Thread by @homemadeguitars

I've got music tonight so this will be brief.
Three and a half to four years ago I believed the same thing everybody else does about climate change, wind turbines, solar panels, and the whole high energy high tech high speed solution to climate crisis. Not quite exactly, but...

I used to have articles online, but that website is broken and I don't care enough to fix it.
But I mostly believed it.
Then for no particular reason except it's how I think, I started trying to project manage the project.
I did a lot of big projects in my working life.

Take an empty two story concrete hospital in a country town, and turn it over to its owners with a complete functioning telephone and newtork on opening day.
Design the parts, bore the holes, run the cable...
Buy the cable, transport it, physically install it below floors,

4. above ceilings, behind walls, where nobody can see it but the electronic wonders do their magic for the people who sit in front of them, nurses and doctors, billers and registrars, record keepers and housekeepers.
Complex systems from design to turnover including labor.

5. I spent my entire life behind doors that say Do Not Enter, under desks, and over ceilings. So, if I was going to take the whole United States and build a complete renewable overlay, I would...
I would...
I would...
Holy shit.
It's not possible.
The resources to build something

6. of that scale and scope do not exist and there is no possibility Earth can survive us ripping them out of her.

7. If you want electric cars to replace 2-3 billion light cars and trucks worldwide you want this mine and quit sniveling about it.

https://twitter.com/EricLiptonNYT/status/1366460180360224770?s=19

8. And if your plan for the climate includes space for the largest new highway plan in at least 50 years - and yes, that's what its proponents say - if your climate plan has room for that it's not a climate plan. It's a suicide pact.
Anyway, I'm going to drive a hundred mile

9. round trip tonight in a Subaru Forester, at 5 mph below the posted speed limit, to play guitar for two hours and drink two beers with a friend from fifty years and more ago, there to here, still jamming, and do the best I can. We're all caught in it.
Best, my friends.