Category Archives: Weather +Climate

Movement Backwards?

Winter   Waning Wolf Moon

At the Woolly meeting last Monday I said it encouraged me that a movement had begun to build that saw protecting the environment as a priority personally and politically.  Then I read the Pew and Rasmussen polls that said support for renewables and work against climate change has softened over the last six months to a year.

That contradicts my statement and made me sit back a moment.  Of course, one way to interpret that data takes into account the sudden, severe shock that the financial crisis has dealt our country and so many families within it.  With immediate peril something abstract and seemingily distant could have less priority.  I imagine that’s part of it.

Another possibility fingers the cynical disinformation crowd that works so hard to discredit the science.  They hope confusion and doubt will cause people to back away from the issue or at least set it down as one to complicated to consider.

The cold winter (.22 degrees above average according to Paul Douglas this morning) and thickening of the Arctic sea ice has affected some people.

Whatever the reason I do know that I have met more and more people who have dedicate serious amounts of time and energy and wealth to moving this country in the direction of Thomas Berry’s Great Work:  making sure we see in our lifetime the transition from a malign human presence on the earth to a benign one.  Whether an increasing movement or not, I’ve thrown my lot in with them and choose to remain there as long I have health and time.  Numbers do not now and have not ever determined truth.

Inaugration Day. Bright, Sunny. Cold

Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

The day has begun well.  Sunshine comes from a sky with cirrus clouds, a nice break after the cloudy weather.

Today Obama becomes the 44th president of the United States.  After our discussion last night at the Woollies, I realize I do run on a different political path than most.  The politics I care most about happen because citizens, folks like you and me, make them happen: neighborhood economic development, movement toward single payer health plans and initiatives that promote a sustainable human presence on mother earth.

The players in Washington create the atomsphere in which local politics occur.  That is, a president like George Bush can make federal level policy and bureaucratic administration so obstructive that local politics become shoring up of dikes, attempts to stave off catastrophe in poor communities or in rivers and streams, woodlands and lakes.  In the best case a president like Obama can make local politics the art of adapting federal level initiatives to particular places, particular situations while continuing the local political level work that has no federal equivalent.

Whether Obama can turn the great ship US Bureaucracy and Law very far from its collision course with the natural world remains to be seen.  Presidents don’t matter much to me unless, as in George W. Bush’s case and Ronald Reagan’s, they ignore science, shove aside the poor and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t matter.   Yes, they entangle us in wars and produce fiscal policy that either mainline’s greed or provides reasonable checks and balances, and, yes, these matters are of crucial importance to certain people in certain situations; but my day to day reality, the politics of economic justice and the politics of sound ecology, must go forward no matter what the national government does.

So, I hope Obama will prove helpful in some way, but I’m not counting on it.  We still have to push the Clean Car initiatives and Mining without Harm.  Programs to help folks get back to work have to get money from somewhere.  Affordable housing has to get built.

In my youth I believed, along with many of my contemporaries, that a mass movement could push the federal government into stopping a war, creating a just economic society and dismantling racial barriers.  Now I understand that it is much more important to keep on working at the local level, doing those things that are necessary to  move what can be moved.  Why?  Because anticipating the federal government will, with a single whoosh, solve a problem is like imagining Daddy can come and solve everyone of your problems.  Can Dad help?  Sure.  But only if you’re ready and able to receive help.  That’s the local politics.  And it goes on whether Richard Nixon or Bill Clinton is in office, Ronald Reagan or Jimmy Carter, and, yes, George W. Bush or Barack Obama.

Brooding Over the Landscape

Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

(note:  Weather reporting has moved to the Star-Tribune WeatherBlogs and my two weather websites, all of these have links under Andover Weather + on the right hand side bar.)

Last night I watched a bit of the Ravens and the Steelers.  As a Midwesterner my sympathies were with the rust bucket team from the Steel City.  They won. Now I have a half-hearted dog in the superbowl.  No, wait.  That was Michael Vick.  Anyhow.

Weather has become unremarkable.  Ordinary, garden variety winter in gray clothes, brooding over the landscape.  Though the temperature is more bearable, 10 degrees feels quite nice, the weather itself has taken on a dull tone.  We like variety here in the Upper Midwest and  our position in the center of North America gives it to us.  There are no mountains or oceans here to mediate or moderate; we get what rolls down from the north or blows up from the Gulf or over from the west.

We thrive on change.  When the weather becomes dull, it throws us back on other projects like work or chores.  Come on sky!

I wrote four pages yesterday on Red Earth, my first person account of what it was like to become Adam.  More today.

Of late, I’ve begun waking up at 6:00 AM.  I do not want to get up until 7:00 AM, that’s the whole point of my new routine.  At least for now I’ve chosen to lie there and think.   It’s quiet, I’m fully rested and an hours worth of thought seems a useful way to occupy myself until 7:00 AM.

Now onto the mind of Adam.

Out of the House. At Last.

7  steep fall 30.38  ENE2  windchill 7  Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

Spent a morning at the museum.  The first time I got out of the house since Monday. Thanks to telecommuting I did committee work for the Sierra Club on Monday and Wednesday, research each day.  So this cold snap came and went with my outside experiences limited to snow blowing, shoveling, paper and mail retrieving.  It got cold.  -28 this morning at 8AM.

Starting Monday on the Star-Tribune Weatherblog page you will find me under Twin Cities Metro.  I got a sneak peek at the site today and it looks very professional.  This will be in addition to the Citizen Weather Observer Program webpage and the Davis Weatherlink webpage that take live-feed from my station.  I think I do have some instrument adjustment issues to iron out and come connectivity with the CWOP folks, but otherwise we pump info out into the public datastream every five minutes or less 24/7.  Another techno advantage.

