http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/Occasional posts, mostly on green themes.en-EUMokoFeed10http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/c7/bab585d0adaae9a95db1d3da903948_160x200.jpghttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/cbt-dl-5746348/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-03-12:/2009/03/12/cbt-dl-5746348/Thu, 12 Mar 2009 23:00:50 +0100 <p>Ok a not quite so green theme here, but I've always wanted a motorbike. And I've always listened to the people who've said how dangerous they are, and I've had relatives and friends badly injured and killed on motor bikes.<br> But last week I chatted with someone about my age who was just getting into biking, and I thought I'm going to at least have a go at the CBT (compulsory basic training).<br> Uncharacteristically I quickly booked myself on a CBT course and actually completed it today. I felt out of place, the place being basically a garage with an office and a small changing/seminar room attached. (I have never owned a car. Had a few lessons, didn't enjoy it.)<br> There were four of us doing the training, the other three all half my age, car drivers, and some biking experience. They talked loudly about "fucking V6 voxies" and "daft blue wheel trims" etc., and were all keen to move on to bigger bikes as quickly as possible. They seemed bemused by my comment about being in no hurry.<br> The instructors were both about my age, both quite good at swearing. (I tried it in my teens but never quite got the hang of it.) One of them protested slightly too much I thought. He had police contacts, for example, therefore could travel at 200 mph without fear of prosecution, whilst being in total control of course. If any of us quoted him he would hunt us down. He owns an extremely hard dog. Etc. He also assessed our knowledge of the Highway Code. He said he was worried about me because I was shy and quiet, I replied I was simply ignorant, which raised minor titters. I made more of an effort thereafter, shouting out "a car doors width" got me positive feedback. His was the penultimate theory session anyway, before we went out onto real roads.<br> Previous to that we'd practised in the yard. I was very good at stalling the engine and riding into cones. The instructor was very good (the one who didn't protest too much), got me to relax and take it slow, and assured me that I was doing well. He also told me I was ham-fisted and had the touch of an elephant, which was fair enough. Odd, I'm normally such a gentle soul.<br> I was rather nervous setting out onto the real road. We had radio headsets on, and I was asked to lead out our group (we went out in two groups of three, the instructors behind the learners). The radio was crackly and I'm possibly going deaf, so things went wrong pretty quickly, i.e. I missed a turn very early on. We stopped, the volume got turned up, and I assured the instructor I would shake my head if I didn't understand a communication.<br> I went too fast initially, and kept stalling at junctions, forgetting to change down. I remembered to switch off the indicator only about twice. After about an hour though I felt slightly more comfortable, and I actually enjoyed the sweeping corners, and even enjoyed the speed (which I didn't in a car).<br> Anyway the whole CBT course took about 6 hours excluding breaks, and I would recommend it to anyone even vaguely interested in motorcycling.<br> I look back at my car driving lessons and they were so pedantic and boring in comparison.<br> I'm looking to buy a 125 to get more road experience for a year or so before I do the proper bike test, meanwhile I'll do the theory. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/cbt-dl-5746348/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>leisuremotorcyclinghttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/12/cbt-dl-5746348/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/outlaw-wolf-part-5681784/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-03-02:/2009/03/02/outlaw-wolf-part-5681784/Mon, 02 Mar 2009 22:51:22 +0100 <p>I was reduced to poaching livestock that last winter, there was nothing else to eat. Men were everywhere, chopping down the forest, putting up fences, digging, damming...<br> So I wasn't surprised when I was finally cornered. I'd been about to jump a wall, having eaten most of a calf, when I heard the click of a rifle being cocked. And I hesitated. Then I turned towards the sound. Then I just sat and waited. It happened very spontaneously, I didn't decide to die. But once I'd hesitated, that was it.<br> He advanced slowly, as if allowing me to see him. I saw his eyes lit large, fearful yet malevolent, much like mine I imagine. It was clear he wished me harm, so I leapt forward.<br> My death was quick and not too painful. I remember experiencing a loud bang, blinding light, and paralysis. My jaws wouldn't work, my throat was a bloody gorge, I tried to move my legs and my whole body convulsed. I looked into the eye of my killer. I'm ready to die, I said. For an alarming moment I thought he wouldn't, then he finished me off. His eyes looked my mother's.