Saturday, July 17, 2010

Sigh.

Have been going through a bit of an emotional time again. Struggling to get equilibrium back - the melancholies are hard to unwrap from one's head sometimes.

They tell us the oil deluge has been stopped. They now wait, test, and wait to see if it will hold. One report states that the well is 14,000 feet into the bottom of the sea which is also a mile down. Even man can push the limits of even the earth. Why should I be surprised that man can also push the limits of another man? Speaking in broad terms - the word "men."

My painting is stalled in the midst of the melancholies and I not feeling up to par in the body as well as emotions.

Grandson and I are scheduled to go on a two week vacation out of state and I shiver a little thinking of the long travel times and convoluted connections with this particular trip. Perhaps a change of scenery will help. I hope I am not fooling myself about my stamina. He is supposed to be on the internet looking for places to see and things to do, but is preferring to watch TV.

I have been able to continue with Curves (cardio strength training for women). Though I love feeling stronger in the muscles, I am reminded three times a week just how much I hate exercise! Have aggravated a knee - but the whole program is so flexible, I can work around aches and pains and bad days. If this is what I must do to slow aging and stay reasonably healthy, I must.

Another art show is coming up in September and I am getting prints made of a few paintings and some cards. That is exciting because it brings up possibilities for other materials; cards, smaller prints, etc. I MUST paint as doors are opening! Now, the continual artist's bane- will it sell?

With the prints, my "babies" - the ones that are emotionally meaningful can stay with me.

So, I have nothing more exciting to say.

Friday, July 09, 2010

Nightmare in Paradise



Painting "Blood on the Water" done by Rod Obe - about 25 years ago. It is interesting to me that the rust color floating on our water looks like blood.




Disasters come in many forms - I have read about oil "spills," and visited California beaches and wondered at the oily film on the water as far back as 25 years ago. I have been through three hurricanes, of various intensity, even one that claimed about five to six years of our area's life in cleanup and restoration and over 100 residents' lives. I have been through snow storms that buried houses across the street from me, and read of tsunamis and earthquakes and seen pictures of the devastation from those types of disasters.

I have never seen anything like this.

Fisherman speak into the reporter's microphones, holding up blackened powdery oysters saying that the oysters are gone and it will take at least three years to grow more, that is IF the water were clean. Our water may never be clean or friendly to life again as no one knows how long the puncture in our earth's crust that is allowing this science fiction sized deluge to pour forth will continue. Some estimate if the deluge is stopped today, perhaps ten years for clean up, but there is secrecy and lies and speculation. BP has effectively killed off a huge fishing and tourist industry and before this is over, if not stopped soon, most, if not all, of the marine life in the Gulf of Mexico. The potential exists that it could eventually affect the Caribbean and the Eastern Seaboard of the U.S.

I have pictures on my cell phone from a trip grandson and I made to a favorite fishing pier. It is roped off, equipment marring the coast line - metal "booms" - and a guard to make sure no one gets too close to the whole scenario which is clouded with secrecy and $40,000 fines and Class A Felony charges if one passes a certain demarcation too close to "clean up" efforts. Yet everything within sight is still, no one is there but the guard. We can swim in, wade through, and cleanup the mess when it hits our backyards though.

The President meets in secret (to my knowledge, no public or press allowed) with the military and the County Commissioners. People work in the "clean up" without proper protective gear, with few, if any, long term studies on the effects of exposure to the oil, the fumes, and the chemicals that have been released into the Gulf of Mexico.

It is like something out of an Orwellian scene to see the long lines of people whose incomes have gone to nothing from the spill standing in lines and picketing, hopeful that BP will hire them to clean up BP's mess for a whopping $10.00 and hour! Yes, I know, in our destroyed economy that is at least enough to feed one's family.

No one has the answers of what will happen, or speaks of it anyway, as this stuff moves into our wetlands, our waterways and seeps underground through the porous limestone soil base in this area into our drinking water and into water we use to irrigate and cook and bathe. Maybe they have the answers, but that is another secret no one wants to talk or think about.

