GOOP’s Power Trip, Part I
Today is day 73 of the unimaginable and intriguing oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.
My Personal Prologue:
I grew up on the Alabama coast on Perdido Bay, where I learned the meaning of adventure. We lived it, and we pushed it in a God given Paradise. I chased every type of fish that swam the waters of Perdido Pass, which is the narrow inlet connecting the Bay and the Gulf. In the days of the 1950’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s I fished and chased everything I could see in those pristine waters: shark, tarpon, manta ray, leopard ray, sting ray, bluefish, pompano, Spanish mackerel, King mackerel, mahi mahi, bonito, tuna, jack, and others.
We used harpoon, gigs, crossbows, and deep sea rods and reels. We were relentless in our pursuit of the water wonders. The tarpon, manta ray, and leopard ray were magnificent wonders of creation. They were so fast. One could only try to chase them, and we did this only so that we could behold their beauty and grace for just a few more seconds in our lives. The visuals are etched in my circuits. From time to time I call upon these images of great fish.
Later on as the hormones settled down, and when I developed some consciousness about the wonders of nature’s abundance, I began to teach my children how to catch King mackerel, but only as much as one needed for the meal. That was usually just one of these beauties, but we often brought back a few more anyway to feed the many. I would smoke them over fresh cut hickory and charcoal. We lived in an ongoing Jubilee of fresh caught fish. The memories are resplendent.
I watched great sea turtles amble by our boat on wondrous encounters. They were usually bigger than our boat. I taught my sons and daughter these adventures. We took on scuba tanks and went down under. We ran from large breakers in our Boston Whaler, for the thrill of it, only then to turn the Whaler straight into the big waves, never capsizing.
I restored that Whaler 2 times over 4 decades. It is still running, and is now one of the fastest boats on the Bay, powered by a 95 HP Evenrude Ficht motor. It is too fast, actually. I gave it to my sister, and her children and grandchildren have it now. I told them half throttle only. Our mother, Dr. Jane gave it to us in 1963. I was 12 years old. It was a rush.
In the summer of 1975 I was a junior medical student at Tulane. I worked that summer in Foley, Alabama as a surgical assistant to Marvin Taylor, M.D., and Ernie DeBakey, M.D.. (Ernie was younger brother of the famous Michael. Ernie and Michael and my parents were friends and trained together at Charity Hospital, Tulane Division, under the great surgeon Alton Oschner.) Ernie was the greatest surgeon I ever knew. He let me in on alot of exciting cases. One lovely summer afternoon the Gulf delivered up a shark bite victim. I assisted Dr. Taylor with in the repair. Another rush.
The story of how this man had his leg tasted by a 12 foot long shark is one thing. The reader will have to be content with my personal contribution, which was that I learned suturing. My first sutures were placed in that man’s shark bitten leg. The leg was saved, with full functionality. My suturing and knot tying grew in leaps and bounds that summer. It was the summer that the movie “Jaws” came out. It was the summer that I decided that I would become a surgeon. That summer was a rush of all sorts, and it mostly involved the wonderful people that came into my life, and yes, the ongoing experience of living on the Gulf coast.
So many great past memories, so many stories, so much to tell of these days of adventure and beauty and fun and friendships long lasting. Thank you Gulf of Mexico. You have given my family, friends, and me much. We lived to play on you. Now I pray for your recovery. It may not happen ever in my lifetime, but it will happen in some future memory, and I will remember that choice point until it is manifest.
Now, for the GOOP:
The GOOP Meister has struck again with today’s entry on the SEE page category. This entry is about our overly developed dependence on everything that is derived from a barrel of crude oil, and how we might consider, and begin, to exercise alternative approaches which will help us wean off of suckling from Gaia’s petro tit.
If you are not viewing the GOOP site via the email route, I recommend signing up at www.goop.com.
I recommended this site back in the May 4, 2009 Crestone and Beyond entry entitled “Useful Websites and Perspectives.” There have been a number of excellent GOOP entries which are built around the writings of seasoned thinkers who have been tapped by the GOOP Meister, Gwyneth Paltrow, to express their educated opinion on the subjects which are on Ms. Gwyneth’s mind.
