Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Comparative Gas Studies




As we made our way up the mountain to the temple, the cab driver in Gyeongju explained that we were running on LPG. All commercial and transit vehicles in Korea run on LPG, and not on regular gasoline. We had been wondering why cab fares weren't too expensive, and the notorious Seoul pollution was mysteriously reduced. LPG is reported to burn more cleanly. A quick internet search reveals that a smattering of folks around the planet are itching to convert their cars to run on LPG. Investment and government support seem to be key factors for the the use of LPG.
This is the problem in the US-- the petroleum corporations and government must change the domestic energy market and policy to promote alternative fuels. The pursuit of profits eclipse alternative energy initiatives-- and keeps the profits in the hands of a few corporations.
I've been a link in the supply chain for a major petroleum company, and it's never been sustainable. Shortly after I graduated from college, the job I had working in a school with a special education student was only part time, so in the afternoons, I worked in the Purchasing Department of a major petroleum company. Everyone was still buying SUV's like hotcakes in the mid 90's and gas had yet to break $2. The company was building new gas stations at breakneck speed. I spent the next year ordering endless numbers of pumps, sumps, hoses, nozzles, displays, giant tanks, trash cans, dispensers, and towards the end of my tenure, a whole lot of plastic "2"'s so that all the franchisees could be ready when the price of gas broke 2 dollars. No one realized the financial or environmental consequences of this consumption. I was just a temp, and my workers and I were grateful to have our low paying jobs and were dissociated from our actual work. We sat in cubicles all day. Some folks circulated pyramid schemes involving vitamins. The strategists were busy co-branding with McDonald's so people could pick up a Big Mac while filling up their giant SUV's at every corner.
The economy of gasoline is very strange to me. Gas is something many people spend huge amounts of money on; it's up there with housing and food. We know that the profits do not go to the people or even the economies of the countries where we extract and produce gas. Most of this money goes to a very small number of people, and almost none goes to the communities where gas is sold. From years of working in corporate Los Angeles, I know this is where the money goes: to second homes in Malibu and Santa Barbara, prep school and college tuition, plastic surgery, luxury items.
The money also passes through the hands of many immigrant families. My family immigrated to the US in the 1970's during the gas crisis. My father got a job pumping gas and eventually we franchised a station on Exposition Blvd. in South Central Los Angeles. This station was rationed a lot of gas, and my family made enough money to buy off the neighborhood kids prone to vandalism and to save up for a down payment on a house. After a year or two, we handed the station over to another family and moved out of Koreatown into Orange County. The work is profitable, but, again, not sustainable. It's a dangerous, dirty effort that requires long hours.
Eventually, I quit the Purchasing Department and took a gig teaching in Compton to address educational and social inequities. The district was bankrupt in every way and run by the state. I spent a lot of money on gas commuting from the Westside. The two things I learned to rely on in Compton: the Korean gas station operators and a slim, middle aged African American gentleman who jogged every morning up Central Avenue bearing a tall white cross on his shoulder.

Friday, August 29, 2008

A New Frontier

The rental car only had a tape deck, so we stopped at the Wasilla Goodwill where I picked up a Springsteen tape and some Bill Bryson paperbacks for a couple of dollars. We had spent the first part of the week in Denali and Talkeetna, where we had crossed paths with international mountaineers drying out their tents, busloads of tourists, and lean backpackers with worn topographical maps. In contrast, Wasilla hummed with mundane activity; the small town sits in an impressive valley but is filled with big box stores-- Wal-Mart, Lowe's, Costco, and Home Depot, with Target opening in October. On the way to the local lake off a gravel road, dog sled rides could be had at the headquarters of the Iditarod. The coffee shacks churned out blended mochas richer and grittier than any LA cafe. I imagined hunters and commuters fueling up on caffeine during the long dark days of fall and winter.

Alaska puzzled me. I had come with a sense of urgency to the last American frontier, to experience the melting glaciers and disappearing wildlife. It seemed to me that Alaska attracted rugged individuals who wanted to live in a remote, wild place. Many folks I met fit this profile: the story-telling rangers, the summer fishermen, artists, adventurous, hard-working college students, and retiree bicyclists. However, I also came to realize that this wild frontier also attracted conservative Mid-Westerners and Southerners looking for an "old-fashioned" America. The army and air force bases anchor the state with loyal military families who continue to be strung along in repeated deployments to Iraq, but are caught between pride and helplessness. I was even surprised to learn that most Alaskans support drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge-- it is easy to think that natural resources are infinite when the vast tundra of Alaska surrounds you.

All over Alaska, bookstores prominently displayed Governor Palin's biography and the state's affection for her was evident. She meets the need for a kind of maverick neo-conservative stewardship that is cleaning up the boardroom to develop Alaska, Inc.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

One of six Batpods on tour at The Arclight on Sunset.  I get a little stressed out at these types of movies, but the effects were impressive (not to mention Eric Roberts' career revival) and I always like paying a visit to the Cinerama Dome. R. Buckminster Fuller was on to something with his geodesic domes!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Bad Reputation

Joan Jett rocking her 50s.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Kenai Peninsula & Ship Creek


Saturday, June 28, 2008

Homer Again



Friday, June 27, 2008

Homer