A Wall Street Journal
book review today (of Alex Epstein’s The
Moral Case for Fossil Fuels) says, in a prominent lift-out in big type: Renouncing oil and its byproducts would
plunge civilization into a pre-industrial hell—a fact that developing countries
keenly realize.
Now of course I love that word “renouncing”—as if as a
collective we actually would or even could. But, sure enough, the rest of the
statement has the smell of truth. When we run
out of oil, we’ll certainly know it.
Perhaps Mother Nature, a bit irate about having her deep-lying blood sucked, is giving us early hints. What with global warming (or
is it aging and unmaintained infrastructure), power failures are a whole lot
common. As I think back over the last four decades or so, they were extremely
rare earlier in that period and much more frequent in the last decade. At our
old house we experienced a slew of them in the last five years—due to
maintenance neglect by Detroit Edison. Having moved, we’ve already had one of
those—due to weather.
Around here everybody is on wells—and the wells need
electric power. Those who’re on the sewer system need electricity to send the
waste to those pipes. Power failure means not only no water but, for the more
advanced, also means no flushing. The work around, what with a lake next door
or bordering the lot, is to haul water; and to go across the street to toilets
that still empty into septic tanks. That still leaves sump pumps in those houses
lucky to have basements. As for heating, furnaces don’t function without
current either although they burn gas. A sensible but expensive solution is to
invest in a full-sized generator, in effect a power plant for a single house
only. Cost is around $10,000. These systems come on seconds after a power
failure and everything stays on. They’re fueled by natural gas. Plans are
firming up around here to have one of those babies installed in the near
future.
Meanwhile we hope that our descents into pre-industrial hell
won’t last but fractions of a day—and it isn’t raining heavily while they last—so
that the sump pit in the basement doesn’t overflow. But after the gas runs out
too, as inevitably it will, it will be time to rip that gas-fueled contraption
(it looks like a stack of logs) out of the fireplace to see if it will actually
burn wood which, by then, we’ll have to saw by hand. While the saw lasts…
Ghastly thought for me: to be burning wood means burning trees and I love trees, feel physical pain whenever I see one felled Having almost always lived surrounded by trees, there are now only two mid-sized ones on our lot. Will tree poaching become part of our future winters?
ReplyDeleteIt seems that everyone is becoming - little by little - a survivalist, whether one chooses to or not.
ReplyDeleteI frequently have recourse to "Welcome to Baghdad 2006!" when another cog in our machine of everyday life begins to fall apart.