My GOOP email entries brighten my day. They put fire in my eyes, life in my step, and make childbirth a pleasure. That’s not all either. My neuroplasticity is enhanced into new circuits of knowing when I read certain of the more creative entries; like how this very creative contractor transformed a building shell space into an apartment for the GOOP Meister and her children in Nashville a while back. The transformation of otherwise dull and neglected space into a receptacle of beauty and functionality pleases the Soul, and is a personal passion of my creative side.
And then there are the philosopher entries from the Kabbalist, the Zen dude, the Episcopal priestess (I was raised Episcopal, and so now I know there is at least one other mystical Episcopalian), and, the one and only, Deepak. The names of those other well respected thinkers is withheld presently because I want you to go to GOOP and read the BE page category entries. Then you can find out who these good people are.
The health stuff is very good. See the recent entry about Vitamin D, http://www.goop.com/newsletter/88/en/. In this entry Dr. Frank Lipman, M.D., informs you about All You Need to Know About Vitamin D, almost. This is a great article that not many physicians will get down on, unfortunately.
I quit measuring Vitamin D levels because everyone is low. I just figure out in my own thinking how much I think they need based on body size, bones, age, appearance, general state of everything that Vitamin D does, and then I recommend a dose. Maybe later I’ll check the levels, or just listen to the client.
Vitamin D toxicity? Never seen it, or heard of a case. Do I use sunscreen? Are you kidding? Rub all those petrochemicals on my skin, which absorbs everything? No way. I just do my thing in the sun, using common sense precautions such as long sleeves, long pants, and a hat as needed. Come look at my skin and let me know how you think my skin is doing up here at 8000 feet, where the UV is a bit more intense.
Now I’m different in alot of ways from more regular folks and skin types, and so I do not recommend that others do what I do. You need your own program that works for you and your heart, passions, and spirit. Now, I can help you figure that out because that is what I do over at the beautiful Haelan LifeStrem Center…….
How much vitamin D do I use? I use 10,000 International Units, once daily, at night, with my minerals. My body likes to heal, repair, and alkalinize at night. I am large sized and I am active, and so I need the fix. Do I measure my own levels? Well, no, I don’t, and I do not mean to seem cavalier. I just don’t see Vitamin D toxicity in my future….
If you have osteopenia and/or osteoporosis, it is simple to correct. Why, I believe Dr. Lipman was referenced on that very subject in one of the other GOOP entries last October or so. You might look back for the link. It is a great Vitamin D article. I’ll try to find it, and put it on the next entry.
Vitamin D is an essential nutrient that you need to get through food, sunshine conversion via your skin, and a supplement is a wise idea, in high dosing, especially if you live in northern latitudes, like in England. Yo. It is estimated that our paleolithic ancestors were converting about 10,000 I.U./day. I am pretty paleo, and so that number is good enough for me. Simple logic.
I sometimes save the good GOOP cooking entries, but yogini No Nonsense and our holistic nutritionist yogini daughter have the kitchen scene mostly under their control. Sarah Jane has evolved into an excellent kitchen nazi, and when she comes home, I clear out of the kitchen, and the mother and daughter create some wonders.
However, twas I who taught them both how to make a correct salad, and all sorts of things about meat preparation. Yogini types have their ways, strong minded I’ve noticed, but these ways are malleable. One just has to know how to think like a yogini, and I figured that out back in my yogi days. If one starts going sideways with a yogini, well, there are a number of options one can exercise to survive the experience. First off, give up on “the need to be right…..”, because you aren’t.
A good meal has to have a proper salad of choice greens, and other nutrient dense salad synchronicities. Grow your own is my recommendation. Eat beet root tops also. They are loaded with minerals and are very alkaline. Don’t throw them away! Juice it, steam it, or chop it and get it down the tract. I like them lightly steamed with Bragg’s Liquid Aminos poured on. You can get Bragg’s at any regular health food store. It’s good for your jing and overall chi.
