Black Gold, Maximum Entropy

Peak Oil is dead, long live fracking, my climate change is gonna’ come, Ave, Imperator, morituri te salutant. A meditative rant on our scheduled progression from black gold delirium to becalmed oblivion is cited. Oil shale, tar sands, and unconventional fossil fuels are linked to climate change by anthropogenic global warming, which is undamped by human restraint in the forms of energy efficiency, energy conservation and relinquishing the combustion of hydrocarbons for civilization’s heat energy. Death is preferable to change, adaptation is unthinkable, and the inevitable consequences are anticipated as tolerable by denial. All our elaborations will melt into a rising tide of entropy.

Black Gold, Maximum Entropy
21 October 2013


The Promise Of Remembered Soundtracks

How do you tell your teenager about your past, when you were their age, and not bore them to exasperation within thirty seconds with your sloppy nostalgia? I don’t know. Nevertheless, that was the impetus for writing my article published today.

The Promise Of Remembered Soundtracks
7 October 2013

In Tony Judt’s essay “Hannah Arendt and Evil” (1995), which is included in his book Reappraisals, Judt described the drive of people like Arthur Koestler, Primo Levi, Manès Sperber and Hannah Arendt to keep an accurate memory of the past, which they experienced, alive in the present:

“They were all ‘chance survivors of a deluge,’ as she [Hannah Arendt] put it in a 1947 dedication to [Karl] Jaspers, and wherever they ended up, in New York, Paris, or Rome, they were constrained, like Camus’s Sisyphus, to push the boulder of memory and understanding up the thankless hill of public forgetting for the rest of their lives.”

I am an incidental survivor of the Vietnam War, and “The Promise Of Remembered Soundtracks” is about that and popular music. For some readers it will also be about children and continuity. I am not claiming profundity or great insight here, merely truthfulness in recollection. I have been remembering the past, and my past, spurred by the questioning of a child of today emerging as an adult. I hope you listen to the music I cite in this article (skip the ads).

The first installment of my reminiscences (no music) was:

Overtones Of Awareness
8 September 2013

I’ll end here with this from 1971 (the best year of my life):

“Blue Sky”, Duane Allman’s Solo, at Stonybrook, 1971-09-19

Thanks, Skydog.