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/outlaw-wolf-part-5681784/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>naturewolfstorieshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/outlaw-wolf-part-5681784/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/how-to-reduce-the-prison-population-5680982/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-03-02:/2009/03/02/how-to-reduce-the-prison-population-5680982/Mon, 02 Mar 2009 20:44:09 +0100 <p>This is so simple, it really is. The only people who should be locked up are those who are persistently violent towards others. (I'd ideally include all animal species as "others" but I'll be realistic. One step at a time. Lets start with humans.)<br> So fraudsters, thieves, damagers of property, non-payers of taxes, blackmailers etc., either pay a fine or do community service, number of hours calculated to repay the financial cost of their crime.<br> And community service would be proper work, by the way. Also useful, possibly rewarding work. Eight hours a day working allotments for housebound pensioners. Renovating buildngs. Improving the environment generally. Supervised by hard but fair people with an old fashioned work ethic. (No, I'm not one of them, I'm a lazy sod.)<br> I was thinking of writing to Jacqui Smith about this but I doubt if she'd get to read it, or, if she did, she wouldn't do anything about it. I know, thats cynical, defeatist, but I think realistic. The law is basically about protection of property and power, not persons.<br> But yeah I'll write to her anyway. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/how-to-reduce-the-prison-population-5680982/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>politicshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/02/how-to-reduce-the-prison-population-5680982/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/01/wolf-ecology-fiction-5669113/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-28:/2009/03/01/wolf-ecology-fiction-5669113/Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:03:28 +0100 <p>I've been hunted many times. One man tracked me for three winters. After a while it was easy to stay just out of his range without really thinking about it. But one time, for fun, I walked into his camp while he was sleeping, shat in one of his boots, and took the other one away and tossed it in a pond.</p> <p>You do silly things when you're young. You take risks without fully realising the odds. When you're older, maybe you get too careful, maybe you think too much. But the hunter who finally killed me was clever. He was slow and patient, took time to get to know me. I watched him once touch a twig I'd scratched my nose on and put it to his nose. I saw him pick bits of my fur from thorns and keep them in his pocket. He could track other animals just as easily, and had no problem surviving outside of those human zones, with their hard scentless tracks, their noise and blazing light.</p> <p>I wondered if he could be one of the elder people my mother told us about, who lived alongside us, before I was born. They were like us, she said, we shared land and food. But this one wanted me dead, I knew it. I kept moving. At one point I almost ran headlong out into nowhere.</p> <p>My last Winter came. The cold isn't a problem for wolves, it's just the lack of food. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/01/wolf-ecology-fiction-5669113/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>wolfecologyfictionhttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/03/01/wolf-ecology-fiction-5669113/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/25/outlaw-wolf-part-5650855/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-25:/2009/02/25/outlaw-wolf-part-5650855/Wed, 25 Feb 2009 23:54:54 +0100 <p>But what am I saying? Ideas of wrong or right never occurred to me when I was a live wolf. Abstractions of any kind, in fact. Only the particular was important. In fact my attention to detail kept me alive.</p> <p>I lost two of my siblings to traps. One of them indirectly, because he would not leave his sister. I took the more cowardly option. Previously I saw my mother shot and badly hurt, and stayed with her, and was shot at in turn. So I ran away.<br> My sole remaining brother was poisoned, or so I believe. My mother knew the ways of men, and warned us not to eat dead meat unless we were sure it was not killed by them. Only eat your own kills. My brother was greedy and there was something rank on his breath just before he died, like old cheese.<br> I am a wary creature, or was. Ever since then any hint of that smell, any hint of man, I hide. I've had moments of boldness. Once I dug up three balls of offal, which smelled good. They didn't smell human, but nor did they smell of any other predator who might have buried them. And anyway, I hadn't killed them. They were spaced about 100 yards apart. I gathered them together in a pile and shat on them.