I wrote about the global warming (AGW) debate last week, evoking the predictable feedback and flack, some of it apt and intriguing, some of it silly and sophomoric.
I daresay that it seems to ruffle the feathers of many when a lowly, non-scientist half-wit commoner hazards an opinion on this issue.
It is Saturday night and I am seated in the exhibition space at the San Luis Obispo Art Center awaiting the start to a film titled, “Splendid Splinters: The Armand LaMontagne Story.” The low hum of small talk dies down as attendees get adjusted, sipping glasses of wine provided by the Art Center.
I suppose it was the cover that first caught my eye in Barnes & Noble: hot pink bubble letters scrawling out the words, “Dear Diary,” hovering above the head of a clearly downtrodden girl nursing a bloody nose amongst the seemingly tame books surrounding it.