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Al Gore... Better be Walking to Bali

Not Enough Parking for Private Jets Going to UN Climate Conference

By Noel Sheppard | November 23, 2007 - 16:32 ET

As climate alarmists from all over the world head to Bali to talk about the sacrifices regular folks have to make to save the planet from global warming, it seems certain media will ignore all the private jets clogging the tiny airport.

As if it’s not enough that the United Nations Climate Change Conference is being held at what NewsBusters reported as "a truly beautiful tropical island paradise," the management of the nearby airport has issued a warning to attendees that they are going to have to park their private jets somewhere else.

I kid you not.

As reported by Bali Discovery Tours on November 3 (emphasis added):

Justin's New Baby

Look at the new addition to J-Bun's Hudson St home!


YOU ARE F@GS
--Michael L. Fowler

What will his name be?
What made you order a hedgehog? I think it's a great idea.
-Dylan Donahue

we are naming it Fow Fow after our favorite person "always cheerful" Fowler
-Nols

My vote is for Chronic the headiesthog

Where's Clive Owen Now?

Call me a dirty hippy if you will but if I wasn't at the office right now I'd be balling. With tissues, not dollars.

According to the Sydney Morning Herald, there is only ONE female Yangtze turtle left on Planet Earth. An 80 year old female who's been living inside the Changsha zoo with all the other turtles is now being kept under tight security within bulletproof glass and constant surveillance. Luckily, scientists have found the last surviving 100 year old male living at a zoo in the city of Suzhou.

In China turtles represent longevity but can these two turtles stand the test to China's rampant development, pollution run off, and uncontrolled hunting that is endangering all wild species?

According to the Sydney Morning Herald the situation in China is grim.
-Almost 40 per cent of all mammal species in China are endangered
- 70 per cent of all non-flowering plant species and 86 per cent of flowering species are considered threatened.
And according to the New York Times, China has already lost half of its wetlands.

Pour some out for the Yangtze, unless Clive Owen comes running to the rescue.

Green Becomes Cool on Wall St.

Yesterday, the Wall Street Journal's Jilian Mincer covered the trend of green investing which has been sprouting up all over the Financial District. A wave of green advisers champion this effort by encouraging investors to diversify their portfolios by including a number of rapid growth green technology stocks and green mutual funds.

Up and coming Smith and Barney financial adviser Kati Macchiverna says,

"Compared to average market returns, say you were invested in an index that performed pretty close to how the market performs over the course of the year, the returns on that would be much greater than if you were invested in socially responsible funds. They generally have returns closer to that of bonds (3-4%) opposed to market indexed funds (8-9%).

I would really be interested in finding out more about the green mutual funds, and other green indexes, the thing about those, like the article said, is that they tend to be pretty risky. There is so much new technology out there and people jump on these ideas and over indulge (take ethanol). When I finally get started it would be cool to have a bit of a specialization in green funds, I'm going to start checking that out."

Al Gore is one phenomenon, but If Leo makes a movie about the topic, the Patrick Batemans downtown must follow suit because after all, where does he get his glorious organic aftershave balm?



The capitalist financiers are the second to final group the hippies must conquer before dominating the earth with flowers and organic patchouli. Right wing oil thirsty Washingtonians are up next.

--GreenBean

The Rest of the World Has Turned Green... and the U.S.of A. is still Blushing

The Kyoto protocol, headed by the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC) is a diplomatic effort to join countries all over the world in the fight against global warming. It's objective aims at reducing greenhouse gases which contribute to this frightful environmental threat. As you can see from this map, we are the only country that has outright disagreed with the effort, while Kazakhstan is still lagging.
The key for this map is as follows:

• green - signed and ratified
• yellow - signed, ratification pending
• red - signed, ratification declined
• gray - no position

The treaty states, "The objective of the Kyoto Protocol is to achieve "stabilization of greenhouse gas concentrations in the atmosphere at a level that would prevent dangerous anthropogenic interference with the climate system."

This past November, 2007, the Kyoto protocol required 36 countries to reduce greenhouse gases to levels specified in the treaty. This is ACTIVE progress towards a better Earth... will someone please tell me why America is not only annoyingly inactive in this effort, but actually counteractive with their refusal to join the Kyoto protocol. If the Bush re-election wasn't enough to make you jump ship, now may be the time to get in line for a long term visa.