<br> Traps are easy. Usually you can see the earth's been disturbed, and smell the metal, so long as you're not going too fast. And if you have to go fast, don't use the usual tracks. I know, easier said than done. But always best to hide. I've only had two face to face encounters with humans. And I'm dead because of the second one. Anyway I used to like digging up those metal traps and setting them off. That, and shitting on their poisoned bait, was as near as I got to a conversation with death with a human. Ironic that now I'm dead I'm talking to humans. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/25/outlaw-wolf-part-5650855/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>ecologynaturewolfhttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/25/outlaw-wolf-part-5650855/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-part-5636323/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-23:/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-part-5636323/Mon, 23 Feb 2009 21:35:59 +0100 <p>Now I know that look my mother gave me conveyed her awareness of her mortality, and of the mortality of our prey. She said we're none of us around forever, and we all depend on each other. Caribou, wolf, fox, hare, all need to live and die together. When you want to kill someone, you look them in the eye. They look back, and you know if they're ready to die or not, or how much of a fight you're going to have. It's the conversation of death. It's conveyed in an instant. And its conveyed very clumsily by these human words.</p> <p>And maybe that's because humans don't understand the conversation of death. I've seen only fear in their eyes. Or sometimes their eyes are blank, unreadable. That's the time I hide, as quickly as I can. The eyes of their domestic animals convey only fear. How can I describe it. It's like they're not animals. They have no spirit. They're not worth killing.</p> <p>Yet I've killed many of them, I admit, and more than I needed to eat. And tame meat, incidentally, has no taste, it tells you nothing. I suppose, looking back, I could say I was angry, resentful, I hated the men and their herds. But actually I didn't. That's the human fingers distorting my voice. The truth is nearer to I just don't understand humans at all, they don't fit into the world. Maybe my world is wrong. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-part-5636323/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>wolfnaturehttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-part-5636323/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-5635346/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-23:/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-5635346/Mon, 23 Feb 2009 18:32:07 +0100 <p>This is an attempt at a story, mainly inspired by Of Wolves and Men by Barry Holstun Lopez. Feedback welcome. To be continued.</p> <p>As far as I can tell I am the last of my kind. My mother told me she lived with a pack, with wolves from other families. The only wolves I have known are my mother and brothers and sisters, all of whom were killed by men. Most of what I know I learned from my mother, most of the rest from men.</p> <p>Men are like wolves. They are clever hunters, and have family and friends like we do. But they differ from us, and from other wild animals, in their strange ignorance of death. I know, you're thinking it's surely the other way round, it's wild animals who aren't aware of their mortality. Perhaps you're also thinking I'm an unusually literate wolf. The latter I can explain more easily. I am a wolf spirit, using human fingers to type my story. The former idea, about perceptions of death, is perhaps impossible to explain. But I'll try.</p> <p>When I was young I was stupid, and would kill without thought. Anything that moved I would chase, it was fun. If it got away it didn't matter, mother would feed us. But as I grew bigger, I learned the ways of bigger prey. I learned stealth and patience, to watch from a distance as deer went to drink, at the same place every day. Mother and I would hide in our places, then I would run out and frighten the deer towards her. When she caught one, I would help her kill it. There were other tricks, this was one of the first I learned. A couple of times my mother clearly let deer escape which she could have caught. Being young and ignorant I was disappointed in her, and foolishly conveyed this, in my yip yappy juvenile way. She gave me a look which quietened me, and which made me feel sad, so I would whimper and cuddle up to her. Looking back, I think I didn't want to understand that look. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-5635346/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>booksnaturewolfhttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/23/outlaw-wolf-5635346/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/18/practical-animal-welfare-5604072/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-18:/2009/02/18/practical-animal-welfare-5604072/Wed, 18 Feb 2009 23:05:01 +0100 <p>We have a guinea pig and a rabbit where I work. Bumble and Patch. They're confined, but have a nice hutch within an enclosure about eight feet square. They're healthy and well fed, and seem to get on well. The rabbit was found in an allotment, the guinea pig bought from some farm locally where he was boxed up with other guinea pigs who were bullying him, I suspect because of his haircut, he has naturally punk hair, several crowns all over his body.