My head is spinning - only partly because of the moonshine my parents brought home from Macedonia.
So many potential projects, so many places and people and issues on my mind.
I'm researching trout streams in Tierra del Fuego, reading Darwin's Journal of the Beagle, learning about the indigenous peoples of Patagonia, getting a taste of their language and culture, so deeply rooted in the land、they were hunted down like dogs, exterminated.
Vermont's Energy Future. The conference - there is so much to write. Windmills, big, white windmills on the ridge-lines, General Electric design. I could spend the next 40 years here in Vermont working on the transition to homegrown, renewable energy sources and be perfectly fulfilled, challenged, content.
Or I could stay in Patagonia. The island of Chiloe in Chile look nice. I was looking at pictures.
And thinking today - gosh - I should really go to Siberia, get a sense of the scale, tour the old gulags.
Thinking also - if I was born a little earlier, somewhere else, thinking as I do - would I have been sent to the labor camps? Would I have been shot in the back of the head?
Anything could happen. If Rudy is elected president, all could be lost. I'm scared and exhilarated and wondering about things like insulation and why the Chinese communists simplified the written Chinese language.
Integrity? Wind power or electric or none at all?
"That's why we need to reprocess the uranium we already have," the Entergy spokesman told me.
'But wouldn't that create weapons grade plutonium?" I asked.
"Well, yeah," he said. "You gotta be careful."
Last night, I spent almost an hour looking at photos from nuclear bomb tests. Nuclear energy is safe, clean, reliable and efficient. Right. Tell that to Hiroshima. Tell that to the New York I hope to God my children never know.
Listening to Ben Bernanke on the radio today, thinking about credit markets, thinking about China, thinking about sanity, eating some bread and cheese, adding a log to the fire.
There's too much - too many books to write, too many friends to contact, too many fish to catch, too many hearts to touch and break and heal.
moving, moving, always moving on.