Sunday, May 12, 2013

Society v. ice cream men, Cher's mom sings and a new ghost town in Argentina


- Find someone to fist-bump and crack open the champagne, mankind. It’s time to celebrate. Together, we’ve achieved something amazing and that something is having such a detrimental impact on the environment that the concentration of carbon dioxide in our planet's air has reached a level that is unprecedented in human history. Never before has so much of this greenhouse gas loomed in the skies above and the credit/blame goes nowhere but on humanity for burning so many fossil fuels that the planet’s ecosystem is helpless to defend itself. According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), Earth's atmosphere now has about 400 molecules of CO2 in every million molecules of air. Scientist Charles Keeling first monitored rising CO2 levels at the Mauna Loa Observatory on Hawaii's Big Island in 1958 and at that time, the concentration was 317 parts per million (ppm). The ascent from that sadly low number to 2013’s impressive figure is shown in a graph known as the Keeling Curve. Fittingly, two instruments at Keeling's former observatory recorded the milestone of 400.03 ppm on that curve Thursday. Keeling, a bleeding-heart liberal back before it was cool, warned in the 1950s that rising CO2 would result in droughts, heat waves, higher sea levels and scarcer food supplies. He tried to warn the world, but no one listened and the past few decades have yielded a steady stream of natural disasters that have increased in frequency as time has worn on. Scientists now hope merely to stabilize CO2 concentration below 450 ppm and reduce short-lived warming pollutants in the lower atmosphere and even those goals seem lofty. Sure, reaching them could save 4.5 million lives that are now lost to indoor smoke and outdoor pollution and save as much as 100 million tons of crops destroyed by ozone pollution, but the world has a proven track record of ignoring this type of ominous information…….


- A good ghost town is tough to find. Argentineans know this. After all, it was back on Nov. 10, 1985 when water burst through a retaining wall and spilled into the lakeside streets of a small, popular lakeside resort known as Epecuen. A massive rainstorm followed a series of wet winters led to the flooding and it was so sudden that people fled with what they could as the homes they left behind were eventually submerged under 33 feet of corrosive saltwater. For more than a quarter of a century, the town remained underwater and the saltwater baths and spas that tourists once came there to enjoy were beneath the surface. That has changed of late as the waters have receded, leaving behind in the Argentine farmlands southwest of Buenos Aires that looks like a scene from a movie about the end of the world. A place that once served 20,000 tourists a season is once again drawing the visitors in even though the drive from the capital takes nearly six hours along 340 miles of narrow country roads. As James Earl Jones promised in “Field of Dreams,” people will come. They’ll come to see a ghost town fill with rusted hulks of automobiles and furniture, crumbled homes and broken appliances. They’ll come to climb broken staircases that lead nowhere and wander through a graveyard where floodwaters have toppled tombstones and left graves exposed to the elements. While they’re visiting these lovely and uplifting sites, they can have a friendly chat with 82-year-old Pablo Novak, who still lives on the edge of the town, welcoming people who wander into the town. "Whoever passes nearby cannot go without coming to visit here," Novak said. "It's getting more people to the area, as they come to see the ruins.” Many of those who fled Epecuen now live in nearby Carhue, another lakeside town. The rebuilt many of the city’s most-popular features there and have no plans to return, but that doesn’t mean the tourists won’t………


- The nightmare won’t go away. Cher, a.k.a. Cherilyn Sarkisian, has been tormenting the world with the crap she calls singing, but her terrorism via horrible music has mostly been contained to her own awful albums or those she recorded with her late husband, Sonny Bono. Now, her mother is getting in on the party (that no one wants to attend) by releasing her own album. Yes, 86-year-old Georgia Holt has dropped “Honky Tonk,” her debut album. It entered the Billboard Heatseekers chart at Number 13 and the Top Country Albums chart at Number 43 following its release last week and despite the fact that it is utterly unlistenable, it does have an interesting back story. The album was originally recorded in 1980 with members of Elvis Presley’s band, but it was never released – much to the relief of the world. However, as so often happens with forgotten recordings of music in a horrible genre sung by someone with little or no vocal talent, the session tapes were recently rediscovered in Holt's garage. Some of the songs are original material written by Holt, but there are also crappy covers of “Love Me Tender” and “Cryin’ Time.” Oh, and there is a duet with Holt and her musically inept daughter, so maybe there’s something the U.S. government can use to coerce a few more confessions out of the detainees at Guantanamo Bay before it closes, whenever President Obama gets around to that. Cher took the tapes to her musical director Paul Mirkovich after finding them and he spun them into a truly forgettable and regrettable finished product. "He went in and took it all apart and put all new music in it. Basically, we just kept mom's voice and put everything else new on it," Cher explained……… 