<br> We have 12 residents and 13 staff. The residents I can excuse because of their mental health problems. Out of the staff eight will feed Bumble and Patch, at least occasionally. Four are willing to clean them out, including me.<br> So that's roughly 75% of staff keeping them alive, 33% ensuring basic hygiene. Which means 25% of the staff don't care if Bumble or Patch starve to death, whilst living in filth.<br> I find this difficult to understand. I've asked the uncaring few what they think about this, even asking "you don't care do you?"<br> The people I respect most have replied directly with a negative (one). Others lie, or promise, or won't talk.<br> I dare say I'm coming across as a really awkward miserable sod in these blogs, but in reality I get on well with people, I'm a fairly genial miserable sod, I'm just increasingly baffled and angered by our species ignorance and cruelty towards others.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/18/practical-animal-welfare-5604072/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>guinea-pigrabbitanimal-rightshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/18/practical-animal-welfare-5604072/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/12/animal-welfare-at-work-5559337/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-12:/2009/02/12/animal-welfare-at-work-5559337/Thu, 12 Feb 2009 13:03:08 +0100 <p>I am annoying the people I work with lately. To be fair, they annoy me too. And in my defence, I'm not voicing my opinions unless there's a context. For example I recently had the misfortune to come across the carcass of an Asda Smartprice chicken. (I work in mental health care by the way, and we help our service users to prepare meals etc.) This sad specimen had been cooked for four, one of whom wasn't interested in getting out of bed, while the remaing three ate their customary child's portion, leaving well over half the chicken intact. This would probably have been binned a year or so ago, but I like to think people have stopped waste like this at least partly because of my views on it.</p> <p>I tasted the meat. It had a texture not far removed from plasticene. The taste was not far removed either, I imagine. (I have been an aspiring vegetarian for years, but am more strict of late.) I removed the meat and boiled the carcass for stock. As you may know, chicken stock, when cooled, should be a brown jelly with a layer of yellow fat on top. This smartprice stock was a grey sludge.</p> <p>Anyway I conveyed this information, as part of the handover, to the next shift, given that it was shopping day. I was concise, saying something like "Don't buy cheap meat, it's shit and most of it gets wasted, buy a smaller better quality bird or joint", and directed this at one person in particular who buys cheap meat. He ended up flicking a v-sign inches from my face, saying "just because you've got a bee in your bonnet about battery hens - "<br> " - and broiler chickens", I interrupted, so as to annoy him, I admit. I doubt he knows what a broiler chicken is. He stormed out at that point. The people remaining agreed we should not buy cheap meat, but can't afford to go as far as free range.</p> <p>I don't preach vegetarianism, and only talk about it if people ask. I have attempted to persuade people not to buy Procter and Gamble products, however. Unsuccessfully.</p> <p>To be fair, the v-sign flicker is an extreme, and I at least appreciate his directness. A more usual response is "oh Bernard man", meaning, I think, "I've heard all this before but its of secondary importance, I'm here to do a specific job." Also, "I know, you're right, I really feel sorry for the £1.99 chicken. But I've got a family to feed."</p> <p>I will persevere. I won't start about the pet rabbit and guinea pig, I'll save that for later. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/12/animal-welfare-at-work-5559337/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>animal-rightsvegetarianismworkhttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/12/animal-welfare-at-work-5559337/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/12/animal-rights-propaganda-5558856/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-12:/2009/02/12/animal-rights-propaganda-5558856/Thu, 12 Feb 2009 12:03:45 +0100 <p>Lately I am rapidly evolving into a dangerous extremist, i.e. an animal rights supporter. I blame this on two books I have read recently, Animals Like Us by Mark Rowlands, and Rage and Reason by Michael Tobias. I know, I chose to read them. Or did some drive or compulsion beyond my conscious control compel me to do so? </p> <p>Anyway, for those still reading (and I hope that's not just animal rights nutcases like me), Rowlands book is an excellent presentation of the ethical case for animal rights. Its hard (for me at least) to dispute his argument that equal consideration of interests should apply to all sentient beings. And I defy anyone to read his chapters on factory farming and vivisection and then go on to knowingly fund these practices.