by killJOY » Tue 03 Apr 2007, 08:17:24
Racer and the rest:
Part of me ain't buying it.
I'm as educated about peak oil as any lay person can be. I teach energy issues to my writing students and can recite EIA stats, depletion curves, and reservoir numbers chapter & verse. But, strangely, I'm not afraid of any of it. Why not? Shouldn't I be?
It's because seeing really is believing. And I'm not seeing any of it. I'm not seeing long lines at gas stations, or seeing gas prices at 4, 5 dollars and not going down, or seeing people siphoning their neighbors' tanks in the wee hours, or seeing trucks disappearing from the highways, or seeing foodstuffs disappearing from supermarket shelves and not returning, or seeing endless tracts of houses remaining for sale 2, 3 years, or seeing friends losing jobs and kids going hungry, or seeing suburbia perpetually burglarized, or seeing a rise in suicides during my rescue squad runs.
I am seeing my little town in Maine going up for sale. For a year, the whole crossroads has been for sale. An old building that caught fire two years ago sits with an open roof and growing fungus inside with a FOR SALE sign out front for 175K. But we're just back water.
I get in my little car and drive to class and still get passed by SUVs pickups Hummers in a rush. I look around and think, peak oil must be a crock of shit.
I'm not feeling it because something in me isn't believing it. Maybe it's because I can't believe until I see. Seeing charts and graphs and essays by experts isn't really seeing. I'm Thomas wanting to put my fingers into Christ's wounds.
Intellectually, I'm a peaker. A doomer, even. Emotionally, I'm just numb. Comforably numb.
Peak oil = comet Kohoutek.