I watched a video made by a resident of the area, and BP's idea of beach clean up in this case is clearly shown - in early morning hours, a bulldozer moves down the beach, pushing sand over the top of the oil and I wonder how many times can this be done before our beaches become a toxic waste dump - is the answer already obvious? They already are toxic waste dumps. The oil is obviously toxic and we don't have clear information exactly what chemicals are coming ashore with the oil. We know large measures of methane and benzene are included. One of the videos shows the surf boiling like water in a pot on the stove.

Where were the inspectors, where was any ounce of integrity with the company? Did anyone ask any questions as one of the, if not the largest deep water well in the world, if not this hemisphere cracked into the earth's core? When an exception to having a tight plan in the case of a "spill" was granted when the permit was issued? An alarm was not sounded when BP's top executive reportedly sold off his shares about a week before the explosion. Or Goldman Sachs reportedly divested its holdings in the company before the explosion.

It is reported that now there are 17,000 wells in the Gulf of Mexico, off the shores, that have been capped off since the 1940's. These wells have the potential of blowing at any time as they are not inspected to make sure the caps are holding according to one investigative report. I posted a map of the amount of wells in the Gulf, the yellow dots marking the wells are almost wall to wall for miles.

A politician, a senator from Louisiana, states on TV that she has accepted thousands of dollars from BP for her campaigns up to two weeks before the oil spill. And sees nothing wrong with that while being involved in overriding the President's ban on offshore drilling. A law is passed by our politicians that corporations will not be limited in amounts they can give to politicians and their campaigns. Have we lost our country to greed, to money mongers? I can't remember for sure, but the amounts may have amounted to hundreds of thousands the politician had accepted.

In the U.S., we have become the proverbial frog in the pot - never questioning, never researching, never caring as long as we are comfortable, what the long term consequences are of our blind obedience to our comfort and big money, in this case oil corporations which have become a world economy, thus controlling our lives. We deride, at the worst, or ignore scientific findings of what is happening to the planet we call home. ("We" being the majority of the population.)



My heart is sick - I am one person, a half healthy retired grandma, I am not an organizer, not even sturdy enough to pick up a sign and go stand in protest in the 100 degree heat for a day, I long to throw myself in front of the bulldozers, but "H" tells me I could cost our family the loss of our home and my presence because of the penalties and not make a difference anyway.

BUT, I have become passionate where I can - I recycle, I compost, I change to energy efficient light bulbs, gather my errands into one day to minimize use of fossil fuel, I am writing people who send catalogs and junk mail, and tell them to stop. I do what I can in my tiny sphere of influence. And I shout out what I see, what I think. I show my grandson the horrors of what has happened - a sea holocaust- and tell him, "remember!" Maybe he will be the scientist who makes a difference, an honest politician, a geologist, an environmentalist. I post on Facebook the obvious truths of what is happening to our planet and face ridicule and anger from people I thought were my friends. I don't care, alarm after alarm has been sounded and we (including myself) go on as if the air we breathe, the water we drink, the planet we live on will go on the same forever. It won't.

Yes, I am heartbroken. Scared. And angry. Not just because the most beautiful landscape our area has to offer as been irrevocably ruined, but because we (our society's way of life, our corporations, and many of our politicans) are killing our planet, our creatures, and ultimately ourselves. Thanks for listening! It is my heart for people to realize that this disaster is not just here in the South, but the same bomb is ticking, is lurking in the waters all around the world, with the potential for the same type of disaster to cover the earth with blood covered water. Water is life - our body is 70% water!


Monday, July 05, 2010

Beautiful Caribbean











Lost in fits of nostalgia tonight - between a reality turned dream, a collision of senses, of touching heaven, while being part of the landscape, intertwined with it in love, raucous night sounds of tropical paradises, barking of hungry dogs who also have a full night of experiences, frogs and lizards to chase, biting insects and the smells of ganja in the air, and outdoor cooking and curries, the sounds of soft rain daily and nightly, waking at four a.m. and walking naked through the bedroom courtyard staring at the moon and stars, monkeys eyes silently wondering about this crazy stranger - I don't want to wake up, but I must! I don't know where home is. Is it where I put my feet? Oh, the heart takes much longer to settle to "home" and sometimes it settles immediately, were I an eagle, a whale, I would turn southward.




Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Organization, Clutter, and Hemingways




What does organization have to do with martini's at Hemingway's? Well - - - I have this personality quirk. I am never at peace to have fun or do something enjoyable like paint or read or play unless "my work is done." The work consists usually of a serene, clean living space. If I have ten thousand errands to run - well, that is not included in my procrastination guilt.
I have tried bigger houses. If they are REALLY big, like the wonderful two story house with walk in attic I lived in in Iowa once, it's easy. But then I did not have much then either. Moving up from a small apartment to this house - I thought I had all the room of a magic kingdom. But, no, it is packed full. Yes, I am frustrated. And I have sorted and dispersed of a lot of STUFF in the last year. But not enough.
Looking at my super organized friend, I realize that her income level allows her to purchase the perfect storage solutions. Aside from that, she tells me she is merciless in getting rid of clutter. Unfortunately the other people that also occupy this space doin't want me messing with their "stuff." Heck, I can barely mess with my own "stuff."
It usually goes like this. I straighten the place up. Someone brings more in and stacks it up - usually it is thrown on the surfaces in the kitchen as the kitchen is the front part of the house. This is a thrice daily cleanup. Every surface in my house is covered with clutter. Some of it useful clutter - there are three categories really - useful clutter that I have no storage for, trash clutter, and in between where one can't really decide what kind of clutter it is.
When I went to Wyoming - I bought a few things and relaxed with a big sigh! No clutter. I created a lovely, sunny restful space. Devoid of people, true - so is the trade off worth it? I don't know. Probably not. But then, my mother, with her generous heart began to get knick knacks, kitchen ware, etc., etc. from the used stores and as lovely as her gifts were, I didn't NEED them, but I have no boundaries so I accepted them. And my "H" began to send me books, etc. Media clutter. My place became another paragon of clutter. Surely there is a self help group somewhere for people who are cluttered to death by love? I'm sure there is some weird psychological thing going on here.
So what do martini's and Hemingway's have to do with this? Escape, wonderful, relaxing, enjoyable escape. And I don't feel a bit guilty after one martini.
So, what I am doing now is closing down this post and uncluttering my study as much as possible, not thinking of what I HAVE to do, but just doing something. Thank you, self, for inspiration to declutter. To the best of my resources anyway.
By the way, Hemingways makes the BEST margarita with Grand Marnier and they are HUGE - and exquisite.
Hemingways is right on the Gulf - soundside, and has a fabulous view - it's large, but intimate, fun, and honors of course, the author, Ernest Hemingway - whose work I love. The food is reasonably priced and exquisite. It was packed as was the Boardwalk from which the Blues were being sung and hundreds of people were out walking around, enjoying the Gulf Coast beauty. Still, we were all aware of the water so cruelly poisoned.
Still, for a while, I forgot about my war with clutter.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Busy but Lazy

My least favorite kind of painting - portrait. I took on this one because I felt as if I had something to learn from her - Lillian Moyer - and I believe I found it - however not satisfied with painting - will go on the wall for staring at until I figure out what is wrong - perhaps someday I'll see her in person and be able to finish it.

Lst night's sunset. It has been raining and raining since the Oil Deluge in the Gulf. Perhaps the sky is mourning - after all, it receives a portion of the ocean and rains it back - who knows. Last nights' was stunning - the picture doesn't do it justice.

Grandson and I went to the Interactive Monkey King exhibit at the Museum of Art. Tuesday afternoons are free, and I was delighted to find out an exhibit of Matisse's books was there, as well as some of Salvador Dali's works. What a treat!



My own monkey king!



In the morning I was greeted by a rainbow. Rainbows have become very meaningful to me this year - I see them everywhere!
Tired today - on the downside of my energy cycles - was flying high, then crashed. Afternoon naps have been yummy. Our 90 F plus temps and humidity have been a bit much, not wanting to go outside and I have yard work today to do, yag. If I were 20 years younger, it would be be but a mere two hours work. "H" has been promising for two months, and he finally got the compost and the mulch and now I'm going on day 4 of thinking if its going to get done, I better get out there. No, I'm not out there. Don't like the thought of dog days of summer beginning in June!



Monday, June 21, 2010

Pets and Miscellaneous

Cat waiting for dinner.
My dog, Guido.

This is a satellite pic of how many oil rigs are in the Gulf of Mexico. Who would've thought!



My daughter's dawg.


Sunday, June 20, 2010

Trip to Beach to See for Myself

Looks pristine!

