Dreamy

I'm very tired and about to toddle off to bed. Ruby is in the kitchen barking to alert me to the presence on the counter of a freshly baked loaf of bread. I'm waiting for it to get cool enough to wrap up. I'm not sure why she doesn't just jump up and get it; it is within her reach.

She's a funny dog.

But as long as I'm sitting here, waiting around, I will tell you about another item I emailed to myself: this guy might be my dream date. He's done a bunch of high-quality modifications to standard car engines to increase gas mileage and decrease emissions, and to make them burn alternative fuels. The kind of stuff that Detroit says isn't possible. I've been hearing about him here and there for a while now, and was very happy when Fred Clark over at slacktivist (speaking of dream dates, I think Fred is pretty dreamy as well) linked to this story about Jonathan Goodwin.

I have mixed feelings about biofuels; whatever we choose as a source of fuel for transport, heat, or power generation, I think it's imperative that we learn to do with less of it. Whether it comes from a finite source with a pile of associated security and political issues, or from a food crop (or land which could otherwise grow one) at the expense of a hungry planet, burning stuff is an increasingly dumb idea.

And it's clear that a lot of folks here in the U. S. of A. are not willing to live in cold houses, in the dark, and not drive anywhere, so I think that gains in efficiency whereever possible are essential.

Plastic on the windows only goes so far in saving the world.