Upcoming Energy Bills

There's a great diary over at MyDD which outlines some serious problems with an energy bill which is cosponsored by Barak Obama.  The first is a bill to support liquid coal.  From the diary:

We don't know how to sequester mass quantities of carbon dioxide created during coal liquefaction yet. Even once we figure that process out--a solution that will no doubt reduce the net energy output of the coal to fuel process itself--we've still got a dirty fuel that increases greenhouse emissions compared to petroleum.

There's also a draft bill up for discussion that includes a provision which will screw us, as Vermonters, over, along with a lot of other states.  Per The Rutland Herald:

A dozen states, including Vermont and Massachusetts, would be blocked from imposing new requirements on automakers to reduce greenhouse gas emissions under a draft energy bill being prepared for a vote later this month.

The "discussion draft" would prohibit the head of the Environmental Protection Agency from issuing a waiver needed for a state to impose auto pollution standards if the new requirements are "designed to reduce greenhouse gas emissions."

This is bad.  The first bill has quite a few Democratic sponsors and presents a serious danger.  The second is only in draft form, so it's got a much better chance of being modified before it makes it into being an actual bill, but they're both representative of how much work we have to do to deal with the existing archaic mentality when it comes to proper energy usage.

Awesome!

This is -so- cool:

Friday Bird Blogging: Chestnut-Sided Warbler

This is a bird which is about four and a half-inches long. I'd been trying to get a good photograph of one for awhile when one flew in a tree about ten feet above. As I started to take pictures of it, it flew off, disappointing me, only to be replaced by another a few seconds later. It's of the second warbler that I got this wonderful shot.

As usual, clicking on the picture points to a larger version.

Incompetents Masquerading as Eagles

The Bush administration (that may be an oxymoron) would have you believe that we're in Iraq to damp down terrorism, that they are the soaring eagles with their watchful eye. When you get down to the details, however, it doesn't quite work like that. Years ago, my students asked me what I thought of the invasion of Iraq, shortly after it begun. I told them that from my point of view, it was a "strategic blunder" and that it would lead to a major groundswell in support in the Mideast for terrorist causes and it would, in the long run, do us much more harm than good.

Sometimes, I really hate being right. Per The New York Times:

Militants Widen Reach as Terror Seeps Out of Iraq
[...]
The Iraq war, which for years has drawn militants from around the world, is beginning to export fighters and the tactics they have honed in the insurgency to neighboring countries and beyond, according to American, European and Middle Eastern government officials and interviews with militant leaders in Lebanon, Jordan and London.
[...]
Last week, the Lebanese Army found itself in a furious battle against a militant group, Fatah al Islam, whose ranks included as many as 50 veterans of the war in Iraq, according to General Rifi. More than 30 Lebanese soldiers were killed fighting the group at a refugee camp near Tripoli.
[...]
Militant leaders warn that the situation in Lebanon is indicative of the spread of fighters. “You have 50 fighters from Iraq in Lebanon now, but with good caution I can say there are a hundred times that many, 5,000 or higher, who are just waiting for the right moment to act,” Dr. Mohammad al-Massari, a Saudi dissident in Britain who runs the jihadist Internet forum, Tajdeed.net, said in an interview on Friday. “The flow of fighters is already going back and forth, and the fight will be everywhere until the United States is willing to cease and desist.”
[...]
In an April 17 report written for the United States government, Dennis Pluchinsky, a former senior intelligence analyst at the State Department, said battle-hardened militants from Iraq posed a greater threat to the West than extremists who trained in Afghanistan because Iraq had become a laboratory for urban guerrilla tactics.

“There are some operational parallels between the urban terrorist activity in Iraq and the urban environments in Europe and the United States,” Mr. Pluchinsky wrote. “More relevant terrorist skills are transferable from Iraq to Europe than from Afghanistan to Europe,” he went on, citing the use of safe houses, surveillance, bomb making and mortars.

