Sunshocked

With the dropping price and rising efficiency of nuclear power, I could no longer resist its amazing potential. By nuclear, of course, I’m referring to the fusion process deep within the sun generating spectacular amounts of energy that are then projected to Earth as sunshine. That other stuff is frickin’ scary.

Last Thursday, before a packed house at the Commonwealth Club in downtown San Francisco, Adam Werbach fulfilled his promise to return after declaring Environmentalism dead and share a vision for what might emerge from the ashes of Green. Friends of Roy G. Biv will not be surprised.

Last month I surveyed several of the “green issues” from various magazines and determined Creative Review the winner. I also promised to do a follow-up, which brings us to this post.

Having grown up in northwest Indiana, the very epicenter of the SuperBowl, I would be sorely remiss if I did not mention it at least in passing. But now that I have, let’s talk a moment about a much larger game being played, with much higher stakes.

Sci-fi author and sustainable design advocate Bruce Sterling ends his run at Wired magazine. In his final column, he swears he’s a Futurist. I respectfully disagree. He likes people way too much.

Yesterday was my website’s birthday. Not this website, the other one. It turned twelve—a long, long time in web years. What has happened since 1994?

It’s official, I’m riding the rails to Indiana and back. The holidays are coming soon and this year I’m determined not to fly the (according to Google Maps) 2,233 miles home.

The cover of Friday’s Chronicle reported a flurry of comments from GOP leadership (among which I’m including O’Reilly) on “San Francisco Values”. These three words are intended to scare voters into voting Republican, keeping SF Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi out of the Speaker position.

I should be happy about people adapting their buying habits to incorporate solutions to the world’s problems. If you’re going to buy an iPod Nano, why shouldn’t you get the red one for the same price and help fight AIDS in Africa, right? Still, the whole thing puts a really bad taste in my mouth.

It would be a great story if Senator Rick Santorum took his family to see An Inconvenient Truth and left the theater realizing that his Grand Old Party was defecating all over the world he was planning on leaving to his children, invoking in him a profound shift of character which culminated in his full endorsement of the local Green Party. The truth is profoundly shiftier.