(First written 11/29/06)
We’ve been feeling the cold. It’s unseasonably chilly in sunny California, perhaps an effect of global climate change. Living in Clemmie, the weather conditions are right in our face, we can’t ignore them like one can in a house. The rain dances noisily on the roof, the wind rock us around like a baby, and despite the best efforts of our heating system the cold seeps in everywhere. Water vapor condenses on windows and walls, and mildew follows behind.
Made me think that, in terms of energy, heating needs have got to have greater priority than transportation or plastic packaging. A hundred years from now, when the oil is gone, maybe we’ll all live in little villages and do our “transportation” through the ether. With a camera and big screen in the living/dining room, we sit down to share virtual Thanksgiving dinners with our distant dear ones. Private cars have long since gone the way of the dinosaur, and if we need to go somewhere we use our legs or public transportation. Most of our living and working happens right in our little community. We get social enjoyment from our neighbors, food is all sold in bulk, there are no more shopping malls, and with all the “found” time previously spent stressed-out driving madly around (on average, Americans spend 100 hours a year just commuting), everyone is a helluva lot happier. Sounds pretty good to me.