Sifting sand...........

Setting up for cleanup - four semi trucks parked on beach, airconditioned tent set up, and smaller sun covers lined the beach as the workers sifted sand with what looked like kitchen colanders. Shovels full of sand were dumped into the colanders, sifted, and checked for signs of oil invasion.
We were told this particular beach was clean. It was hot - the heat index well over 100 degrees F. My grandson will be working on the cleanup down in Gulf Shores in a plastic hazmat (hazardous materials) suit.
The newspaper today reported that the methane gas emitted from the leakage is very high and potentially dangerous. We are told we can eat fish from areas not banned, if "they aren't coated with oil." I don't think I'll be eating anything from the Gulf for a while. Maybe a long time.
Most of us along the coast are extremely stressed to say the least. The anger is subsided and the danger of hopelessness has set in. The President was here and met with the military and the County Commissioners - however, citizens and the press were banned from the meetings, according to the reports.
I'm trying to assess and see if I have enough energy to volunteer - feeling angry that I wouldn't get paid for British Petroleum's lack of concern for warning signs and resulting mess, yet feeling responsible to do something - none of us asked for it, but its here, so what do we do! Often its not what happens to us that matters in the long run, but what we do in regard to the consequences. I guess I can call and see what happens. It seems difficult sometimes to just get the housework done and meals on the table and take care of myself. Other times I'm on top of the world. The world needs steadiness, reliability, not maybe I can, maybe I can't.
Well, a beautiful sunset outside - like rainbows - it is reminding me that the world is still moving on in its cycles - perhaps with lots more struggle, like our own personal struggles, but we are still moving on.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Upclose Oil Invasion

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I am refusing to use the word "spill" - a spill is a glass of milk, water - not a million gallons per day of a hazardous substance. This is a friend of Chuck's dock and backyard - this is not ON the Gulf - its gone beyond the Gulf.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Pictures of the oil Spill in Gulf Shores Alabama Day 1

This was the first wash up - the ones after this are accumulative - we had some of the most, if not the most beautiful, pristine beaches in the world. Satellite pics confirm layers and layers - some 15 feet thick of oil in the Gulf. Pictures before the spill record numerous dead zones for some years now in the Gulf.

About Town

Downtown Market - Grandson and I like to go on Saturdays for fresh organic locally grown produce, to look at the art, and various craftsmen's creations.

Grandson's 13th birthday.

Hanging out with Romeo Guido. What a sweet pea, gentle, sweet - a good companion.
Soooo tired - daughter and I went on a trip to Huntsville, Alabama. It was a good trip but oh, my, so tired. Going to take a nap so I can cook supper!


Friday, June 04, 2010

The Embrace


Today I realized something. I am afraid at times. Today I throw away the stories I have told myself about growing old. They are lies of fear.


The new possibility I invent starting today is that of embracing the rest of my life.


In celebration, I have hula hooped in the middle of Toys R Us.


Tonight I climbed to the top of the Jungle Gym at the park and took a picture of the sunset. I am 65 and I climbed that sucker! With ease. Carefully, of course.
Tonight I research for the next painting and go deep into the spirit world to seek what I need to know of a woman's history. Yesterday I made a marketing plan. I am focused and unafraid.
The evil blackness floating in our Gulf will be a flag to the world to stop being stupid and blind and to open the world's eyes to alternative means of energy that is renewable and clean.
New possibilities.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Latest Painting

For those who aren't Facebookin' it, here is the latest painting I've finished. I've named him Chicken Bone George, however, thanks to a perceptive friend, I've realized there is a lot more to roosters than their looks! I would share all of the meanings of a rooster, but for quite a few months Blogspot won't let me cut and paste anything!



Not much else news - oh, yes there is. April, May, and June - a plethora of birthdays, Mothers' Day and Fathers' Day. I am buying presents galore this time of year. Or, it seems like it anyway.



The last two years, our dry cooler spring season has disappeared in favor of hot humid weather which heretofor usually appeared around the middly of July through September. So it is rain and more rain.



Also, I've joined "Curves" - a franchise with weight resistance machines that puts you through a workout in 1/2 hour. My back was spasming again and always the numb feet, so I thought, "Well, I've done everything else, why not?" So three times a week, I go for a vigorous sweaty workout and I LOVE it! In fact am going there in a few minutes. It did help and a side benefit is my body is firming up and waist reappearing. After age 40, it is hard to keep a waist, I've found - unless one is a smoker and smoking is not an option for me because of health issues although I love it so.



