The
Olympics start today. Will I turn on the TV and watch what Danny Boyle has been
up to or will I try to think about something else despite the UK media barrage?
One thing that’s grazed my brain of late is the way that I turn on the local
news and find groups of middle-aged folk – seemingly both conservative and
green – protesting the building of windfarms. Frankly I don’t get it. Okay, so
birds do fly into the blades, but I have to figure that there will be a
Darwinian solution to this, and also the number of birds killed by windmills is
a fraction of a percentage point of the number of birds killed by cats. The other
complaint is that they are unsightly – ugly even – but I find them rather
beautiful. When I lived in Los Angeles, the windfarm out along the I10 near
Palm Springs was a joy to behold.
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for All Angels, about the scariest cover of Bob I have ever encountered.
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for the GTOs by way of an antidote.
The secret
word is Gust