A top American military official who tracks terrorism in Iraq and the surrounding region, and who spoke on condition of anonymity because of the sensitive nature of the topic, said: “Do I think in the future the jihad will be fueled from the battlefield of Iraq? Yes. More so than the battlefield of Afghanistan.”
[...]

Way to go! We've got ourselves a training ground.

So this was unexpected

I just got the following e-mail from amazon.com:

As someone who has purchased a John Wayne movie or a Western from Amazon.com, you might be interested in our new John Wayne Store, commemorating the 100th anniversary of his birth on May 26, 1907. Don't miss it, pardner.

So I'm thinking to myself... Western? I purchased a western?

I really didn't remember purchasing a western... then I started running through the few movies I'd purchased from amazon.com: Wordplay, Thank You for Smoking, Little Miss Sunshine, Good Night and Good Luck and... well, the closest we have to Westerns in that list is Thank You For Smoking, since it involves a guy who used to play a cowboy and no, really, that can't be it, and then the only other thing I bought was...

Oh my.

Okay, I didn't think of that.

You may or may not have guessed this by now... but the movie that flagged me as being into westerns was, believe it or not...

Brokeback Mountain.

Somewhere, John Wayne is spinning in his grave.

I wonder if he and Jerry Falwell share a plot?

Friday Bird Blogging: Glossy Ibis

We spent most of the week in coastal Maine, looking for obscure and unusual birds and got quite lucky. I was able to photograph at least eight new birds that I'd never captured before, and I also managed to get much better photos of certain birds than I'd ever achieved before.

The glossy ibis is one such example. The last glossy ibis photos I got were last year and this was the best I could do. This week's walk on Scarborough marsh allowed me to get very close to an Ibis, as well as get quite a few views of other ibises (along with some beautiful egret photos.

As usual, the ibis photo links to a much larger version.

Activism and Personal Place

As some of you know, I used to be a very active member of the Brattleboro Area Peace and Justice Group. I still administer the mailing list that connects members of that group and though the group more or less faded away several years ago, the mailing list is still sometimes active, but generally from activism issues that various individuals who used to be connected to the group would post. I recently posed a question to the group about whether or not to keep the list active and as part of the discussion, I posted a version of the following item:

I should explain my own thing-- I stopped attending Brattleboro Area Peace and Justice Group when two things happened-- I got hired long-term to do contracting work all over the state and I realized that I only had so much time to devote to activism. So I chose doing work to unionize CCV faculty instead of working on Peace and Justice Group issues for a time. Last October the union drive went down in flames for a wide variety of reasons which are, at this point, over and done.

The funny thing is that this defeat happened on what was, in all reality, an extremely good day for me: it was the day I got the photograph shown on the right.

It's a photograph that helped me in ways I don't think I can articulate sufficiently-- it transformed my sense of what I could accomplish as a photographer-- it captured a bird I'd been trying to capture for some time, and it captured it with outstanding clarity and quality and did so under very poor lighting conditions. It taught me to believe more in my strengths as a photographer and to try to push my own skills and abilities in ways I wasn't sure I'd been able to before.

After losing the union drive, I'd been very slow to get back into activism again. I haven't done benefit concerts the way I used to. I did one with a few local musicians in Saxton's River after hurricane Katrina which raised $600, but that was September of 2005 and that's the last one I did. 20 people showed up, which makes raising $600 kind of impressive, but makes me feel like I could have done a lot better in terms of drawing an audience.

Even so, I feel like I want to do that sort of thing again, but since I've been working much more in Northern Vermont than Southern, I don't feel as connected to the Brattleboro community and I don't feel like I have the emotional resources to invest in being the only person doing all the work behind an event. I've done that way too often and I just don't have it in me right now. So I've been doing environmental work on a personal level-- when it was time to buy a vehicle for work, I put the extra investment in getting a Prius rather than spend the money on something just for me.

When it came to how I would spend my time last fall, I invested it in a master composter class so that I'd have a better sense of how to reduce personal waste and do a better job of giving back to the planet.

And what I've really been doing is honing my craft as a photographer, and somehow, right now, that's more important to me. Not necessarily long term but, for now, it's an eco-friendly hobby that connects me with the earth in an important way.

