibility of their safekeeping. I would sorely miss the times they demand a high-five; it’s cute regardless of the number of times they insist I take part. We giggle together. We eat apples together. If taken from their parents, their smiley faces would be contorted; confusion would accompany tear-falls.
It’s disgusting that some children are made accomplices in the crimes. Baby carriages are a poor means of keeping thievery hidden from view.
Since moving to Spring Hill, there have been many times I’ve felt like a shock absorber, trying to cushion myself from the rocky paths of many who have been raised in environments foreign to my upbringing. At times I feel worn. I have become thankful multi-fold for having been a farmer’s son.
Not all people are distressing. I’ve met a more unique mix of people than any other place I’ve called home. They range from those in their 20's to others who are, or could be, grandparents to these young adults. Some are acquaintances while others are neighbors, or people I have come to know as friends. The number of true friends is limited and a long time in coming. As a result, we especially appreciate our relationships.
The kids I have come to know are good kids, no different than my own childhood friends. I can’t envision them growing up to be as their parents are. Only time will tell whether or not they are led to paths of petty crime.
I pray that the sons and daughters of today’s young adults are taught lessons that will keep them outside the confines of a detention center, or somewhere worse. Otherwise, now and again you’ll see them, then you won’t.
This has to do with the habits of many young adults born in the 80’s when the housing boom in Spring Hill, Florida, was in its early stages, the poorest played-out planned development era in Hernando County. The kids were raised under conditions that all but guaranteed them a life of distress with repeat offenses of one crime or another. Quite often it’s one crime and another.
This has to do with shoplifting.
I admit there was a time in my life when I did a bit of it myself. The smartest thing I did to arrest these activities was to discontinue the habit when I turned 18. It was wrong then as it is now but this was back in the late sixties when store detectives lacked the assistance of cameras to nab an offender. Security enhancements have made the activity much riskier. Apparently not enough.
I’m not a witness to these finger-pickin’ crimes but the spoils of their dishonesty have been brought to my attention by the perpetrators themselves. They’re not only brave in their activities, but they’re down right proud of their successes. It’s like show-and-tell time.
By whatever means they steal their choices of apparel, footwear, bath items and a variety of other human wants, including food, it works very well. There are days when some go on a free-for-me shopping spree. And yet, they haven’t gotten caught.
I express my distaste, pointing out what the eventual repercussions can bring to their lives. A first time offender will most likely be given a citation similar in effect of a traffic offense. A Notice to Appear letter sets a court date with a fine and community service to follow but no jail time.
A trespass warning would be issued, prohibiting the person from entering the store forever more. If broken, there’s a civic fine of $200. If unpaid, the place of business reserves the right to proceed with a lawsuit. Retail theft is indeed punishable by law.
A person with a rap sheet goes directly to jail with a $350 bond. That’s just the beginning for restitution. The lack of a sales receipt comes at every shopper’s expense.
Of the three people I’ve come to know who have committed these acts, two are on probation for one reason or another, one of whom is on house arrest. The third person has a family of three ranging from 1 to 4 years old. All have menial jobs, if in fact they have a job at any given time. They are lazy at living, even more so with employment, leaving one job before securing another. None have a driver license because of one or more traffic infractions. It creates a situation whereby keeping a job is in jeopardy.
When I think of those babies, I have concerns they could likely become wards of the state when DCF takes the on the responsibility of their safekeeping. I would sorely miss the times they demand a high-five; it’s cute regardless of the number of times they insist I take part. We giggle together. We eat apples together. If taken from their parents, their smiley faces would be contorted; confusion would accompany tear-falls.
It’s disgusting that some children are made accomplices in the crimes. Baby carriages are a poor means of keeping thievery hidden from view.
Since moving to Spring Hill, there have been many times I’ve felt like a shock absorber, trying to cushion myself from the rocky paths of many who have been raised in environments foreign to my upbringing. At times I feel worn. I have become thankful multi-fold for having been a farmer’s son.
Not all people are distressing. I’ve met a more unique mix of people than any other place I’ve called home. They range from those in their 20's to others who are, or could be, grandparents to these young adults. Some are acquaintances while others are neighbors, or people I have come to know as friends. The number of true friends is limited and a long time in coming. As a result, we especially appreciate our relationships.
The kids I have come to know are good kids, no different than my own childhood friends. I can’t envision them growing up to be as their parents are. Only time will tell whether or not they are led to paths of petty crime.
I pray that the sons and daughters of today’s young adults are taught lessons that will keep them outside the confines of a detention center, or somewhere worse. Otherwise, now and again you’ll see them, then you won’t.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Self Wrighteousness
The Reverend Jeremiah Wright is a bullfrog, his forked tongue lashing at the hopes and dreams of many Americans who have put their faith in the leadership of a fellow African-American. A man who so dearly wants to be the next President of the United States and who seeks to bring this country back to its greatness has been challenged by the misgivings of a man intent on making racism a dominant issue.
Barack Obama has been the darling among younger generations who are drawn to his political charisma that instills a sense of better days to come. The passionate speeches of Barack have incited scores of people to become voters for the first time in their lives. Their beliefs that a change is going to come has given them a cause for patriotism, an idea lost among the actions of a maverick president that have wrought upon America the distaste and disdain of the world community.
