Oh, hello. Didn’t see you standing there. How’s it going? Really? That’s great. Me? Oh, I’m fine I suppose. Keepin’ busy. You know how it is…
Here’s the deal: I’m going to start writing (looks like I’ve already started!) without having any idea whatsoever what I’m going to write about. Consider it an exercise wherein I take a few minutes and share a bit (a tiny fraction, really) of what’s going on in my mind. I’ll try my best to keep it clean.
Heads up! It’s an elusive, super-rare, non-summer song post…But it’s still kinda, sorta summer related, because it’s about a really cool new product that uses the SUN to charge our ever-present electronic devices. It’s called ‘Solar Paper,’ and it’s a solar charger for charging phones, tablets, and other devices fast. I mean super-fast. ‘Plug it into the wall’ fast.
So I saw my first monarch butterfly of the summer the other day while running on a trail near my house. What’s the big deal about that, you ask? Well, for most of my life seeing a monarch butterfly wasn’t a big deal. Not at all. But now, over the last several years, it has become more a big deal. The sad reason? The monarch butterfly is vanishing. Not just from around here in Michigan. It’s vanishing everywhere. And that makes me sad, and it also kind of scares the hell out of me.
I wrote a piece over at Green Home Source last week about the clover that’s slowly taking over my lawn.
I just got back from a trip to the store, and it’s got me in an irritated mood. I’m irritated because I purchased four cases of bottled water. $12 for 96 plastic bottles of water, all conveniently shrunk-wrapped in more plastic.
Just in case you’ve been living under a rock for the last 24 hours, Elon Musk has introduced what was probably the worst-kept secret in the energy business, the new Tesla PowerWall home battery system. Mr. Musk has often stated that Tesla isn’t in the automobile business, it’s in the battery business. Now, he’s putting his money where his mouth is.
From obscure old Osmonds songs to the latest eco-news, I’m covering all the bases here. ‘Eclectic’ isn’t my middle name, but maybe it should be. On second thought, maybe not. But still… I love music, but without a comfortable home in which to listen to it, what’s the point? I love the frivolous and the ephemeral, it’s true, but I’m also deeply concerned about the capital B.S. Big Stuff. Like energy.