“There is no substitute for how the industrial economy runs today.” Bill Gates Slams Unreliable Wind and Solar Energy
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Welcome to the New American Digest: 2003-2020
Gerard Van der Leun
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
— BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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People that litter their speech with “uhs”, flagrant hand gestures and shifting body positions all at the same time are full of shit. The only thing in that short segment that was true was “…I don’t understand…”. He an Melinda need to change the floor covering in the master bath because marble is too slick for wet feets and somebody is going to get a broke assed hip.
Solar cells are almost always successful, but what happens after that is called “management” and that is where all failures start. If you turn a cat loose in a room with a mouse it will be successful but if you ask the cat to reprogram your alexsa it will fail, every time. Management.
Bill has always had autistic tendencies, body-motion-wise. But he said – (paraphrasing) : ‘There is no substitute for what powers the industrial economy today.’
Sounds 100% true to me.
Even if we rolled out perfectly tuned, amazingly cheap and safe thorium reactors one a month for the next ten years, we still would need oil and gas and coal for many jobs, and we still don’t have a fraction of the electrical infrastructure to support electric transport, and we still don’t have a decent WORKING battery technology that is fit for purpose. (Even though several possibilities are interesting.)
Management comes in far down the line from all of those.
What he said in that very short segment was spot on.
He’s dressed like the freakin Easter bunny. I don’t care how much he’s worth, and I’ve never taken a man seriously who wears a pink sweater that costs a Grand.
CIII
Darn!
I must temper my previous complete contempt for the man.
I guess after a hundred billion or so you have skin in the game and start thinking protectively about your stake in the world.
Pink sweater or no pink sweater, he certainly called this very simple fact.
My wife and I lived off-grid for over 18 years in a mountainous, remote area in Nevada. We had photo-voltaic power and backup generators only. We experienced no shortage of isolation. The sun was on our solar panels almost daily.
Gates is 100 % correct. And in our experience remote homes can be run off grid quite well. But any, and I mean any, serious electric power equipment is very limited in off grid situations. Wind, solar, etc., equipment installations meant for large power production are a joke and rip off by their taxpayer funded fiascos. Look at the zillions of taxpayer funds Obozo handed out to criminal enterprises in the name of cheap “renewable” electric power. Vote buying was the only advantage to the politicians. And the uninformed voting fools still believe the liars in power today.
Obozo. Hehehe. I’m stealing that one. Thanks Terry.