- Pedophiles will have to find a new method of luring in children from now on in Coachella, Calif. The city, which typically only gets any attention when it hosts its annual music festival at which iconic, deceased rappers occasionally perform in hologram form, is making headlines of another kind by announcing a decision to stop issuing new permits to ice cream truck drivers, a.k.a. the child molesters of the food truck world. Going forward, vendors who already have permits will be allowed to continue selling, but once those individuals shut down their business, pass away or grow tired of hearing “Do Your Ears Hang Low?” on their truck-top speaker for eight hours a day, the ice cream truck industry will wither and die in Coachella. The official reason given by city leaders for the decision is that there are too many vendors already and combined with a recent wave of crime (i.e. statutory rapes) involving drivers, putting an end to permits for these shady characters just made sense. In first few months of the year, police arrested one ice cream truck driver for DUI (sounds like those Irish Car Bomb Pops were a bad idea) and another was cited for urinating inside his truck, which is probably unsanitary. Oh, and there was that one incident last month when police arrested 40-year-old Israel Ayala for exposing himself to children on at least two occasions while selling ice cream. Ayala was charged with indecent exposure, which is actually one of the least offensive and unsavory offenses an ice cream truck driver could commit with children involved. There is a chance this is part of a secret, all-out war on ice cream in the city, as small pushcarts selling the frozen treat are already illegal in Coachella…….


- Rutgers men’s basketball is under new management. That is the more pertinent fact when digesting the news that the new coach, Eddie Jordan, apparently lied on his résumé when he claimed that he graduated in 1977 from the same university he now works for. According to the university registrar's office, the former NBA player and coach never received a degree from Rutgers despite earning 103 credit hours from 1973 to 1985. University officials haven't said it the screw-up in on them for not vetting the résumé or if Jordan deliberately lied to them, but admitted only that “was in error when it reported that Eddie Jordan had earned a degree.” However, the university tagged that admission by pointing out that Jordan’s new position does not require him to have a degree. "Rutgers sought Eddie for the head coach position as a target-of-opportunity hire based on his remarkable public career," Rutgers said in a release. "Eddie Jordan was inducted into the Rutgers Hall of Distinguished Alumni in 2004, and he has been a part of the Rutgers family since before 1977." Not verifying the information listed in a bio of their new coach by checking with their new coach just never crossed anyone at Rutgers’ mind, it seems. Jordan admits he did not receive a diploma, but said he did complete his school hours in 1985 and blamed his lack of an actual degree on a registration issue after he finished playing at Rutgers in 1977. He returned to school to complete his degree after his NBA career ended in 1984 and claims that’s where the confusion occurred. "Some of the professors are still around and some are gone, but they all know I was in class and did my work,'' Jordan said. "There was arrogance on my part when I was told I didn't register right, and then I left to (coach at) Old Dominion. I was told my classes were never recorded. I saw a transcript. I will have to find it. I was there and I completed the work. My professors that are still there know that. That's it." In Jordan’s version of the story, he went to class in 1984 and did all of the work to earn his degree, only to learn he wasn’t officially registered. Of course, he was a physical education major, so a degree wouldn’t prove much anyhow. Degree or not, what really matters is that unlike his predecessor on the Rutgers bench, the disgraced Mike Rice, Jordan isn’t known for assaulting players, blasting them with basketballs from five feet away and hitting them with homophobic slurs. If he doesn’t do those things, then he’s a massive upgrade already………

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