As 5,000 barrels a day of oil slick spreads across the Gulf of Mexico, threatening the Mississippi Delta's spawning grounds and Gulf Coast beaches, one wonders at the nimbyism of Cape Codders who have fought the first coastal waters wind farm in America for nine years. Doing so has certainly stained the Kennedy family's reputation for environmental advocacy. There's no such thing as a turbine spill. Poetic justice it will be if these naysayers along the coast end up submerged by fossil fuel-driven sea level rises and lose their ancient views altogether, turbines or not.
Nantucket was once famous for the whale oil trade -- the pre-petroleum liquid of choice that burned in America's lamps and lit the young nation. It's worth noting that after a century and a half, Nantucket Sound may soon return, symbolically at least, to the energy business. In the 1820's, when Nantucketers sighted tall sails they knew that fresh energy was at hand. "Greasy luck" the whalers called it.
What America needs now is fresh energy at hand. Call it windy luck. Let's welcome it to our back yard.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
The Golden Fleece
A new world. The teller of ancient tales has found his way to the world of social networking and much like Jason beholding the Golden Fleece for the first time, feels bedazzled but hopeful. Thusly I begin this new blog about storytelling in general and Odds Bodkin's life doing it in particular.
Last week I spent five extraordinary days at the Washington Montessori School in Washington, CT.
There, working with 72 or so 1st, 2nd and 3rd graders, great teachers and a music teacher of the first order (I'll omit names because I haven't discussed mentioning theirs), we went from a telling of "The Little Shepherd" on Monday--an Italian fairy tale none of the children had heard before--to a Friday night performance, complete with actors, dynamic movers and Orff musicians.
The children learned stage craft, speaking from imagination, elocution, acting, composing, teamwork and discipline, all, I'm convinced, while having lots of fun.
--Odds
Last week I spent five extraordinary days at the Washington Montessori School in Washington, CT.
There, working with 72 or so 1st, 2nd and 3rd graders, great teachers and a music teacher of the first order (I'll omit names because I haven't discussed mentioning theirs), we went from a telling of "The Little Shepherd" on Monday--an Italian fairy tale none of the children had heard before--to a Friday night performance, complete with actors, dynamic movers and Orff musicians.
The children learned stage craft, speaking from imagination, elocution, acting, composing, teamwork and discipline, all, I'm convinced, while having lots of fun.
--Odds
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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