I guess I'm in an odd place right now. I'm very interested in activism, but I feel as though my activism has transformed itself into a less direct action approach and more of a work through my art fashion. My photography web site draws a lot of people to it, and I use it to connect with blogging towards environmental awareness. And yet, I know that's nowhere near enough to sustain any sort of real change. I am learning a lot about birds, about climate about shifting migration patterns, about deforestation and about the impact we all have on the planet around us, but finding myself sometimes really hopeless-- when I read that our best effort is to be reducing greenhouse gases by 2020, I thinking that's just not going to do it. Not even close.

So I do what I can, but I don't know what else to do except to talk to people about it. So I tell people I work with and deal with about auto emissions and about bird populations and about what happens to Vermont's economy when the temperature rises enough that maple syrup doesn't work any longer.

And I talk to my students about politics and about influence and about cognitive dissonance on a political scale, but it's not my place to tell them what political beliefs to hold or to advocate for a viewpoint, so I just do my best to make sure they have the tools they need to figure it out for themselves and only tell them what I really think about a political issue when they ask me point blank about it.

So, I guess that's where my head is right now.

Friday Bird Blogging: The Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher

This bird is about 4 inches long and one of the smallest birds I've ever photographed, save for the ruby-throated hummingbird and the ruby-crowned kinglet. It's also one of the most difficult shots I've ever gotten. This bird is in near constant motion, bopping back and forth in the trees, easy to hear but very difficult to spot. I'm amazed I got the shot at all. Unlike the kinglet, which I've sometimes seen on the edge of forests, I tend to only see this bird inside forests. Hummingbirds I can photograph through feeders. This one I just get through luck and a lot of persistence.

Speaking Ill of the Dead

As most of you probably know, Jerry Falwell died this week.

Jerry Falwell was a talented leader who did an extremely good job of playing off of the fears and bigotries of many Americans. He was a friend of the openly racist Apartheid government in South Africa, defending the country and opposing divestment. He attacked those who weren't heterosexual and used anti-gay sentiment as a tool of self-promotion.

The scary thing is that he managed to do this with a great deal of humor and personality. He was friendly, charming and used his skills to greatly advance the cause of oppression in this country.

I neither mourn nor praise his death. When we, however, as a people, rise up and fight back against the pseudo-religious anti-human anti-science philosophy that Falwell helped propagate, I will celebrate.

Friday Bird Blogging: The Yellow Warbler

The Yellow Warbler is one of my favorite warblers to watch -- it will flit about from tree to tree, feeding and singing and its color is just so intensely bright that it makes me think of day-glow paints. They've just started migrating back into Vermont again. The first one I spotted was on Sunday and I've either seen or heard one every day since.

As usual, clicking the picture leads to a larger image.

Friday Bird Blogging: Osprey

I'm in a rush and forgot to do this this week until right now so I'll make this quick:

Ospreys are amazing birds to watch fly. This is one of my favorite Opsrey pictures, taken near dusk, with the evening light shining clearly on its wings and a glistening face.

As usual, the thumbnail points to a much larger version.

Lying With Statistics

I recently received the following e-mail:

You know how the Democrats castigate George Bush for the military deaths in Iraq?

Did you know that some 4,417 soldiers died -- in peacetime -- from
1993-1996? I believe that about 3,100 soldiers have died in Iraq so far.

Sort of lends some perpective, doesn't it?

The e-mail cites this blog.

The thing about this is that there's a difference between the total number of soldiers who died and the total who died in military conflict.

More specifically, if you download the PDF at: http://www.murdoconline.net/pics/Death_Rates.pdf -- a pdf which is cited at the url above -- you'll find an interesting result-- a total of 5,187 soldiers dying JUST from 2001-2004.

Furthermore, from 1993-1996, you get 237 military deaths due to hostile action.

From 2001-2004, you get 1,102.

Funny how the e-mail didn't include that information.

