From our friend George Sarvis posted today on his blog, Stop Climate Crazies –
In this year when the climate crisis has stepped on the gas, throwing more and worse extreme weather events at everyone around the world, including especially Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma, and the more than 70 wildfires burning up the Northwest, including the iconic Columbia Gorge, the California State Senate, led by President Pro Tem Kevin De Leon, has introduced a historic climate change bill designed to turn our climate emissions around by requiring the State move to 100% renewable energy.
SB 100 accelerates the existing renewable energy targets to 60 percent RPS by 2030, and requires retail energy sellers to plan, model, and invest over the next 28 years to reach the 100% clean, zero carbon, and renewable energy target.
If you were with me last summer at Sunstock 2016 held on the Autry Museum field you know what a blast we had from start to finish. The best music. The best audience. The best vibe. Great food and drink. And all of it powered by the sun and the solar PV systems on site.
It was such a hit we’re doing it again, on Saturday Sept 9 with all new bands and a bitching new venue – the legendary and infamous The Magic Box, right in the heart of DTLA and mere steps from the Metro station.
And dig who’s playing the two stages at this year’s Sunstock:
Let’s all come together and shine our bright lights in unison at this year’s solar festival – I’m ready to party and shake my groove thing to kick off an epic #YearOfJoe and so are all these friends of mine in the video: Continue reading
Ladies and gentlemen your friendly neighborhood Greenius has hit the wall. I am dog tired.
And I’m cranky – angry even – I’ve got no patience left.
My lips no longer pucker to kiss politicians ass and I find that I can no longer suffer fools gladly.
I need a break, right now, before I snap.
So I’m finally taking one.
A year-long one.
A #YearOfJoe sabbatical.
Starting on my 60th birthday next month.
I’ve been talking about doing this for a long time now – ever since my colleagues at 350.org began taking 3 month long sabbaticals a few years ago and the whole notion of a sabbatical hit my radar screen. But it seemed pretty impossible once I became The Godfather of Community Choice Power in Los Angeles County – The Big Green Mafia Don as the wing nut fossil fuel lovers dubbed me.
I told everyone, that of course, I wouldn’t take all that time off, and I certainly couldn’t start in September, just because that’s when my birthday was. Especially not right now since we’re in crunch time when cities have to make their decisions, with the County pushing hard and pulling out all the stops to get all our South Bay Clean Power cities to join the County’s program (even though the County’s numbers don’t add up and their plan is the same old consultants’ scam, and dishonest politicians and their cronies are blowing smoke every time they open their mouthes, and who else but me could possibly stop them and make things right?) So, no way was I taking a year off. Maybe one day off every weekend, I decided.
Except my soul and spirit rebelled and I suddenly reached the exact moment where I just stopped giving a shit.
Completely and sweepingly.
About all of it.
The time came when I smelled the coffee and looked at myself and said to myself,
Trump patriots! Do NOT let the fake news keep you from seeing how GREAT we can make America again by staring directly at the sun on Monday! Don’t let liberals scare you with the hoax about it blinding you.
Remember to always do the opposite of what those left wing commies tell you to do.
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This is my love letter to Bonnie Raitt – the other woman in my life.
I am here in Santa Barbara with Deb, celebrating our 35th wedding anniversary, having driven up the coast 100 miles from our home in Redondo Beach to see Bonnie play at the Santa Barbara Bowl.
Bonnie doesn’t know I’m here. I didn’t let her know I was coming. Didn’t even send her a text or leave a voicemail.
Even if I had it wouldn’t have made any difference. She wouldn’t care, believe me. How could she? Continue reading
Out of the darkness, comes the light! Be there and shine with us!
Your Creative Greenius loves him some Cults
You KNOW I dig Kaki King…
In fact, there has NEVER been a greater, more talented, more entertaining musical line up than Sunstock!
I’ve lived in my house in Torrance, California for 23 years now. Been in L.A. since I was 19 years old in 1976, back when then Governor Brown was telling us that we were “living in an era of diminished expectations.” He always was so ahead of the curve…
Like I say, I live in Torrance, home of the exploding Exxon Mobil refinery where our Air Quality Management District just gave the refinery operators exemptions to exceed pollution limits while they restart the aging climate wrecker back up.
I was at the meeting where they cut the deal and I had this to say about that: Continue reading
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
There’s an old joke that most of us baby boomers first heard when we were kids. Here’s the version I remember hearing in New Jersey:
A man goes on vacation and his brother agrees to housesit for him — feeding the cat, picking up the newspapers and mail, watering the plants, etc. After the first week goes by the vacationing brother phones to check in.
“I’m sorry bro,” his brother at the house tells him almost immediately, “but your cat died.”
“What!? What do you mean my cat died?! How could you tell me like this? What kind of insensitive creep are you!? You need to prepare someone for a shock like that!” exclaims the vacationing brother.
“How was I supposed to prepare you?” asks the man.
“Well,” says the brother, “first you should have told me, the cat is on the roof. Then you should have said, but don’t worry, we’re calling the fire department. Then the next time I called in to check you should have said, the fire department was doing everything it could and not to worry.
Then the next time I called you could tell me that the cat had fallen, but not to worry — the vet was doing everything she could to resuscitate him. Then, finally, after all that, you could have told me, my cat had died. That’s how you break news like that.”
“You’re right, bro, I’m sorry. I should have been more sensitive first,” said the housesitting brother, who really did feel bad about it at this point.
His vacationing brother on the phone was quickly forgiving, “That’s okay. I understand. So anyway, how’s everything else? How’s mom doing?”
“Mom?” says the man, “Mom is on the roof….”
Guess what? Right now, here in 2008 the cat is on the roof for global warming. Continue reading