Old King Coal

Mountains shoveled
Smelled of sulfur
Soot, stained insides
Outsides of everything
Who still knew
How to bank a fire
So it lasted till morning?
Mine tailings, shafts
Abandoned, concrete filled
Subsidence from
Collapsed timbers
Scars, both seen and unseen
What was left
From when coal was king?
No coal, no industrial revolution
Answered, Old King Coal

Noises

Loud noises, proud noises

Good noises, bad noises

Happy and sad noises

Nature noises, mature noises

House noises, mouse noises

People noises, steeple noises

Nosey noises, mosey noises

Gentle noises, sentimental noises

Things that boomed

Whooshed, swished, zoomed

Grinding, grating

Clunking, clanking

Thumping and bumping

Dripping, droning

Groaning, moaning

Squeaking, squawking

Cheeping, chirping

Hiccuping and burping

All day and all night long!

I can’t sleep–shut up already!!!!

 

When Summer Disappeared

While most of us would struggle to remember what we did last summer–those that were around in 1816 never forgot.  In 1816, following the worst volcanic event in earth’s history; in eastern North America, there was no summer.  Crops failed, as did other agricultural pursuits–causing famine and disease.

All due to the eruption of Mt. Tambora in Indonesia, for two weeks in 1815.  Volcanic ash spewed into the atmosphere and deflected sunlight away from earth’s surface.  It’s referred to in scientific circles as “volcanic winter,” or global cooling.

Could it happen again?  Imagine, billions of unhappy people worldwide.  I’m not qualified to comment on probabilities.  Nature does what it wants to do on its own timetable.  What I firmly believe–is that we are all stewards of our environment.  Clean air, clean water–some talk about it, but actions, express their true feelings.

DAILY PROMPT: NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION

Imagine in great detail, an invention that could help reverse pollution–describe for us how your invention works and how it will help save the planet. 

The reality–we’re drowning in garbage–running out of landfill space.  Landfills leach contaminants into groundwater and watersheds.  Nobody wants to live next door to a smelly, dirty, dusty landfill.

Kudos to those that faithfully recycle glass, plastic, paper and aluminum cans.  There will never be 100% compliance–its human nature.  …Just like wearing seat belts and not texting while driving.  What would happen if there were a national emergency and we were forced to conserve resources?  It happened during WWII.

One of Dryden, Ontario's Landfill's. This one ...
One of Dryden, Ontario’s Landfill’s. This one is located in Barclay. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Instead of building more landfills, why don’t we become more efficient at recycling.  There would be less garbage going in, useful commodities going out.  I propose automated sorting/recycling machinery at all landfill sites.  All reusable materials sorted, recycled, repurposed, reused or sold.  A hot water bath for dumped refuse is the first stage.  Recovered compressed methane landfill gas, (normally flared off), is used to heat the water.

The water bath, is to separate lighter materials–like paper products, cellulose, and vegetative matter.  Large pieces of building material–wood, gypsum wall board would be screened off to separate sorting piles.  These materials are highly reusable and would be sold to make paper, new building materials.

Metals would be recovered–be they ferrous or non-ferrous.  Ferrous metals are recovered with large electro-magnets, hooked to generators, powered by compressed methane.  Aluminum, copper, brass, and zinc would go a separate direction to be sold to recyclers/smelters.

Methane gas, which is a byproduct of decomposition would be compressed, reused at the facility–surplus would be sold.  Non recyclable solids/hazardous waste would be incinerated at high temperatures.  All vehicles on the facility would use compressed methane gas.

These are not new ideas.  The newness, is to do it on a larger scale, with more dedication and urgency.  In the deep recesses of my mind, I may have seen such garbage-sorting equipment, before, in documentaries on Science or Discovery Channels.  This is a long-term investment in our future that will pay off by preventing pollution, saving finite resources, saving green spaces for future generations.  And, if I may have the attention of capitalists out there–there’s money to be made.

AUTOMOTIVE REALISM (FREE THE AMERICAN MOTORIST)

Moter vehicle fuel economyI’m an automotive realist–former automotive enthusiast.  Fuel prices continue to climb.    There’s little the average consumer can do about it.  The most important thing, is to be informed, and make wise car buying decisions.  Federally mandated mileage standards help–although it seems we can’t make up our minds how far we want to go.  We’ve gone from crises to crises, and yet, there are no long-term solutions.  The latest shortages, in the  northeast, due to Hurricane Sandy.

It goes back to President Nixon‘s fifty-five miles per hour national speed limit, which conserved fuel, but did nothing to make cars more efficient.  We smugly drive our hybrids, content, that somehow we are saving the planet from destruction.  Meanwhile, I wonder what will happen when these vehicles go to salvage.  Are lithium-ion battery packs recyclable?  Achieving forty and fifty miles per gallon in highway driving is now reality.  That’s a step in the right direction.  Will that be good enough in the future?  There are electric cars–like the Nissan Leaf.  Are these the best, environmentally responsible, choices?

Taken from the current issue of “Car & Driver” magazine, a four-year wish list:  Pick a fuel-economy standard and stick with it.  Allow carmakers the time to reconcile the two.  That whole “54.5 by 2025, but we’ll take another look at it in 2018” thing?  Not helping.  It’s just creating more 5,000 pound, $60,000 hybrids. 

Admit that nearly half the energy powering EV’s comes from coal.

Consider lowering the tax on diesel: With their abundant low-down torque and state-spanning range, diesel-engineered vehicles suit how we Americans drive.  Because of diesel’s more efficient combustion and a 15-percent energy-density advantage over gasoline, diesel-powered cars go 30 percent farther on a gallon and emit roughly 25 percent less CO2.  Evaluate lowering the federal excise tax on the stuff from 24.4 cents per gallon to 18.4 per gallon, which is the same amount levied on gasoline.     

Why is diesel fuel taxed at a higher rate, in this country, than gasoline?  In Europe, diesel is priced about the same as gasoline.  Diesel automobiles offer superior mileage and aren’t considered a viable option in this country.  The US market share is a mere three percent.  In Europe, where fuel prices are traditionally higher, diesel automobiles account for about sixty percent of the market.

Diesels, the redheaded stepchildren of the automotive world.  …Dirty, smelly, noisy, slow-moving.  Not worth the additional investment?  Modern clean diesels are a far cry from your father’s Oldsmobile.  Maybe some have bad memories of unreliable GM diesel V6’s and V8’s in the eighties.  American tourists are pleasantly surprised by their rented European diesel versions of Ford Fiestas and Ford Transit Connects.  Ford and General Motors offer diesel cars in Europe that aren’t available here.  It’s a marketing decision.  Auto manufacturers still aren’t convinced the American public is ready to embrace diesel technology.

But, this isn’t Europe, this is America, land of the “Red, White, and Blue.”  We should be thankful for “lower” fuel prices.  What about freedom of choice?  Our choices are limited to offerings from Volkswagen, Audi, BMW, and Mercedes-Benz.  Comparing, gas vs. diesel, there’s more cost difference at the luxury end of the market.  Volkswagen offerings are more comparably priced–for example, the Jetta.  In my opinion, modern diesel automobiles yield mileage figures comparable to and beyond hybrids.  High fuel prices drag down our economic recovery.  Why not follow the lead of European counterparts in fuel conservation?  Allow motorists more choices.  It couldn’t hurt, and could only help.