December Picnics
It's strange being able to leave your jacket on the hanger in the middle of December. The same could be said about being able to roll down your window in your car a week before Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I like being able to give the heater a rest in what is usually a time to plug in the space heater and curl up in a blanket. It was interesting buying a vegan cheese steak from Melt, cruising over to Burnet Woods, and snagging a picnic table by a few older gentleman soaking up the winter sun.
But for those of you who are used to the biting cold that comes with Ohio winters, the debate has to be close to over as to whether global warming was just a way for Al Gore to scare us into voluntarily listening to him lecture for two hours, or if it's the real mccoy.
I suppose there will always be nay-sayers, even on something as obvious as global warming, but they are just burying their heads in the sand – on their December weekend trip to Lake Michigan maybe. It seems that denying the truth, or making up an alternate reality, is easier for some than actually confronting destiny and taking it by the horns.
For now I'll just enjoy picnics in December. I may even plan a Christmas camping trip (At this rate I wouldn't be out of line to bring a bathing suit). I'll just hope the irony won't be lost on the general public.
Don't get me wrong, I like being able to give the heater a rest in what is usually a time to plug in the space heater and curl up in a blanket. It was interesting buying a vegan cheese steak from Melt, cruising over to Burnet Woods, and snagging a picnic table by a few older gentleman soaking up the winter sun.
But for those of you who are used to the biting cold that comes with Ohio winters, the debate has to be close to over as to whether global warming was just a way for Al Gore to scare us into voluntarily listening to him lecture for two hours, or if it's the real mccoy.
I suppose there will always be nay-sayers, even on something as obvious as global warming, but they are just burying their heads in the sand – on their December weekend trip to Lake Michigan maybe. It seems that denying the truth, or making up an alternate reality, is easier for some than actually confronting destiny and taking it by the horns.
For now I'll just enjoy picnics in December. I may even plan a Christmas camping trip (At this rate I wouldn't be out of line to bring a bathing suit). I'll just hope the irony won't be lost on the general public.
Labels: Cincinnati, environment
The naysayers will start popping up when it snows real hard- once or twice. 2 inches of snow after a week of 60 degree temps and they'll say, "see global warming isn't happening".
I actually saw something similar to this on a blog an apparent right-wing christian couple was out in their yard down in Tennessee after it snowed last March- the caption: "Enjoying Another Day of Global Warming" or some shit like that.
Posted by Elvis Drinkmo | 10:46 PM