Saturday, November 25, 2006

four year old drummer

child drummer

Sunday, November 19, 2006

watching someone break their ankle right next to you is unnerving, especially knowing that it could have been you who made that tackle or maybe in that case his ankle wouldn't have broken. whats with ambulances taking 15 mins to show up.... cold dreary sunday...

Friday, November 10, 2006

hot off the press

We drew with the Turks 3-3 which means we made it to the playoffs. This is probably the most exciting that has happened to me in the past week. Well that and I learned that Ty is in town for the weekend (hopefully with his electronic music equipment) for Bitar's birthday party hosted by the Circus. And, Amrita got her license. Third time is always a charm..

Monday, November 06, 2006

on climate change

Berkeley scientist unconvers serious flaws in climate change predictions

After a time he stops and points to a distant spot in the ocean. "Twenty thousand years ago the edge of the sea was out there, more than 300 feet lower than it is today. By the end of this century, if Greenland melts, it will be 20 or 25 feet higher than where we're standing now." He turns and points to the cliffs behind us. "Those will be almost entirely underwater." The specter of rapid sea level rise has only recently gained traction in scientific circles. For years, it was assumed that a several-meter rise in ocean levels could happen only over thousands of years. But this is the second time that Harte raises the subject in my presence, and I press him to explain. "If Greenland goes, that is a disaster. The world is going to face problems that just aren't ..." His voice trails off, and then returns. "Mass migration of people. Half of Florida gone. Coastal infrastructure up and down both coasts gone.

It's unimaginable," he says. "We've just got to prevent it."

As he speaks, Harte for once begins to look his age. His face, caught in the shadows of the cliffs, is crisscrossed with wrinkles. The wind is hard against my ears and because of that, or perhaps because he turns his face from mine, I find it hard to read his tone. So I cannot say if his last words held hope or resignation.

Peter Alsop, a freelance writer, lives in Berkeley.








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