There are many GOOP entries which will raise your consciousness about spirituality, living consciously, physical health, cooking and food preparation, and other useful practical simple ways to improve your habits. Then there are also some entries that will enable your consumerist habits.
I skim the consumerist oriented entries with at least some interest because the GOOP Meister is a lady of fashion. I am not fashionable these days, but maybe one day I shall once again aspire to be fashionable. I used to dress in nothing but Brooks Brothers, Abercrombie and Fitch, L.L. Bean, etc. My suits were tailor made, and I had a taste for fine cloth. No Nonsense still talks about it.
I had a wardrobe. These days I have one suit. It is Italian wool and silk. It hangs in a garment bag in the garage attic with all of my fancy silk neckties and fine cotton shirts. I only use the suit for weddings and funerals back home in Alabama. I do not own a tuxedo because I prefer to wear a suit. If it requires a tuxedo, well, too bad, I’m coming in my Italian suit. They always let me in.
I will wear the same set of clothes for a week running here in Crestone. It lets me know if it is time to detox by how long I can get away with wearing the same shirt and pants for a week. One can tell by the nature of the smell of the clothes vis a vis what one has been doing in said set of clothes, if it is time to put on a fresh set of clothes, and consider a seasonal detox. Yes, I shower once daily here, and more than once in humid environments.
In consideration of consumerism, much of what we consume, as the current GOOP entry “Power Trip” points out, is refined from a barrel of oil. You can read about this from the entry itself at this URL: http://www.goop.com/newsletter/90/en/ .
Or, you can just go to the GOOP site and cruise around to learn about what is on the GOOP Meister’s mind. It is my hope that you will read this article (and others), and begin to practice following some of the excellent suggestions. Lady Gaia will be endeared to you.
This current GOOP entry is an excerpted adaptation of Amanda Little’s latest writing, an important book entitled POWER TRIP: The Story of America’s Love Affair with Energy.
I’ll describe some aspects of what I know about petro as I have learned it, and this information will supplement The Power Trip:
A barrel of crude oil is taken down in an elaborate technological process called fractional distillation, or “cracking.” This process distills off innumerable hydrocarbon fragments from light molecular weight to heavier molecular weight fragments. The distillation is accomplished in a rather tall tower with numerous sideports coming off of its length which allows escape of the next useful liquid fraction of the crude black gold. These fractions are then developed into the end products; from jet fuel, to advanced machine lubricants, to butane and propane, to plastics, to pesticides, to cosmeceuticals, and yes, to pharmaceutical carrier bases.
We can thank, or curse, the Rockefeller oil and banking magnates of a century ago for pushing this pharmaceutical petro distillate residue into assisting with the formation and growth of the pharmaceutical industry. The distillate residue material became the carrier base of the synthetic pharmaceutical drugs, and helped to burgeon this new industry. Synchronistically, the crackdown on holistic practitioners, most notably homeopaths and chiropractors, began. This was around the 1920’s.
This is another dismal story about big industry forcefully harassing and pushing out the little guy, the legitimate and community helpful “competition.” This is the rise of Big Pharma which has grown its chokehold on the medical schools, assisting the training of physicians to practice a fear based approach, and naturally driving up the price tag.
Some humanitarian pharma company should donate some of those Big Pharma dollars to studying the placebo effect, as well as the nutrient depletion effects caused by the use of pharmaceuticals. I doubt Big Pharma will help finance such studies about human health, but they sure will throw $500,000,000 at the development of the average drug in Phase I, II, III, and IV clinical trials. Extraordinary…. a mild form of madness.
Furthermore, you can take any old pharmaceutical pill, hold a petro powered blow torch to it, and pretty soon, it will combust into a little ball of fire. Or you can swallow it, and then take a number of good nutraceutical supplements to enhance your Phase I and Phase II liver enzyme detoxification pathways to get rid of the carcinogenic petro stuff. Or you can store the petro chemical in your fat cells, and recycle the little hydrocarbons from time to time.
