North Pole Could be Ice-Free This Summer

The North Pole's ice may not break apart this summer - a first in human history.

Here I am, 61, born Green because I've always asked, "What if," and it turns out that there probably IS something to global warming. Life would have been better for me if I had not been asking myself those silly little questions about limits to growth, those Malthusian-Marxian-Darwinian questions before I had the intellectual ability to articulate these powerful ideas and others. Little did I know at 8 years old that my conjuring about the limits to growth in the Downey cemetary were setting a foundation for fundamental environmental analysis and ecological theory.

I wish Ruddy Devilla was still alive. I miss his skill with these things. Global Warming doesn't take much skill though, at least not much mental power for anyone with time in a green house. It's "no-brainer."

When I ran for office in 88 as a "Green," I did not bring Global Warming up because of the breadth-and-depth of cement headism in Orange County. "What's the point," I used to say to myself. Use something tangible as a Green issue, something like the loss of species' habitat and the long-term survival of species in the wild.

Then there were women's issues, which are obviously on the back-burner, judging by the ignorance of so many women that I have seen - - Breeders and couch sitters, besides those in destitute life-styles and still popping out the babies. 7 Billion humans will be on this planet in less than 15 years. So whose going to feed them? Whose going to house them? Whose going to give them jobs and thereby keep them off the streets? They sure as hell are not going to go into intellectual endeavors, or study technology, or avoid snake oil, trinkets, and bread and circuses. What a fat mess! They'll destroy what's left of wild nature.

What about water? Where's the clean water going to come from?

I had it right then, and I have it right now. The real issues are environmental. Terrorism is nothing new, and in a sense, terrorism has environmental roots, which I don't have time for now. I needed to get the link down. Ruddy I miss those conversations so much.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

HIV - Am I Infected?

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A Florida senior citizen,

A Florida senior citizen, 76, drove his brand new Corvette convertible out of the dealership.

Taking off down the road, he floored it to 80 mph, enjoying the wind blowing through what little hair he had left.

'Amazing,' he thought as he flew down I-75, pushing the pedal even more.

Looking in his rear view mirror, he saw the highway patrol behind him, blue lights flashing and siren blaring.

He floored it to 100mph, then 110, then 120.

Suddenly he thought, 'What am I doing? I'm too old for this,' and pulled over to await the Trooper's arrival.

Pulling in behind him, the Trooper walked up to the Corvette, looked at his watch and said,

'Sir, my shift ends in 30 minutes. Today is Friday. If you can give me a reason for speeding that I've never heard before, I'll let you go.'

The old gentleman paused. Then said,

'Years ago, my wife ran off with a Florida State Trooper. I thought you were bringing her back.'

'Have a good day, Sir, ' replied the Trooper.

Ultraviolet Light on the tiny and from the great and mighty.

One thing I enjoy about cleaning trauma scenes outdoors is the Sun's ultraviolet light. Toss a bloody, paper towel in the sunlight and bingo, those pesky micro-organisms sunburn to death. I am told that nothing kills micro-organisms in blood like light from the Sun, ultraviolet light. Judging from those sunburns I earned at the beach in my younger years, I have no doubt in the Sun's power to destroy my microscopic friends. In fact, I can recall the "bad kid" down the block toasting ants with sunlight. He focused the Sun's rays through the magnified glass and poof! Army's of tiny critters were innocently toasted by no fault of their own. The micro guys live in the dark by chance or design, and never live out of the dark by chance or design.

I guess that I've been lucky to clean in the high deserts of a number of southwester states. I've been burnt for sure, never toasted, though. Higher elevations allow more ultraviolet light to pass through the thin air, sunrise to sunset. Throw in the oven-dry, blowing wind and blood's crimson red turns volcanic black in minutes, wind or no wind. I have much respect for our Sun's ability to destroy life forms from 93 million miles away.

It is with great humility and awe that I read today about an ultraviolet light observation from an exploding supernovae. Imagine an exploding star producing the light of a million stars upon its extinction. Imagine that "The really cool thing about our observations is this light traveling ahead of the shock wave traveled through the star before it was destroyed."

It is all so great and grand, so dwarfing too. We are indeed tiny critters in a vary great and mighty place. We too can burn by no fault of our own. Check the pictures out: exploding supernovae.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Addiction

The below story from an anonymous writer is one of those stories that we read about far too seldom.

Drug addiction is monstrous, and I find that food addiction may come from the same place way down deep.

Addiction is in fact a big green monster buried deep within each of us. And maybe this metaphor is a little too colorful for the problematic reference to a Freudian unconscious state or the hypnotic trance states. In any case, as a metaphor it helps to explain that place in human consciousness that psychoanalysts have long suspected exists deep down. (And no, Skinner would not agree with any of this.)

So long as we keep it in check, we can manage in our world of temptations. Once loose, the temptations become trading posts between the green monster and the inner-most parts of our Being. Day by day we lose our reason to the green monster of addiction. We become a creature caught between pain and pleasure as the addiction monster trades pleasure for pieces of our humanness. We willingly and reluctantly sell-off our reason for swift moments of satiation.

"I have a website, wwwxyzanonymous.com, that I set up about a year ago. It is a lot of fun. I put it together, decided on which products to sell, do all of the advertising and contacting, and I love it! I never thought I would be able to do it. I was a meth addict for 16 years. I have been clean for 6 years (7 on September 25) and there was a time that I couldn't remember how many $1 bills to take back when I put a $5 in the collection plate at meetings. It was scary! Turns out I still have a brain cell or two left.

Since I got clean I went to school and got my AA degree and finished a medical records office assistant course. I got a couple of certificates, one in coding and one in transcription, and I chose transcription as a career. That's my "day job", even though I work swing shift. The website is growing slowly, which is how I want it right now. Although it is my passion, it is definitely not my main source of income. Yet. Someday I will take some business classes, probably set up another site or two, and hopefully grow a good retirement! That is the plan, anyway."

So here we have a success story in the Reason's counter-attack on addiction. There is something about humanity that deserves that second, even third chance. Because addiction is so powerful, proof is right outside the door, I'll do my part for combating the green monster wherever it appears, even inside me.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Biohazards: To preserve or to destroy?

I cannot come to the conclusion that it is better to preserve and transport a "bio-hazard" substance when it may be destroyed on-site.

Why anyone would cuddle a human pathogen is simply beyond me. We kill dangerous human beings when they enter our homes, so why not destroy dangerous biologicals when they enter our home?

But that's just me.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup

Psyops on steroids

A term to remember when explaining the Iraq war's propaganda campaign as broadcast by the US Government and monopoly media.

Eddie Evans
Crime Scene Cleanup