Red Shift, Blue Shift, & Green Shift
It's Sunday afternoon. Most of my weekend chores are put to bed so I thought I come upstairs and do a little writing to relax. Although, I don't make enough use of it, one of my favorite writing locations in the house is a chair in our master bedroom that looks out over the front of our house. I've got the windows open and a nice, somewhat bursty, southern breeze blows its way in, making more of a low howl than a whistle. It feels good especially compared to the northern wind that challenged me all winter during my Sunday morning long runs.
Happy Earth Day to those of you in the know. This is probably one of the more memorable ones for me as I continue to try and gain a better understanding of the environmental issues that face us as a society and what I can do to contribute.
"clack, clack, clack, ..." One of my neighbors is teaching her daughter to roller skate; however, at this point it's more of a roller walk. As they move along the sidewalk, the clack-clack slowly fades away and my mind drifts to thinking about Doppler shift.
On Saturday, Nancy and I headed down to the Chicago Green Festival. I wasn't really sure what to expect but was excited about the prospect of having an opportunity to learn more about alternative energy sources, organic clothing and farming, "Fair Trade" practices and anything else related to the green movement.
I had a nice time and although I didn't expand my knowledge on the subject as much as I would have liked, I believe the opportunity to do that was available. Instead Nancy and I spent considerable time checking out the various vendors and talking to a few folks about their operations.
We did pop our heads into the one of the main sessions having to do with the role of independent media during a time of war (Amy Goodman). It had a very late 60's anti-war, anti-administration feel, or at least as I would have believed it to be had I been a little older during that time. We stayed for about fifteen minutes until I looked over at Nancy and kind of got the feeling that she'd rather be somewhere else than listening to some anti-corporate media, anti-war, anti-administration radical. Shortly thereafter we made for the door and back to the burbs.