I went to a Rufus Wainright concert last night. I like his music and it was a good show. I didn't attend to support his gay lifestyle or to encourage others to join the Blackout Sabbath movement and give mother earth a big ol' bear hug. I went because I like the music.
The same is true of my Plan B motivation. I tag these blogs with words like "sustainable", "green", and even "anarchy" because there are elements of those terms that apply to my topic. I am absolutely convinced (by the facts) that mankind is not on the brink of extinction because of our avaricious use of non-renewable forms of energy. I'm not seeking to balance my karma or smooth out my chakras by attempting to live and sustainable life-style. And for gosh-sakes, I haven't tie-dyed anything since 1974. I use plastic bags at the grocery store, I leave lights on at night, and sometimes I take pointless drives in the country. Oh, and I love real, animal pelt fur. So keep your granola on your side of the table.
As I have said (elsewhere in the blog) a successful Plan B is going to require a truly "sustainable" lifestyle. If the poop really does hit the fan, I'll have no paycheck and no where to spend it. I'll have no energy other than that which I get from eating foood or from well-fed animals who will work or feed me. I'll have no sources of technology other than what I can forge, and my dependence on others will skyrocket because most likely I won't have everything I need and bartering will be the only way to obtain it. Again, that's why the little town of Nahalal in Isreal appeals to me. It is civicly engineered to bring citizens (who are already in a dependent relationship with one another) into close proximity with one another.
So, I guess I've made the tree-huggers case for them, haven't I? Sustainable living is the only way to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. And if it makes sense then... (oh crap...) doesn't it make sense now. Hoist on me own petard. But I'm still not gay.
The same is true of my Plan B motivation. I tag these blogs with words like "sustainable", "green", and even "anarchy" because there are elements of those terms that apply to my topic. I am absolutely convinced (by the facts) that mankind is not on the brink of extinction because of our avaricious use of non-renewable forms of energy. I'm not seeking to balance my karma or smooth out my chakras by attempting to live and sustainable life-style. And for gosh-sakes, I haven't tie-dyed anything since 1974. I use plastic bags at the grocery store, I leave lights on at night, and sometimes I take pointless drives in the country. Oh, and I love real, animal pelt fur. So keep your granola on your side of the table.
As I have said (elsewhere in the blog) a successful Plan B is going to require a truly "sustainable" lifestyle. If the poop really does hit the fan, I'll have no paycheck and no where to spend it. I'll have no energy other than that which I get from eating foood or from well-fed animals who will work or feed me. I'll have no sources of technology other than what I can forge, and my dependence on others will skyrocket because most likely I won't have everything I need and bartering will be the only way to obtain it. Again, that's why the little town of Nahalal in Isreal appeals to me. It is civicly engineered to bring citizens (who are already in a dependent relationship with one another) into close proximity with one another.
So, I guess I've made the tree-huggers case for them, haven't I? Sustainable living is the only way to survive in a post-apocalyptic world. And if it makes sense then... (oh crap...) doesn't it make sense now. Hoist on me own petard. But I'm still not gay.