</p> <p>I read Rage and Reason in a day, I was so gripped by it. Its the story of a super fit ex forces vegetarian psycho who takes revenge on scientists, chefs, furriers etc., in various imaginative and grisly ways. Its fiction by the way.</p> <p>So, in my defence, I believe I have been propagandized. Read my next post to see how this has disrupted some of my interpersonal relationships. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/12/animal-rights-propaganda-5558856/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>booksanimal-rightshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/12/animal-rights-propaganda-5558856/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/07/pigs-like-us-5523422/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2009-02-07:/2009/02/07/pigs-like-us-5523422/Sat, 07 Feb 2009 08:17:49 +0100 <p>Aren't pigs funny? Or so Jamie Oliver strongly implied recently, as he saved our bacon. Our bacon. Our country. Our pigs. We own them, we can do what we like to them, but we should at least be nice to them before we kill and eat them, if only for the pleasure of the palette. Better animal welfare means yummier meat.</p> <p>I think I see what Jamie was trying to do. In showing pigs ejaculating, being born, castrated, horribly confined, and killed, he was showing us the reality of the meat we eat. Think about where it comes from, how it's produced. Don't buy the cheap stuff.</p> <p>But the whole programme was fundamentally demeaning to pigs. Pigs should be large, hairy, scary beasts which live in forests. Instead they've become pink, bald, fat, live indoors all their lives, eat shit, are treated like shit, have no autonomy, and are cut off from nature so completely they would just die out there. Where's the feeding trough?</p> <p>Just like us. Where's the Asda? Watching the pigs wasn't dissimilar to watching Big Brother really. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/07/pigs-like-us-5523422/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>shoppingentertainmenthttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2009/02/07/pigs-like-us-5523422/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/12/23/christmas-is-shit-5266613/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2008-12-23:/2008/12/23/christmas-is-shit-5266613/Tue, 23 Dec 2008 23:40:42 +0100 <p>One good thing about Christmas is that people at least have a stab at saying nice things to each other. "Happy Christmas", that sort of thing. And perhaps that's the only good thing about it.<br> Otherwise its a time of overconsumption, even more waste than usual, panic buying of sprouts, half of which will go in the bin, millions of intensively reared animals killed after spending the whole of their miserable lives in an overpopulated warehouse. When people spend small fortunes on ipods and trainers and wiis for the kids.<br> And its a celebration of what? It's Jesus's birthday. Jesus himself may have meant well, but his followers since haven't exactly been beacons of virtue. The Crusades, the Inquisition, Northern Ireland, sodomising priests, and now the pope bleating about homosexuality.<br> Apparently more people disappear around this time of year than any other. They just walk away. They've had enough of it.<br> Hapy Christmas! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/12/23/christmas-is-shit-5266613/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>christmashttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/12/23/christmas-is-shit-5266613/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/11/07/political-speech-4997471/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2008-11-07:/2008/11/07/political-speech-4997471/Fri, 07 Nov 2008 08:10:11 +0100 <p>People of this land I salute you! Thank you! Thank you.<br> This is a historic day. Truly this day will go down in history. A day when you, the people of this land, decided for change. To move forward, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, into a new future, a new tomorrow. Thank you. You are my inspiration. You are my everything. Thank you!<br> Y'know, I'm just a regular kinda guy. I speak as I find. I don't pussyfoot around. No beating about the bush. Lets get straight to the point people of this land! The truth! The truth is now! The truth is real! The truth is you, me, every man woman and child moving forward, together, into a new tomorrow! Are you with me?!<br> Make no mistake, this is no easy task. The way forward will not be smooth and straight. There will be rocks, hurdles, twists and turns, dark cold nights. Owls. Badgers. But together, people of this land, together, we will win through! Hand in hand! Together!