If you want to consult about your detox pathways, and how to enhance them, just give me a call. I recommend a spring and fall cleansing. All living creatures on Gaia now sequester petro hydrocarbon residue. This problem is ubiquitous.
After the fractional distillation, or “cracking,” the distillate then goes on to the wonder boys and girls over at Monsanto, Dow, DuPont, et alia, who proceed to transform the distillate into the wonder products that many of us are unconsciously addicted to based on our ongoing daily usage.
Example: Monsanto’s former production of polychlorinated biphenyls (PCB’s), which began in a Monsanto plant in Gadsden, Alabama on the Coosa River in the late 1940’s. This is one example of big industry run amok. The Coosa River is now permanently contaminated with this carcinogenic compound in high concentrations. The half life degredation of PCB’s is in the thousands of years. You can read all about it in a book by Theo Colburn which came out in the 1990’s entitled Our Stolen Future. Nice title. Another good one is Sandra Steingraber’s Living Downstream. Came out a little later. Nice title.
I once took a flat round smooth river rock out of the Coosa River downstream near Wetumpka, Alabama. It was discolored an unnatural dark black hue. I printed the word PATIENCE on it, and this rock now resides in our geodesic growing dome greenhouse. See www.growingspaces.com, a fabulous website revealing one of the true gems of this particular “Crestone and Beyond” entry.
I recommend this site if you want to have your own extraordinary enclosed growing space, a geodesic polycarbonate greenhouse. What’s that polycarbonate made from? WHY, IT’S PETRO! PETRO! PETRO! Don’t worrry about it. They are worth every penny, and will reduce your carbon footprint.
But don’t stop there. Think solar photovoltaic and solar hot water also. Both our residence and the Haelan LifeStream Center & Retreat are supplied by solar and greenhouses, as well as outside growing spaces. The geodesic Grow Dome is incomparable. They are very easy to order, construct, energize with life, and maintain. The headquarters is just over in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. Great people.
These domes are common in Crestone, and are spreading all across the US of A. The once slippery smooth river rock is now residing and contributing its message to a small jungle of greenery which we eat from daily. I am thinking that by growing what we eat, we are helping out with the carbon footprint issue which Amanda Little covers in her book Power Trip. I also imagine the healing of the Coosa, and the Alabama River systems.
The Monsanto PCB’s were used as insulators in those big cylindrical transformer contraptions up on electrical line poles which lined our highways and byways. PCB’s are xenobiotics. Xeno (Greek etymology) is anything not made in nature, but is introduced by human manufacturing from the petro world. Moreover, xenobiotics are largely xenoestrogenic; i.e., they mimic estrogen at estrogen receptors in the body. This is very negative for both sexes of all creatures, including the male alligators in Florida whose genitalia have been compromised. There are thousands of xenoestrogens now. They are procarcinogens, and also precarcinogens.
After PCB’s were finally outlawed, Monsanto just kept on cranking out other wonders. Now they have goon squads (mafia) that go about our agricultural farmlands and literally harass farmers into buying their gentically modified seed year after year. See the video documentory Food, Inc. for some enlightenment on the Monsanto wonder industry. GMO seeds do not produce seed bearing plants for the next year. You have to keep buying the Monsanto seed in order to sustain your crop growing.
Important suggestion: stock up on non hybrid (heirloom) seeds before the Monsanto goons choke off the real seed industry, as they are mercilessly attempting to do. Seriously, it will be difficult to procure non hybrid seeds in the near future. Please don’t wait around. Better be a year early than a second late.
This is a mafia monopoly in its most obvious form. Why does this go on? Because Monsanto owns a large influence in Washington, D.C., and they are a colluding power in the FDA. The FDA seems to be a collusion in and of itself. You eat their toxic foods, develop some expected toxic disease states, and then you go to the medical industry to eat their toxic pharmaceuticals, many of which are redundant and unnecessary. Fabulous. It’s a 1950’s Wonder Industry!
I have also learned in my travels that many of the pharmaceuticals are life saving. These should be used in the short term to stabilize the problem, and then, more natural efforts made to restore health balance in the long term.