What else is new? The garden is growing nicely - except for the tomatoes out back. I definitely need those square foot garden spaces that we have "been going to build" for two years now to get any produce!



Oil Spill - silly term that is. Very serious still - some estimates of 1,000,000 gallons per day spewing into the oceans, Gulf of Mexico. Many jobs dependent on tourism and fishing are lost, gone. Scientists are saying that accumulated gasses from the oil that is deeper under water is very toxic, and people along the coast in Louisiana reporting coughs and nausea. There is a reason the cleanup workers are trained in Hazardous Materials and suited up. I'm glad my grandson was not able to take the job because of school. It doesn't pay particularly well to risk one's health - $12.00 an hour, with a requirement to work 80 hours per week.



Gloomy predictions of hurricane hitting this area, could push the oil up into the bayous, marshes, waterways, shorelines. Yet, the government shaved quite a bit off the mandatory evacuation map leaving more people and homes at risk. My question is, what about methane filled water in a 20 foot hurricane surge and 120-150 mph winds coming on shore, breaking gas lines - BOOM - huge fires! Whole subdivisions and lines and lines of condos on shore burning down. Worst case scenario? Yes - but isn't this oil spill with no idea of how to stop it or clean it up really, a worst case scenario? It is!

Ok, folks, I'm off to Curves - have a good day whereever you are - but remember the Gulf, please - many predictions are that this could extend clear to the Caribbean - some of those islands are perpendicular to Central America - this is huge and no end in sight!

School out the end of this week, I am excited to spend time with grandson!

My organizing, cleaning has slowed - but I feel renewed energy to begin again. "H" is going to have a storage unit for canvases built for me which will aleviate my angst in the art studio/study. Yay, hurry!


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Last Weekend, ADD (Art, Dog, & Daughter)

Not the most desirable positioning, but no where else to hang them, and they looked good to me hanging there - it was a hot, humid night - but fun - so fun


Oldest daughter and our new dog, Romeo Guido Bassetto. Yes, he's spoiled. Yes, the cats are uppity about this. We had a fun Saturday, going to a Mexican restaurant with light, delicious food and lying in bed watching movies.

Part of my garden.




I did this kitty kat for a pet clothing website - drew it in Freehand program. I wonder if I can remember how to use it! Just installed it in the laptop along with Dreamweaver.


A photographer thought it was the cutest thing ever - the paintbrush in one hand and the martini glass in the other and he sent me the photos he took. He is a fabulous photographer -
his work can be seen in Flikr.com - Pat Hayes. Yep, I was pretty relaxed.
Thinking of life three, four, five years ago, I am having an extreme attack of an attitude of gratitude!



Thursday, May 20, 2010

Much Going On . . .

Reward after a day of rain. (also known as why I love Florida!)

Don't ever put hot chocolate pudding in plastic cups.
Above, getting ready for art show. Below: Happy 16th!

Birthday party for grandaughter:

Gathering with friends - no I didn't do the paintings here:

Paintings will hang at back of bar in courtyard:

Working on this one but he won't make it in time for show:





Ok - second attempt to post! I've been extremely busy - fell into an art show which will happen tomorrow night down at our semi annual Gallery Night. I had been painting so it worked out good, but now my back is soooo bad from sitting, but I know it passes with a couple days in bed watching movies.
So far in the last two months, I've been to the West Indies, had two family birthday parties, a wonderful Mother's Day, my sister's visit (soooo wonderful), a sudden art show to prepare for - and..........what else ---- my back hurting so bad, I thought, maybe if I work on strengthening it -
I have joined "Curves" - weight machine circuit for women (adjustable for old women, haha) and my energy came back - and I do feel better after only one session. Can't wait until tomorrow - or maybe I'll go in later today as I have to go to hardware store for "S" hooks to hang paintings. Figure if I quit drinking "expensive" coffee which I should drink just water anyway except for a treat, I can pay for it.
So, what else: I have a new puppy - Romeo Guido Bassetto - so far he is working out good - actually I am babysitting, but falling in love. He's an older dog.
What else: Gatherings with friends!
What else: I had to quit drinking alcohol - was having way too much fun but also gaining weight and not feeling really well, haha. But it was all good while it lasted. "H" thinks I'm real fun when I'm tipsy.
So much more but I have to check on you guys and then get back to painting before paints dry out, than quit for afternoon so I will be able to walk -
Pura Vida!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

What, No Nevermore?


