Pleasing some of the people some of the time?

The National Weather Service has a graphic on Twitter suggesting Winter lovers should cheer up because, despite the upcoming warming, many of our largest snowfalls occur in March and April. Based on my experience, that's true. It's also true that longer days and a sun that keeps climbing higher in the sky mean that the snow is likely to melt sooner than not. That's the good news for those of us who tolerate, rather than love Winter.

April 19, 2013 snowfall

Photo by J. Harrington

April 23, 2013 snow melt

Photo by J. Harrington

It seems as though Mother Nature and the National Weather Service have figured out how to please most of the people, most of the time. Now, can we get them to offer lessons in people pleasing to our politicians? Or have most of us become consistently too hard to please too much of the time?

Please Don't

By Tony Hoagland

tell the flowers—they think

the sun loves them.

The grass is under the same

simple-minded impression

about the rain, the fog, the dew.

And when the wind blows,

it feels so good

they lose control of themselves

and swobtoggle wildly

around, bumping accidentally into their

slender neighbors.

Forgetful little lotus-eaters,

solar-powered

hydroholics, drawing nourishment up

through stems into their

thin green skin,

high on the expensive

chemistry of mitochondrial explosion,

believing that the dirt

loves them, the night, the stars—

reaching down a little deeper

with their pale albino roots,

all Dizzy

Gillespie with the utter

sufficiency of everything.

They don't imagine lawn

mowers, the four stomachs

of the cow, or human beings with boots

who stop to marvel

at their exsquisite

flexibility and color.

They persist in their soft-headed

hallucination of happiness.

But please don't mention it.

Not yet. Tell me

what would you possibly gain

from being right?

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Could Pipestone or Cloquet become Minnesota's Waukesha?

Dear Governor Dayton,

Please take a few minutes to read, if you haven't already, Andrew Revkin's New York Times opinion column on "Human Destiny." The points Revkin raises about climate change are, I believe, comparably valid regarding most of the the earth's limited, non-renewable resources as well as some of our theoretically renewable ones. That includes Minnesota's non-renewable mineral resources and the quality and potability of our nominally renewable water supplies.

St Louis River

Photo by J. Harrington

I have no doubt that you're aware of the Waukesha request to divert Great Lakes water for local use and to support local growth. I assume you're also familiar with the governance debacle that continues to poison the children of Flint, Michigan. These are but two examples of short-term, economics-driven, decisions that hinder our longer-term ability to thrive as a species. That's one of the major conclusions Revkin references in his column like this:

The alternative future is one where we decide to make the transition to a carbon-free economy before we’re forced into it by the depletion of fossil fuels. We’re going to run out anyway, and will need to learn to do without fossil fuels, so why not get weaned early, before we’ve trashed the climate? If we do that, we might not just buy ourselves a world, but a whole Universe.

Minnesota shore of Lake Superior

Photo by J. Harrington

It seems to me that similar reasoning, and constraints, should be applied to Minnesota's pending decision on the PolyMet NorthMet copper mine proposal and similar "development opportunities" affecting the exploitation of both northern Minnesota's minerals and southern and western Minnesota's agricultural soils. I'd like to suggest Minnesota still has some opportunities to "get weaned early," before we've irremediably polluted our waters to the point that Pipestone or Cloquet become the next Waukesha.

You're already showing legacy-creating leadership with the agricultural buffers and water infrastructure initiatives you've already proposed. Please continue and extend that leadership by denying permits for copper mining activities that involve unrealistically long remediation activities (500 years +/-water pollution abatement). Such frameworks could well end up making the issues facing Flint and Waukesha look simple and economical by comparison. The least expensive remediation almost always involves prevention. Please continue to emphasize the least expensive way to protect Minnesota's life-supporting resources. As Flint has no doubt learned, and Waukesha may be learning, "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone." Minnesota still has some choices about what its got. Please protect those choices from "irrational exuberance" regarding treatment timeframes and financial assurances.

Exuberance

By Dolores Hayden

Exuberance sips bootleg gin from a garter flask

with a ruby monogram “E.”

She wears a red dress one size too small,

eyes wide, she flirts with everyone, dares

Lincoln Beachey to fly until he runs out of gas,

rides a dead engine all the way down.

She watches Ormer Locklear climb

out of the cockpit two hundred feet up,

tap dance on his upper wing

as the houses of  honest families

with their square-fenced yards

slide below his shuffle. An oval pond

winks in the sun, like a zero.

Exuberance challenges pilots

to master the Falling Leaf, perfect the Tailspin,

ignore the Graveyard Spiral, the Doom Loop.

These aviators predict every American will fly.

Exuberance believes Everybody Ought

to Be Rich,  John J. Raskob explains why

in the Ladies Home Journal. She gets stock tips

from her manicurist, call loans from her broker,

buys Radio, Seaboard Utilities, Sears,

orders shares in investment trusts — why not? — 

chain stores keep multiplying, cars, trucks,

planes, houses. This nation is all about growth,

growth and leverage, look at the skyscrapers shooting up,

men rivet steel, floor after floor, high-speed elevators

spring through the cores, planes soar over them all.

Sherman Fairchild has made a million

selling aerial photographs of real estate.

Exuberance travels constantly, owns land

in Miami, Miami Beach, Coral Gables, Palm Beach,

she trades “binders” on lots five times over,

befriends Mr. Charles Ponzi from Boston

who is raking in a bundle near Jacksonville.

Prices for sand and palms are sure to rise.

But how do we know when irrational exuberance

has unduly escalated asset values?

Wall Street has been wing walking,

call it barnstormer capitalism,

soon the bankers and the brokers will steal

the aviators’ lexicon, claim their own tail risks,

graveyard spirals, doomsday cycles,

wonder how everything blue-sky stayed up so long.

Exuberance buys more stock on margin,

volume runs high, the ticker tape

can’t keep up, higher, higher, higher,

Black Thursday, not a parachute in sight.

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