We are just assisting in the usage and disposal of the fractional distillates, and we are assisting in the financial enrichment of a number of, gee, greedy people and industries. This one twisted spin of this perspective, and it’s unfortunately true.
Monsanto also brought us that wonder product called RoundUp to help us kill our weeds. Extremely toxic, and gets into our local water tables. A very bad petro crack off, as are all of Monsanto’s products. Dow and DuPont are little better. Do you need to be wearing all of that poly clothing?
Try some natural fibers instead. You can think about cotton, natural animal fibers of all sorts, silk, and you can even save those hemp and burlap bags and get creative. My personal use of poly clothing is rare. I don’t enjoy the way it feels on my body, with rare exceptions for exercise and hiking in the mountains, when poly undercloth is good at wicking moisture away from the skin. I have declared a moratorium on buying anymore poly clothing. My wardrobe is probably 99% natural cloth.
I’ll be spinning some buffalo yarn soon from a ball of buffalo hair we had cleaned and roved. Those buffalo up in Yellowstone, which we drove through last week, can take 60 degrees below. That is some serious natural insulation. No Nonsense can weave anything you can imagine, and I hope to have a buffalo hat this winter to use in addition to my other unusual headdresses.
In addition to spinning yarn, I also practice some of Gandhi’s other qualities, such as, I can sit peacefully and pontificate, and actually seem to be as a wizened elder, even though I am not so old. Now I’m not saying that some of this is not for real, as I came by my knowing through the school of hard knocks, and self study, and healing, and angelic assistance. I only pontificate on subjects that I have some awareness of, and then any embellishment is possible to the extent that I am a man of few words.
HOW-EVER, I do diverge from the peaceful saint in so much as to the consideration of the other hardware with which I am associated, my Second Amendment Rights, and my skill at arms. Recommended.
About that Second Amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America; it reads thus:
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
The terminolgy “a well regulated militia” does not refer to some soldiers who were regulated to stand in rank and file. They did that in the opening days of the Revolutionary war, and were slaughtered by British regulars. The American minutemen then learned to deploy guerilla tactics, and they became “well regulated” riflemen.
A well regulated rifleman is a marksman who knows how to regulate the sight alignment of the front sight on his rifle to the sight picture of what he is shooting at. The minutemen were well regulated marksmen with rifled barreled long gun muskets capable of accurate shots out to 200 yards. The birth of this Republic was made possible by a well regulated militia, who made accurate long shots to disable/kill British officers and regulars from a hidden far away vantage point. Otherwise, they were outnumbered and out supplied by the British.
This is history that you can study up on. I am not sure what propaganda is being fed out in the schools, at present. In my school boy days, my mother Dr. Jane took my brother and me on a tour of the northeast to visit some of the historic places. I will always remember walking around the enormous bronze statue of the Lexington minuteman (Captain John Parker), outside of Lexington/Concord, MA.
I’ll never forget the rolled up sleeves on the arms of the hands that held the musket. The body is strong and grounded. The face is the face of undaunted spirit. It is in me, just like those big fast fish. It is one of my favorite pieces of art and expression. In general I have never enjoyed any art form that celebrates war. This work of art honored one man’s efforts, as well as the efforts of his comrades. They fought tyranny and oppression. They desired their own freedom, and were willing to lay down their lives for it rather than live with an oppressive alternative.
They are making some bullets these days with petro derived plastic tips to enhance the ballistic characteristics of the flight path and projectile expansion characteristics on impact. I never buy the stuff. It’s a petro bullet. A man’s gotta draw the line somewhere.
The gunshot wound paragraph: After the shark bite escapade, I went on to learn about getting around in a body fast by operating on endless gunshot victims in New Orleans and Baltimore. All day, all night, soaked to the skin in victim and donor blood, and standing in blood in my shoes. This was what I refer to as gladiator work. ”Wipe the blood and sweat off of my face nurse?” Get real.