The relevance of the speeches of the Reverend has been allowed to overshadow those of the Senator. His words blatantly put the nomination of Obama in jeopardy. He puts self-interest before the needs of the very country that he so harshly criticizes. This is in contrast to the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. forty years ago, widening the division between whites and blacks and damaging the integration among all minority groups. The Doctor would be appalled, his prescription for equality never fulfilled.
At a time when Obama must place his full attention to promote his causes for the America he envision, Jeremiah’s ranting gives pause to Obama’s effectiveness to draw the support he has easily perfected up to this point. A lot of political damage has already been done and the prospects of more of the same are likely.
The primary elections are coming to an end, the last of which foresees Obama with a disturbing handicap. Senator Hillary Clinton is on a roll with this controversy, giving party leaders reason to put into question Obama’s ability to draw voter support among whites and blue-collar workers. Hillary is making the most of his vulnerabilities, taking her cause to the Super Delegates who will most likely take on the responsibility to award the nomination to the candidate with the best chances to keep the presidency out of the hands of presumed-Republican nominee Senator John McCain. It is deemed an important step to avoid a veritable showdown at the Democratic National Convention.
An assumption that Barack would become the Democratic nominee has been diluted because of the words and actions of Rev. Wright. The media feeds on the controversy, especially by means of unrelenting talk show hosts and political commentators who take pride in their influence of public opinion. They leave free speech with a bad taste of journalism.
Barack was much to kind, missing the opportunity to quell the initial controversy. Jeremiah did not deserve that degree of respectful consideration. The limelight is now on the Reverend and again Barack has failed to show the degree of contempt for the man than what is demanded. Barak has shown no passion against the Reverend, as he has toward his goal to make a change in America’s future. A superpower can’t sustain its greatness by a president hopeful who is meek and mild in responding to what amounts to a personal crisis.
Of all adversaries, Reverend Wright may very well be the elephant of them all, more so than the Republican Party. He shows no shame, no blame and no sense of responsibility for the misgivings he has created for Senator Obama.
If by chance Obama can weather the demagoguery of a racist religious cleric to win the Democratic presidential nomination, he may not be able to have the same success in the General Election. History may show a failed attempt to show the world that America is truly a nation of equal employment opportunities.
It appears Wright is willing to be the spoiler in a political contest where he apparently puts more faith in a white man and a white woman than he does in someone of his own racial background.
Barack Obama has been the darling among younger generations who are drawn to his political charisma that instills a sense of better days to come. The passionate speeches of Barack have incited scores of people to become voters for the first time in their lives. Their beliefs that a change is going to come has given them a cause for patriotism, an idea lost among the actions of a maverick president that have wrought upon America the distaste and disdain of the world community.
The relevance of the speeches of the Reverend has been allowed to overshadow those of the Senator. His words blatantly put the nomination of Obama in jeopardy. He puts self-interest before the needs of the very country that he so harshly criticizes. This is in contrast to the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. forty years ago, widening the division between whites and blacks and damaging the integration among all minority groups. The Doctor would be appalled, his prescription for equality never fulfilled.
At a time when Obama must place his full attention to promote his causes for the America he envision, Jeremiah’s ranting gives pause to Obama’s effectiveness to draw the support he has easily perfected up to this point. A lot of political damage has already been done and the prospects of more of the same are likely.
The primary elections are coming to an end, the last of which foresees Obama with a disturbing handicap. Senator Hillary Clinton is on a roll with this controversy, giving party leaders reason to put into question Obama’s ability to draw voter support among whites and blue-collar workers. Hillary is making the most of his vulnerabilities, taking her cause to the Super Delegates who will most likely take on the responsibility to award the nomination to the candidate with the best chances to keep the presidency out of the hands of presumed-Republican nominee Senator John McCain. It is deemed an important step to avoid a veritable showdown at the Democratic National Convention.
An assumption that Barack would become the Democratic nominee has been diluted because of the words and actions of Rev. Wright. The media feeds on the controversy, especially by means of unrelenting talk show hosts and political commentators who take pride in their influence of public opinion. They leave free speech with a bad taste of journalism.
Barack was much to kind, missing the opportunity to quell the initial controversy. Jeremiah did not deserve that degree of respectful consideration. The limelight is now on the Reverend and again Barack has failed to show the degree of contempt for the man than what is demanded. Barak has shown no passion against the Reverend, as he has toward his goal to make a change in America’s future. A superpower can’t sustain its greatness by a president hopeful who is meek and mild in responding to what amounts to a personal crisis.
Of all adversaries, Reverend Wright may very well be the elephant of them all, more so than the Republican Party. He shows no shame, no blame and no sense of responsibility for the misgivings he has created for Senator Obama.
If by chance Obama can weather the demagoguery of a racist religious cleric to win the Democratic presidential nomination, he may not be able to have the same success in the General Election. History may show a failed attempt to show the world that America is truly a nation of equal employment opportunities.
It appears Wright is willing to be the spoiler in a political contest where he apparently puts more faith in a white man and a white woman than he does in someone of his own racial background.
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