The second graders I had today at the museum were bright, engaged kids.  But.  They recognized George Washington but did not know who he was.  One girl wondered if George Washington was G. W. Bush’s father.  The three African-American kids did not know where Africa was.  I sat with them and tried to get a few facts installed, but I had so little time with them.  I love second graders though, they were so eager.  So willing.  If only the world would not beat up on them, they could overcome this knowledge deficit.

Kinetic Energy Verrrry Slllloowww

-25 falls 30.60  ENE0 wchill -25  winter

Waning Wolf Moon

Cold.  Colder.  Coldest.  -27 when I got up this morning.  Now that’s cold.  Today, for the first time in this cold snap I have to go into the city, another 2nd grade VTS tour.  I also have to get gas.  Don’t look forward to that.  Ouch.  Gotta gas for the snowblower, too.  You never know, it might warm up and snow big time.  Not predicted though.

According to rumor, the Startribune weatherblogs go live on Monday.  I will be among them so click on the Trib weather blogs if you want to see weather reporting from Andover.  My CWOP postings have been sporadic.  I don’t know why.  My data logger keeps my weather website up justs fine, so it’s something in the CWOP servers.  Over the weekend I plan to work on it.

My in box is basically empty.  Now I have to start filling it up again.  I have to write another legislative update on Sunday for Sierra Club folks who follow the political end of the Great Work. I want to get back to writing full time.  He says again.  But this time I mean it.

Housebound and Loving It.

-15  rising 30.65 WSW0 wchill -15   Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

My work with the Sierra Club’s political and legislative committee’s have lead me to a group of folks who really understand the political process.  They are focused, goal oriented and work hard.  They write bill language, round up authors and co-authors, supporters from both parties.  The grass roots support gets rallied when needed for a push.  I’m lucky to be in this process.  I’ll learn a lot. (and I thought I knew a lot.)

I now Twitter, blog for the Star-Tribune weatherblogs (if they ever go live.) and write this blog.  Once in a while I get on facebook and myspace.  I’m not a true child of this age though because I have resisted thus far the allure of cell-phone e-mail and internet.  But.  I do have a cell phone.

I’ve not left the house since Monday.  I have been outside to blow the snow, take out the trash and get the mail.  But that’s it.  The really cold stuff should break over the weekend.  I do have two tours on Friday, so I’ll get out into it then.

Cold and Tired

“Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.” – William Butler Yeats

We can use all the heat we can get here tonight.  We’re 8 degrees cooler than we were last night and it was -22 when I got up.

Just a note to say the Senate committee meeting by TV worked fine, but it wore me out.  2 hours of watching, then an hour doing a summary for Michelle.  Tired tonight.

Traveling By Television

-6  steep fall 30.26  E1  windchill -8  Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

Boy do I feel good.  I recalled that some legislative meetings are webcast, broadcast, or taped.  Turns out the one I need to cover will be on Channel 17 at 3pm or I can watch it live on the web.  God, you gotta love technology.  Normally, I’d head into the capitol anyhow just to get the feel of the place, but the hassle of really cold weather and a long drive, capped with a return trip in rush hour makes the couch a much more sensible option.

I finished the seed database today for all the new seeds.  Tomorrow I’ll enter our left over seeds from last year.  It shows the work ahead in getting transplants ready.  Some plants like the mustard greens and huckleberries will go under the lights in the middle of February.  In two week intervals until May 1st, I’ll be starting different plants inside.

The weather today is what we usually get in the third week of January, really cold.  Paul Douglas, local weather guy, says this air was over Siberia two weeks ago.  And it’s still this cold?  Geez.

The Heart of Winter

7  falls 30.13  W0 wchill 7  Winter

Full Wolf Moon

The Full Wolf Moon hangs high in the sky, hidden behind cloud cover.  It casts a ring of ice crystals, giving it a gem in a circular setting look.  The moon light suffuses the sky giving a bluish cast to the snow as it filters through the clouds.

Another busy day.  Tomorrow I preach at Groveland.  Preaching may not convey quite what I do.  If you read any of the presentations/sermons on the Liberal Religion page, you’ll get a better sense of what happens.  I love the prep and the writing, the delivery adds a feedback dimension that I find valuable.

The winter sits with its full weight upon the land here.  Snow covers the garden.  The deciduous trees have no leaves.  The air freezes in the nostrils and makes layers necessary.  Growth stopped; but the plant world has not died.  It only waits, gathering strength, making itself ready.

Winter has a somber tone, the weather serious and sometimes unrelenting.  A Minnesota winter can kill you, so you have to pay attention.  That makes it worthwhile.  Like climbing a volcano.

Beard Experiment Tells Tale

-3  steep rise 29.99  W0 wchill -3  Winter

Waxing Gibbous Wolf Moon

The wind last night drove our bedroom windown open wider and the chilly night air blew on us early this morning.  We always sleep with the window at least partway open, but this larger portal made even the down comforters inadequate.  So we both woke up about 30 minutes or so earlier than usual.

Kate said last night, “You must be happy with what  you’re doing.”   I said, “Yeah, the political stuff is work I know.  I understand it in some depth.  Besides, a guy needs some validation now and then.”   Later, I asked her why she made that remark, “Oh.  You shaved your beard.  Not so much that fact, but that you were experimenting with it.” I was and I made it so peculiar that the only remaining option was to cut it all off, all the way off.  “When you’re not happy,” she went on, “You’re more controlled.  When you’re happier, you’re looser, more willing to try things.  That’s how I knew.”  Oh.  The clues we leave behind.

Homecomer is now done, but I have to edit it.  That’s today. Seed database underway, but far from done.  Business meeting today, too.