I have been exposed to every antigen you can imagine in 25 years of surgery, but my blood is clean. Must be the Guinness and the supplements and the karma. Like I mentioned, don’t do it the way I do it. But if you want some good personalized guidance, my phone # is down below.
Petro distillates, of all sorts, are lipophilic; i.e., they are “fat loving” and tend to accumulate in our fat cells, which are functionally necessary all over our anatomy and physiology. With America’s current obesity problem, you can imagine that many overweight people are aslo suffering from the extra added burden of many more petro hydrocarbon by-product sequestration concerns.
In further regards to fractional distillation of a barrel of crude oil, the petro industry taps off the top 60% of the barrel, and sends this off to various and sundry industries as is mentioned above, where some big bucks are turned out from the innumerable fractional by-products. Then we have the residual 40% of the barrel of crude, considered a waste by-product after the finer stuff is tapped off. Guess what this 40% yields? Any guesses?
That’s right, it is turned into gasoline, asphalt, and tires for the vehicles. We are driving around in petro waste disposal units, called automobiles. The petro industry needs those internal combustion engines (ICE) and roadways and tires to keep the full usage of the full barrel cranking along. Why, it’s a wonder industry, helped along by that wonder decade, the 1950’s. You would have to have been born in the 1950’s, or before, to really know in your bones what happened in those days.
This full consumption of fractional distillates is why the green eco automotive industry has been delayed so long. It has been a control play. “Who Killed the Electric Car?” See the movie by the same name.
Who killed Stan Meyer, the inventor of a Brown’s gas generator so effective that he drove a car from NYC to LA on 26 gallons of water!!! A Brown’s gas generator hydrolyzes water into combustible hydrogen, and also oxygen, which assists the combustion. Marvelous. Just get the mixture piped into your conventional carburetor, and you are into some serious gas mileage enhancement.
I have seen Crestonians do this with mason jars and electrodes under their hoods. The mason jars freeze in the winter, and crack, but the primitive technology is easily doable in the modern ICE age of automotive wonders. Why, they could just start putting high tech Brown’s gas generators in the ICE autos coming off of the line! You can fill your gas tank with gas, but less of it. And then you could fill your little hydrolyzer doohickee thing under the hood with—gasp– WATER!!!
Better yet, let’s just rebuild and retool and improve on Stan Meyer’s technology, which was all whisked away by the secret gub’mint suits after he was killed. Please study up on Stan Meyer, and also study up on how our secret gub’mint operates. You can help save Gaia. If you don’t see and feel Her (our) crisis, then you are really checked out into your addictions. You are intentionally incompetent or you are unconsciously incompetent. Your competency level can be improved, and Gaia (we) need for you to improve it.
Stan Meyer was assassinated after refusing billions of Saudi oil money to buy him out, and shut him up, and make him and his success go away. He should be sainted, and his technology revived, and built into current assembly lines as one important incremental step to help Gaia.
See www.theorionproject.org (aka TOP) to learn more about what my friend Steven Greer and his team are doing to restore this technology, and create other more powerful and advanced energy forms. Please donate what you are able to donate to these courageous people who are trying to save Gaia.
This week they are over in France, meeting with a number of high ranking individuals in the French government to discuss disclosure of the ET cover up, and the advanced energy systems stolen from ET by humans (and covered up). More to come on this important liason later.
Steven has briefed the Obama administration and will be hosting an important series of meetings in Washington, D.C.
On July 28th, an important meeting will occur in Washington D.C. with The Orion Project Board members, senior scientists in advanced energy projects, and other important people who are associated with this special work.
If you wish to attend this historic meeting which will help rebuild our world, please contact me so that I can have your invitation arranged.
You and I will need to talk on the phone. My office telephone is 719-256-5898. I hope you will ring it. I will send you the invitation, as I have been directed to do by TOP board member Jan Bravo, M.D.
See www.theorionproject.org and see the Board members. Jan is also my friend.
You like your fancy sexy cars?
Get a Prius. We have 3 in the family. We love them. So do the chipmunks that live on our land. They just set up shop in No Nonsense’s Prius, and were actually living in the cabin of the car. And so we had our local mechanic take the firewall panels down and place wire mesh to discourage these fast paced cuties from entering our eco car.
