As we move into the final month of the year 2008 I keep looking up at my rooftop longingly.
Even with the extension of the solar tax credit which came as an unexpected bonus along with the $700 billion bailout and the big increase in how much you can claim, I still think dipping into my cash reserve to the tune of $29 grand for the up front cost of my solar system would be loony tunes at the moment – and with the economy putting us into this Not So Great Depression I’m not really interested in adding that much in debt in order to pay for my panels. Continue reading
(written on September 19)
The Kaweah Cottage we’ve been staying in was designed to accommodate solar panels. The Cottage is perfectly situated for unobstructed power generation and James Seligman, the owner and our host has everything – including the wiring – in place for a solar system – everything that is except the financing. It’s not going to be cheap, but eventually he’ll get it done. That’s just another thing James and I found we had in common.
I really enjoyed meeting James and getting to spend some time talking with him. He’s a righteous dude, a fellow Mac user, filmmaker, peace lover and progressive environmentalist, just like your pal the Creative Greenius. Continue reading
I’ve had it. Your Creative Greenius has reached his tipping point.
The more I learn about the latest news on climate change and how much time we really have left to do anything about it, the more I feel like like the late Italian political theorist, Antonio Gramsci, who wrote in his Gramsci: Letters from Prison,
“I’m a pessimist because of intelligence,but an optimist because of will.”
And it is that will that makes me declare that enough is enough, damn it. New evidence is presented every single day of the weekit’s time to act decisively now. But we are not living in sane times. We are living in the Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs era. that would convince any sane person that
With greenhouse gases pouring into the skies and building up faster than the deficit with each passing day; with the price of coalelectric rates soaring up up up across the country; and with sell-out lizard brain politicians pimping oil as they croak out, “Drill here! Drill now! Hell, drill my wife if it means I’ll get your vote!”; the Greenius is taking matters into his own hands and going solar.
I can’t wait any longer. It’s either go solar, or go postal and believe me, nobody wants a Rambo Greenius. I’m dangerous enough with a broom in my hands. Continue reading