Friday Bird Blogging: Broad-Winged Hawks Return

New England is prime breeding grounds for broad-winged hawks, who disappear to South America en masse for the Winter. In the Fall, you can watch huge flocks flocks of them ("kettles") using pockets of hot air ("thermals") to spiral up into the air so they can get better altitude for their migration flight (which averages out to around 4,000 miles!). In the Spring, they return in scattered groups to their breeding grounds and all of a sudden, you see these great little hawks hanging out on utility wires.

Aside from color, you can generally tell a broad-wing by the length of its tail. If you see a hawk on a utility wire that's got a tail which is about the same length as its wings or not much longer, it's probably a broadie. If it's got a much longer tail, you're more likely dealing with a cooper's hawk or a sharp-shinned.

As usual, the picture is a thumbnail, linking to a picture double its size.

Friday Bird Blogging: Brants

Imagine that you're trying to find a bird you've never seen before and go chasing after a small group of them only to find a group of over fifty further down the beach. These Brants showed up out of nowhere, to my significant delight. I have to admit to not knowing very much about them, but I love this shot of a group of them fighting over a piece of seaweed.

As usual, the picture links to a larger shot.

The Onion Goes After Birders

Check out the Onion's piece, The Sibley Guide To Birds Has Clearly Misidentified The Dark-Eyed Junco. This is truly one of the funniest things I've ever read about birders.

Friday Bird Blogging: Fox Sparrow

Before I saw a Fox Sparrow, I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to identify it, making sure I knew the field marks, etc., so I didn't mistake it for a song sparrow.

Turns out this was a bit of a wasted effort on my part-- after weeks of sorting through song sparrows asking myself "could this be a fox sparrow?" I finally saw one and it is unmistakable for a song sparrow. True, the basic form of it is similar, but it's much larger (probably at least 50% bigger) and while the song sparrow has a dominant white with brown & black mixed in, the fox sparrow, when seen from above, is much more brown. In short, if you see a bird which looks like a big, fat, brown song sparrow, you've probably got a fox sparrow in your sights.

As usual, the thumbnail links to a larger picture.

Kurt Vonnegut: Dead at 84.

A few months back, Vonnegut appeared on "The Daily Show" and was a riot, even though it was clear that he was having trouble getting the words out.

When I was in high school, I had a teacher who snuck me a copy of "Slaughterhouse Five." She had 30 copies of the book that she wasn't allowed to use in lessons per order of the school board (it makes a reference to [*gasp*] sperm) but she thought I'd really enjoy it.

She was right.

Pearls Before Breakfast

The Washington Post has an absolutely fascinating article about how we recognize and identify art. Here's an excerpt from the opening:

HE EMERGED FROM THE METRO AT THE L'ENFANT PLAZA STATION AND POSITIONED HIMSELF AGAINST A WALL BESIDE A TRASH BASKET. By most measures, he was nondescript: a youngish white man in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and a Washington Nationals baseball cap. From a small case, he removed a violin. Placing the open case at his feet, he shrewdly threw in a few dollars and pocket change as seed money, swiveled it to face pedestrian traffic, and began to play.
[...]
Each passerby had a quick choice to make... do you stop and listen? Do you hurry past with a blend of guilt and irritation...? Do you have time for beauty? Shouldn't you? What's the moral mathematics of the moment?

On that Friday in January, those private questions would be answered in an unusually public way. No one knew it, but the fiddler standing against a bare wall outside the Metro in an indoor arcade at the top of the escalators was one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made. His performance was arranged... as an experiment in context, perception and priorities -- as well as an unblinking assessment of public taste: In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend?
[...]
So, what do you think happened?

click here to read the rest

Friday Bird Blogging: American Kestrel

Kestrels are small colorful falcons which can be seen throughout the US. They're a little smaller than a pigeon in length, and considerably smaller in overall size. They hunt through a variety of fashions, including an approach similar to a kingfisher, which involves hovering over prey and then diving straight down to grab it. Though this isn't their most common form of hunting, it's by far the most entertaining to watch.

Update on Separate but Unequal

Shaquanda Cotton to be released from prison on Saturday... details here