I drive a Ford truck, which you will think is not very eco, and you are right. But I need it out here! I’m addicted to it! You see, this is how it goes–petro disposal addiction–a sickness that has swept the land!
It’s the best vehicle that I have ever had, including my 2 separate 1940 Chevrolets, one of which I restored. My Ford truck is a piece of work, and so I have bestowed upon it a venerable name, “Traveler,” so named after a venerable horse of the same name. It’s a few clicks to find out who Traveler is, but I prefer that you click onto TOP and GOOP.
I also have an ATV which I use for various chores, thus increasing my carbon footprint. And I have an electric R Martin scooter which I charge off of my solar arrray, thus decreasing my carbon footprint. It goes about 38 mph with my big body on it. My old Boston Whaler goes faster than that, but 38 mph is way fast enough for these bones in this small town.
You dig your wheels?
Do what I do, and what the numbskull NASCAR nation world does, and what the NASA pseudoindustry does, and what the airlines do, and what all of the professional bicycle racers do—well, what’s that!!??
We fill our tires with nitrogen, pure nitrogen. Nitrogen is a larger molecule than oxygen. It won’t leak as readily. My tire pressures have not changed in the 2 years I have used nitrogen fill! Nitrogen will not oxidize the tire’s matrix. Nitrogen will increase your gas milage up to 1-2 miles per gallon. Whoa! That adds up.
You can read all about it at the Nitofill website, and then go and find a nitrogen source at most any tire company in your town. It cost on average about $10 per tire for a fill, but it is worth it.
The tires on my Ford F-150 have been 50,000 miles, and I’m looking at them, thinking there are another good 10,000 miles on them. However, I’m getting close to 4/32 inch of tread, which won’t cut it on slick wet roads, and so I’ll replace the tires before the winter season comes. 50,000 plus miles put on a set of tires of a truck that is driven hard and put away wet ain’t bad.
Nitrogen increases tire life and durability. A simple way to decrease a little petro dependence is to lengthen the artificial obsolescence built into tires by inflating your tires with nitrogen.
Thank you GOOP Meister Gwyneth for your great GOOP entries and the GOOP consciousness fostering. Thank you for being you, and putting up with whatever it is that you put up with. I know what I am writing about here because I can feel it in my heart and in my bones. You are making a difference, and this will become more apparent as time goes by. You deserve kudos and applause for your consciousness efforts, and maybe some more significant and diverse types of influential support. You may have to access more courage, more willingness, and more neutrality. We all will. You are needed and you are loved.
More later. I want to write about recycling. I’ll be back. If you don’t recycle, you are a real dope. You can recycle in one way or another. Do it, with everything, until you have used it up for the last time, and then, recycle it!
And use compact flourescent bulbs (CFL’s). They work very well enough to slightly fantastic. They do have mercury in them, and so, exercise caution, especially if you break one, or have to dispose of one. If you are on the grid, convert your incandescents to CFL’s. If you have a solar photovoltaic array powering your domicile, then you are already using CFL’s, I hope.
If you follow the suggestions in GOOP’s Power Trip, as well as some of the ones I have presented here, then you are well on your way to assisting Lady Gaia, who appreciates your acts of kindness.
If you are a high profile individual, and you want to go to the intriguing and exciting and very important educational venue in Washington, D.C. on July 28th, please contact me. Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.
I also have a few more book references for you about food and cosmetic toxicities.
I have some very disturbing viewpoints to share with you about the so called oil spill, but let’s take a break!
The Fourth of July is here! Light some cherry bombs! Light some M-80’s!
We have a fire ban right now down at The End of the Road, and so maybe I will have my first quiet 4th.
I be writing soon about my favorite cosmeceutical—-Vaseline!
It’s a pyromaniac’s best friend!
Signing off from Crestone and Beyond.
Lots of Love to TOP and to the GOOP Meister.
Lots of Love to the jokers who ruin Gaia, really. That’s what they need.
Love.