After school today I went with a friend to buy some seeds.  As steep as gas is now, I give him a ten to drive me to the market.  It was scary how picked over things are already.  Panic mode has set in already, and I suppose people are stockpiling their goods.  Either that, or shipments are already being missed.  Maybe I should have stockpiled some food, too, but I didn't have the funds.  I just bought a few packs of seeds.  Some carrots, some cucumbers, and some lettuce blends.  I know its quite late to start these little guys, but I really don't know too much about plants (until I read the back of the packets in the carride home, no wonder no one had bought these, I should have started them when it was still winter).  I bought some soil to start them indoors, though.  Maybe if I keep the fireplace off and leave it a bit chilly and dark while I'm gone for the day at school, they'll be all right.  I think I'll stop by the library tomorrow and see if I can get a copy of Ball Redbook to get some tips.  Once again, I am ill prepared.

Another thing I bought was neocitron, being that I appear to have a headcold.  I swear, I get one every time I get the least bit stressed out.  Lousy immune system.

Also, on the news today I saw that riots had begun downtown.  There was an emergency picket and protest downtown that got a little roudy, and the protestors started getting a bit violent.  Luckily, the police showed up soon enough and put an end to it.  A few of them got arrested, but many of them got away.  I can't believe this sort of behavior has erupted already.  It's ridiculous.  This is not the way we should protest, people.  This is not the way we are going to change things for the better.

It's scary, but we can't panic.  If we lose control completely, there's no way that we'll find the solution.  We must remain peaceful, we must remain calm, and we must remain informed.  This is the only way that we're going to succeed.

I have this friend that works at a market in the city.  A few minutes ago she phoned me up in a panic.  She told me that she overheard the manager on the phone, he sounded somewhat frantic, and from what she caught of the phonecall, soon the stores won't be able to get many shipments of items from oversees, and even across the nation.  The cost of inflation will be too much for small businesses, and it is assumed that if things progress this way, larger businesses won't really have much of a chance either.  We've decided tomorrow to go out and buy some seeds.  For what it's worth, we're going to start a vegetable garden.

Also, I've sort of been inspired by something.  There is this artist from Seattle, who started something called the FaFaFa (Free Art for an Amnesia Free America.  Here is the URL:

http://www.kristenramirez.com/projects/index.html

I know, this has absolutely nothing to do with our predicament, but I love the concept of free and informative art.  What better way to teach someone than free art, designed to draw in the eye?  I think the 'Tag This!' project is my favorite.  What an excellent way of starting dialogue.  I wonder if there's any way that I can apply this to our current problem...

Tags: art, free, inflation, oil, panic, prices, world without oil

There was just a few things I noticed out of the ordinary today, when making my routes.

(1)  The streets are eerily empty.  The highway is the emptiest I have ever seen it.  I didn't think that things would progress this quickly, and it's frightening to think that it's affecting everyone so fast. (2), the international border is far more crowded than usual.  People who don't live near the border probably don't know this, but, at least around here, gas is a bit cheaper in the US than it is in BC.  When you are in a border line-up into the states, a lot of the time Canadians are making a short trip down to the US to get gas.  I suppose most everyone is thinking that this is still the case, people are seeing the peak in gas prices and assume that they can just go to the US for cheaper gas, but I have noticed that there really isn't much of a difference any more.  Wherever you go now, you're screwed, and it's just horrible to see all of those people wasting gas in a line up, expecting to make things easier for themselves.

I've been racking my mind thinking of something I can do to help.  I will admit, all of my life I have been a dreamer.  Now I have to stand up and do something, and I have no idea what.  Maybe I can find other people in my area, and make a team or something.  After all, the more we stick together through this, the more powerful we are going to be.

Tags: action, crisis, oil, price, world without oil

The crisis is upon us, then. Though I've known for quite a while now, I don't know what to do. I don't have a plan. My mind keeps running in loops; all my thoughts begin with 'what if', and everything is suddenly a fear.

He's so far away...too far for me to walk, or ride a bike. What will I do without oil? What will I do if I can't bus to him? I can't throw away the two years I've spent with my first love just because of this complication. I need to figure out something to keep him in my life, and not just over the phone or the internet. I need to find a way to continue to be with him, to see his smile and to hold his hand.

No, it goes beyond this. It goes beyond my social life. My school is fifty kilometers from my house. It takes me at least thirty minutes to get there without traffic by bus, and with graduating in less than two months, what will I do if I can't make it to school any more?

Not to mention, daddy's in Britain on a business trip. What if he can't make it home? What will happen then? What will happen to his entire career without oil?

Something must be done, and I feel like I must do something about it. All my life I have been hearing that we are the generation that will 'save us'; that will drag us out of the hole we've collectively dug. If we've used up all of our rescourses, we can't just sit around and wait for someone to find something else.

Now is the time for action, before it's too late. Maybe this isn't the beginning of the end, maybe it's just a whole new beginning.

Tags: fear, hope, oil crisis, world without oil
Current Mood: scared

When I was young, I always thought of it as such an honor, such a right of passage. I daydreamed about it so often; what kind of car I would get, all the places I would go, all the things I would do. Now that I have it, my car sits lonesome in the driveway. I went through all the motions, took the tests, took the lessons, and bought the car, but now it just sits there. I can't afford to really drive it anywhere.

I live in a small town. So small, that I can walk anywhere I need to go within my town. However, my town is so small that there really isn't anywhere of particular interest to visit. I bus nearly anywhere I need to go. I'm in a bit of a cut-off location, so it takes some time to get anywhere else, but it's all I can do to get out and enjoy myself. Even busfare is rising, though. My boyfriend lives in the city, 50 or 60 kilometers away, so I bus to see him every weekend. Life's busy though, and I can't make it up so often any more. For the past few months I've been wishing that things will settle down.

I'm a senior in highschool now, and I cannot wait to graduate in just a few months.

Things just keep getting crazier and crazier, and though I want all the trouble to end, a part of me can't wait to see where it'll take us.

Tags: introduction, oil crisis, world without oil
Current Mood: confused