According to a press release from the United Nations Environment Programme :"The Kyoto Protocol is an agreement under which industrialized countries will reduce their collective emissions of greenhouse gases by 5.2% compared to the year 1990 (but note that, compared to the emissions levels that would be expected by 2010 without the Protocol, this limitation represents a 29% cut). The goal is to lower overall emissions of six greenhouse gases - carbon dioxide, methane, nitrous oxide, sulfur hexafluoride, HFCs, and PFCs - calculated as an average over the five-year period of 2008-12. National limitations range from 8% reductions for the European Union and some others to 7% for the US, 6% for Japan, 0% for Russia, and permitted increases of 8% for Australia and 10% for Iceland."

--GreenBean

--all quotes excerpted from WikiPedia

WEEN: 23 Years of Entertainment for the Weirdoes

Its 4:00 p.m. and I’ve just spent the entire day driving around New York City in my friend’s car. We’re lost, end up in Queens, and then stuck in traffic on the FDR for 30 minutes in the wrong direction. I finally make it home, shower, dress myself, and head back out the door for a night of rocking out. I show up with my friend Justin to an apartment on 34^th and 2^nd..Avenue. I walk in to find about twelve dudes sipping Bud Light watching football. There’s a TKE poster on the wall. I’m amused but never surprised by the ratio of boys to girls at concerts. With the exception of JT or the NYSNC concert I swear I didn’t attend in the sixth grade, every audience usually boasts a 3:1 male to female ratio. The crew we rolled with to the show was 12:2.

December first marks one of the first real winter nights in N.Y.C. It’s fucking freezing outside as we race to find cabs to take us to Terminal 5, the new music venue located at 56^th street and 11^th avenue. We scalped tickets for $60 a piece and underwent a pretty serious security check. The bathrooms and coat checks were a mess. The VIP area was simply the stage right side with benches and tables on the 2^nd floor. Other than that, the venue is incredible; its beauty marked by huge white chandeliers and a modern minimalist motif. There are three floors with at least two bars on each floor and plenty of small tables, chairs, and sofas where those who partied to hard took power naps. Added bonus: the bartenders are all hot.

Ween’s been around for as long as I have been alive. They are a funky, chameleon like rock band who have adapted a century’s worth of music into their own unique style. They pull different elements together from swing music to metal to create their wildly eclectic and anarchic style. Their rainbow of vibes draws a very free-spirited and wide-ranging crowd. From older couples, balding retired frat boys, preppy financiers from Jersey, dirty hippies from Philly, and hipsters-emo-punk rockers from on and off the island, Ween entertains us all. From funky to freaky the band put on a rock star performance interspersing old favorites with hits from their latest album.

We found the non-VIP VIP spot, located a foot above the entire standing audience on the first floor right in front of the back bar. With a clear view in front of us, dancing room, and booze behind us, we decided we were never moving.

They went on around 8:30 p.m. and by 9:00 p.m. they had already pulled out five of their most popular songs. “Bananas and blow” got all the hippies dancing. “Mutilated Lips” was pure poetry. “Spiral meningitis” did not get me down. “Roses are Free” made me hungry for not only lasagna, but for Dean Ween’s hot electric guitar skills. “Push the little daises” is a classic and had everyone jumping from the floor to the ceiling listening to the creepy voice of Gene Ween. “Our own bare hands” was my favorite new song they played which is off their C.D. titled “La Cucaracha” released this past October.

As Justin and I ducked into the crowd to light up a bat we were warned by the friendly chubby bald men to our left, “Hey watch out, this place has crazy midget security guards.” Midget security guards?! The people who run this venue are genius! No stoner would ever expect a midget to come karate kicking the bowl out of your hand from two feet below you!

And now for the climax. Claude Coleman Jr.’s drum solo was out of this world. The first half was unbelievable and then he simply dropped his sticks and started banging the drums and cymbals with his own bare hands. I wish we could somehow figure out how to upload videos because then you will have some idea of how much the drummer was rocking out. He was unbelievable. He’s been with the band all along and this rockstar even teaches drums, guitar, bass and vocals at New York City’s Paul Green School of Rock. As everyone poured out of the venue into the street, the police ushered us out of the venue and onto 11th Avenue where for only 10$ you could join the 400 person NO2 balloon party.

My favorite quote of the night: I asked Dylan if I could borrow his lighter, and said “Is that cool?” To which he replied with squinty eyes and a wide smile, “Everything’s cooooool.”

Also side note, this random Brazilian dude in the bathroom line with me was wearing a really hot shirt by designer Robert Graham. Check them out here

---NINJA COURTNEY