<br> Thank you! Thank you so much! (Waves, leaves) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/11/07/political-speech-4997471/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>politicslifehttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/11/07/political-speech-4997471/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/10/06/laziness-4831079/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2008-10-06:/2008/10/06/laziness-4831079/Mon, 06 Oct 2008 21:59:48 +0200 <p>It's too easy sometimes to suppose that my colossal laziness and passivity is due simply to cause and effect, both genetic and environmental.<br> If cause and effect exists, after all, there is no free will. We don't decide what we're going to do, we just react to circumstance, instinctively, unconsciously. Ask anyone who plays sport.<br> But perhaps the gulf between free will and determinism isn't so vast after all, it doesn't have to be completely either/or. Perhaps basically cause and effect comes first, then we cogitate and contemplate and think what went wrong or right, what we might do next time, and maybe, if we are not lazy, we practice, thus increasing the chances we'll get it right next time.<br> I don't know. I don't think anyone knows.<br> Why am I so lazy? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/10/06/laziness-4831079/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/10/06/laziness-4831079/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/catastrophe-4660193/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2008-08-31:/2008/08/31/catastrophe-4660193/Sun, 31 Aug 2008 03:05:20 +0200 <p>Perhaps its the death instinct in me, but I'm drawn toward scenarios of impending doom. My favourite until recently was the melting Siberian permafrost releasing billions of tons of methane into the atmosphere with, as usual, unknown consequences.<br> How much do scientists really know? They can be paid to prove anything. Or at least produce research that indicates anything.<br> Today I read in the Telegraph that in ten days time the worlds largest ever non-military experiment will commence, somewhere on the Swiss-French border, which is designed to replicate the conditions which existed seconds after the big bang. Its called a Large Hadron Collider, and is costing £4.4 billion. My initial thought was "sounds a bit like half-life". But it could be worse than that, according to Otto Rossler, who says the proton collisions caused by this machine could create "mini black holes" which could destroy the earth. CERN say its perfectly safe, don't worry.<br> Sometimes it seems to me we're balancing on the edge of a precipice, daring it to swallow us up. No-one is in charge. We, as a species, collectively, want to die. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/catastrophe-4660193/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sciencehttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/08/31/catastrophe-4660193/#commentshttp://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/08/30/i-read-in-the-telegraph-the-other-day-that-the-4658616/tag:bornardsblog.blog.co.uk,2008-08-30:/2008/08/30/i-read-in-the-telegraph-the-other-day-that-the-4658616/Sat, 30 Aug 2008 17:27:32 +0200 <p>I read in the Telegraph the other day that the UK is set to become the most populous nation in Europe in about 50 years time. We currently have over 60 million people, which makes us environmentally unsustainable, according to the Optimum Population Trust, who reckon we could possibly support about a third of that figure, if we we lived a bit greener.<br> And I remember reading the words of a North American Indian, in Dee Brown's Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, expressing incredulity at the white man's destruction of the earth. They/we kill everything for short term gain, thinking there'll be something else around the corner. It's surely very stupid, basically unsustainable, so why are we still doing it?<br> I suppose we don't know how to stop. Personally I don't know what "sustainable" means. I don't know how much land I would need to support myself, and the thought of scrabbling in the earth and maybe killing the odd rabbit isn't very appealing for me. Well, it's slightly appealing.<br> Am I missing something? Or are we all in total myopic denial?<br> I'm trying, a little bit. I have no car, no kids, and haven't bought any meat for a while now. I'll eat meat if I find some or am given some, but I hate to support factory farming. I'm appalled by human cruelty, both to our own and others species, and wonder about the cause of this.<br> We're genetically aggressive perhaps, or passive/aggressive, i.e. we're herd creatures who follow the loudest and angriest of our fellow creatures.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/08/30/i-read-in-the-telegraph-the-other-day-that-the-4658616/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://bornardsblog.blog.co.uk/2008/08/30/i-read-in-the-telegraph-the-other-day-that-the-4658616/#comments