It is unspeakably beautiful here in Tucson… oddly, though, not hot.
Above, a blooming Desert Willow tree on my south wall, a gift from Trees For Tucson. If you promise to plant them to shade your house from the direct summer sunlight, Tucson will give you up to four native, drought-tolerant trees to plant. It’s one of my favorite sorts of urban programs.
Despite several forays into the 90s (each of which I have been away for) the pool is still quite cold and the high today will only be in the 80s. Normally we are rocking the 100s by now. Inexplicable. I wonder what the monsoon season will bring this year. I don’t think there is any such thing as “normal” weather anymore, thanks to homo stupidus and our rather stunning disregard for natural balance. Of course I know that what’s done is done, but I would expect that our species would begin trying to mitigate some of our damage, rather than bullishly continuing on increasing it. What a shame to blow such a beautiful opportunity on a beautiful planet.
Anyway, I’m not poisoning my yard, sometimes I feel that’s all I can do. I look at the fracking, the pipelines, the deepwater drilling…the general mistreatment and disrespect of Terra that goes on every day, and I just shake my head.
I don’t bake my sunflower seeds to stop them from sprouting in my garden. Who wouldn’t want sunflowers, violets, or dandelions? All edible, all beautiful, none poisonous, and all of them are as hardy as, well, weeds. People could have violet-lawns. No mowing!
Anyway, re fracking, etc.- as Bill Clinton will tell anyone who will listen (nicely backed up with really good data) treating people and the planet right is actually more profitable in the long term for business and society than screwing everything in sight for a quick buck. If we addressed those quick turns, you know, a lot of fuckery would be foiled. Whether it’s Wall Street or oil futures or burning off the natural gas in the Dakotas to get at the oil more quickly (an example of criminally insane stupidity going on right now, you can watch it live if you like) or Bain Capital’s cycle of turn/burn (also available for real-time viewing, go to any Guitar Center, latest victim) making it less rewarding to make a quick buck than a long one would go a long way. That was the point of things like longer waiting periods for capital gains exclusions, etc. If you have to keep what you bought for two or more years before you can sell it at a profit, you have to actually give a shit about the situation.
Of course, not even that sort of thing can stop Bain, because they are like those water bugs that suck frogs from the inside; they just take out a lot of loans, load the company with debt, and take off with the cash. To fix Bain, we have to fix banking, and there is about a zero chance that the US is going to do that.
Luckily, I am just one person, and I can’t (nor does anyone expect me to) fix the US banking situation. (Although I suspect that I actually could.)
Instead, all I have to do is care for a small coterie of loved ones.
Miss Fish and the birds are very happy to see me. I Katepomorphize this to mean that they love me. Why not?
If Miss Fish will let us, Simon and I will get back to packing up boxes of books. I’m excited to say that orders are literally flooding in for CGB, both volumes. I might only be a week away from actually being able to draw my minimum wage salary again! Bill and I heard Sixteen Tons on the radio the other day and both cracked up at once, thinking of me, like an ant, making this project, which is huge.