Yuppers. No time like the present to... um... change. Or lead by example. Or, shucks, we could just have a big party intended to show how hopeful the future is!

4x bigger? Let's see... that's about 37 million... or 7,400 homes significantly more energy efficient or closer to being off the grid... or 7,400 acres of land bought and turned into farms/CSA's/co-ops... or grants to, say 37 towns or cities for renewable energy projects... or...

This bash is a the equivalent of, "Trust me. Really. This time is different."

Cheers

Sometimes you just have to party, besides the fact that these are funds donated specifically for the purposes of partying. There will be plenty of time for austerity once the part is over. Not that I think we are ready for austerity.

Gloom and doom 24/7 is not sustainable. Maybe this is just our last big Potlatch. I am as doomy and gloomy as the next person but even I can still remember how to dance.

Obama said yesterday that we are in tough times and will take all our efforts to fix the problems we have. My guess, however, that the problem, as we sees it, can be solved by pretty much getting back to where we came from with maybe a little green energy thrown in.

But this is America, folks, and Obama is the American President. If Obama knows the real truth, the truth that we need to downsize, telling the truth would have resulted in the inauguration of President McCain and VP Palin tomorrow.

If there are leaders out there suited for the times we live in, there is no way they could be elected President.

Not that I am not happy to see Bush go away and Obama replace him.

Regardless, I will use the mantra of Alan from Big Easy. Best Hopes for the Obama administration.

Ohhh. I see, this is leadership by....

Watch what I say and forget what I do.
My actions are not your actions.

Its called 'talking the walk but not walking the walk'. Its $#%^^&% bullshit.

Airdale-we now see the future by observing the present

Willa Cather, in either her novel O Pioneers or My Antonia, describes the scene of the crops being burnt from drought so that there is no hope of harvest. The farmer comes in the house and tells his young wife to pack a picnic. They pull the canned goods off the shelf and the family enjoys a hot summers day picnicing. Later the farmer tells his wife there will be no crop that year.

But he gifted his family that one summer's day picnic.

Who knows?