by Heineken » Mon 12 Nov 2012, 09:35:55
I was or am the electron-entity known as Heineken, aka a mildly above-par beer.
Sheer chance that I decided to check out the home page for the first time in about a year, and noticed this thread.
I was reading an article in Bloomberg about how US oil production is going to outstrip Saudi Arabia's in the near future, at least for a five-year period. We're awash in oil, folks. Glub-glub. Anyway, that article made me think of you and brought me here.
As I've long maintained, POers are right about PO as to fact but not as to timing. It isn't the imminent threat to life that many of us (including myself, for a couple of years) believed right down to our groins. Ditto for peak NG (boy, were we wrong about that).
Whatever DID happen to me? Same thing that happens to everyone . . . I got old, in several ways. And PeakOil got old (for me, anyway).
When you're old you discover you have to conserve what was once but is no longer infinite energy. And I was spewing away entirely too much energy here, for a highly inconsistent positive return, not to mention occasional acute negative reinforcement brought on by friction with certain anal-retentive, blinkered, ego-inflated personalities.
What's more, I began to recognize that the central problem we all face is not PO but GW and, even more, the prospect of good ol'-fashioned nuclear war. I see the latter as increasingly likely, even though many POers pooh-pooh either that likelihood or the consequences thereof should it indeed transpire.
People embrace what is novel and sexy and young. Nuclear war seems like old hat.
Anyway, anyway, I certainly met some wonderful souls here and treasured my virtual friendships with them. POers tend to be highly informed and intelligent, and communing with them can be refreshing in this dumbed-down world.
I've been married for two years to a sweet lady, name of Sheila, who moved from Southern Cal all the way to backwoods Virginia to be with little me and be my only friend. Quite a culture shock for her, but she's adjusted and loves the state. We explore the back roads a lot on weekends. We both like antiques and collect a few (alas, you can't readily find good antiques in the real world anymore, you have to buy them online). During the week she works as a physician assistant and I stay home and clean, chop wood, fix things, plink away at printer-generated targets, and make fairly bad pottery. I'm still taking care of my mother (84) in her apartment over the barn, and once a month I make the drive to southside Richmond to visit my father (87) at the VA nursing home.
Earlier this year I was told I had prostate cancer. In August they cut the damned thing out (luckily I have VA healthcare myself). Recovery was really tough. An adventure in pain and humiliation. That's a very sensitive area of the male bod, let me tell you. Apparently I'm cured, though left with dubious erectile powers, at least for now.
My brother in Boston has had an annus horribilis of Job-like proportions. His wife's Alzheimer's disease was no longer controllable with medication, his son was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, and he was diagnosed with Parkinson's. Whenever you think you have problems, think of that family.
Life goes on, for now.
"Actually, humans died out long ago."
---Abused, abandoned hunting dog
"Things have entered a stage where the only change that is possible is for things to get worse."
---I & my bro.