I am such a negligent blogger - and so apologize to everyone. This next week is not going to be much better - just got a late position in the circuit on our town's twice a year Gallery Night - I will be hanging my work at a courtyard restaurant, tapas bar, gallery - downtown not this Friday, but next! Also the owner requested I stay on the spot and paint his courtyard as a demo for people coming in. I can do that! I am finishing five paintings which I've totally goofed on for a couple of years, and then I want to paint two more, a chicken and a house - - - don't know if I'll make it.
The above painting is a vision I had when staying in the West Indies - the dogs with white hair and golden eyes and the blood veins and cells and energy within - - - pleased with how it turned out - if it sells, I will cry - no I will laugh and paint another.
So, I have to vacuum and then start painting - painting 24 hours straight except for four hour nap two days ago to do this one - my back is better, but complaining about the sitting.....
Happy May everyone - don't know how oil spill is coming, but news from British Columbia friends say that it may be a catalyst to keep drilling out of their area in question and hopefully the same movements will begin world-wide in regard to offshore drilling and responsible energy policies. BP has been offering free gas here - as one of my friends, says, how about free shrimp, turtles, and clean water?

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Waiting


I haven't watched much news, but it looks like the Gulf Coast Oil Disaster is more toward Louisiana. Currents and winds will influence it. Speculation is that it could possibility go into the Mississippi River. Some reports said as far as Key West.
They did plug the small hole, but the amount of oil, 200,000 gallons per day spewing into the Gulf was not reduced. Rumors are the "dome" will be in soon - a matter of days.
People are fishing - for the last clean fish - businesses are trembling - as are those of us who insist on buying local when possible and enjoy playing in the water and feeling like our drinking water is somewhat clean of oil (for now) and the eco-system fairly intact. Somehow the idea of eating fish shipped in from Thailand does not excite me.
So, yes, I do still live in Paradise, only it has been dirtied with repercussions that will last for years. Next time I hear someone say "Drill, baby, drill," I will probably throw up on them.
On a more happy note, my sister and I had so much fun - she said she had the best vacation ever in her life, and that is cool, because we usually go visit my mother and do not take vacations. I felt as if I've had two - the trip to the West Indies, and the week my sis was here - we were crazy, drinking, laughing, talking, crying, talking about lost loves, bad marriages, being kids, teenagers, oh, we covered everything that we cover every time we are together and more!
So, now somewhere reality is going to set in. I have quit drinking, and though I asked for an intervention, it was judged that if I had to ask for one, I most likely didn't need one. And I've started a fast one day a week, then partially two more days. Hopefully that'll get me back on track. My back is messed up again, so I'm down in bed often when it gets unbearable. But that will end.
In the meantime, we, including the birds, keep our eyes turned out to sea.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Our Coast Sits Shrouded


Oil Spill in the Gulf.

Our coast sits shrouded in gray clouds, mist, and the wind is wailing as if a funeral has many groups of professional and otherwise wailers trailing above the earth as the pelicans, gulls, and seabirds sit on the rocks, still and silent and pointing out to the sea knowing that evil comes slithering closer.

So, the assurances of the 70's about the one in a billion chances of these things happening with off shore drilling are a gruesome joke haunting us from the past.

We drove to the beach today. People were out in droves - most of us desperate to experience our shores in their relatively (not completely) clean state before the slick of oil arrives. Fishermen on the fishing bridge to Gulf Breeze hoping to see the last live fish for a long long time. I think of the dolphins that swam up and down the waterway at the restaurant we went to last Thursday.

Projections of 30 years of serious eco-system damage, not too mention what will be happening to our drinking water, tourism, housing values, a long list could follow - - - -

Drill, baby, drill. Yeh. We all weep with pain on the Gulf Coast this week.

And we are supposed to believe mankind is too stupid to develop alternatives to fossil fuels. The world's oil based economy will not tolerate alternatives. For how much longer?