Thursday, October 23, 2014

Lead, Chlorofluorocarbons, and Global Warming





























Picture legend:

1. Clair Cameron Patterson
2. The Earth
3. Lead
4. Fourth Grader
5. Iowa Correctional Institution for Women
6. Meteor Crater
7. Thomas Crapper
8. Robert A. Kehoe
9. Edmund Muskie
10. Frank Sherwood Rowland & Mario J. Molina
11. The Green Lantern
12. Ozone layer
13. Ozone layer protection
14. Sources of CFCs
15. The CFC industry ridiculed the work of  Rowland and Molina by invoking Chicken Little, and labeling them “Doomsayers.”
16. Antarctic hole in the ozone layer
17.  Joesph Farman , Brian Gardiner, and Jonathan Shanklin
18. Paul Crutzen
19. Svante Arrhenius
20. Guy Stewart Callendar
21. C. D. Keeling
22. The Keeling Curve
23. Wallace Smith Broecker


   The seventh episode of the American documentary television series “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey,” hosted by astrophysicist, bon vivant, and friend of the Christian Right, Neil deGrasse Tyson, aired on Fox on April 20th of this year, entitled “The Clean Room,” and introduced me to the work of  Clair Cameron Patterson, an American geochemist who discovered the age of the Earth by working with lead.
   Lead of course, as any fourth grader knows, is one of the 118 known  chemical elements (a pure chemical substance consisting of a single type of atom distinguished by its atomic number, which is the number of protons in its atomic nucleus), closely related to carbon, with an atomic number of 82. 
   Lead is a metal at normal temperatures and pressure (and I’ll qualify normal as being and average Earth room temperature at sea level). It is soft and can be molded easily. Exposed to air it’s color it a dull gray. Lead will turn into a liquid at a temperature of 621.5°F, at which point it will become shiny and look like silver or mercury. 
    Lead’s atomic number is the highest of all of the stable elements, stability meaning it will never, ever change. You take some of your basic unpolluted lead and hold onto that lead for literally billions of years and it will remain lead. Imagine that! A lot of elements won’t do that, for ya. They’ll change into something else, sometimes in a fraction of a second. Lead won’t though. You can depend on lead.
   Isn’t it amazing what they teach fourth graders these days?
   Lead is, and has been used for lots of useful things. It’s used in construction, lead-acid batteries, bullets, weights (because lead is relatively heavy, compared to hydrogen let’s say), as part of solders, pewters, fusible alloys, radiation shields for x-ray technicians, and it is the only substance, as far as can be ascertained, that Superman can’t see through.
   I worked with lead quite a lot while I served in the Navy, in my important job as our ship’s Paint Locker person. I had buckets of what we called white and red lead all around me for 8 to 16 hours a day. White and red lead are paints with lead incorporated into them, and are used as a primer which will be painted over after it drys. The U.S. Navy usually paints over white and red lead with a paint called Haze Gray, which makes our ships hard to see in a fog, and carries with it no practical benefit that I can see. Yet what are we to do... paint them pink?
   FYI, you look at our navel ships and that’s what color they are, Haze Gray.
   Prolonged exposure to lead can cause blood disorders in mammals. Human beings are mammals (sorry Bible people). Lead is also a neurotoxin which damages the nervous system, and like mercury, can accumulate in our bones and soft tissues, which causes what is called lead poisoning
   Be that as it may, Clair Cameron Patterson was born, on June 2nd, 1922,  in Mitchellville, Iowa, home of the Iowa Correctional Institution for Women. He majored in chemistry at Grinnell College, 38.7 miles from Mitchellville. While there he met his  lovely  wife, Lorna (Laurie) McCleary. They both moved to the University of Iowa, 67.9 miles from Grinnell (if you take I-80E) where Clair received an M.A. in molecular spectroscopy (the study of the interaction between matter and radiated energy on a molecular level). Both were so good at what they did they were recruited to work on the Manhattan Project, which created the first atomic bombs, which whatever you may feel about nuclear weapons (and I certainly have some strong feeling about them), helped to save the lives of millions of Japanese and American people at the end of World War II (granted, at the cost of approximately 199,000 Japanese). 
   While working on the project he encountered mass spectrometry (an analytical chemistry technique that helps identify the amount and type of chemicals present in a sample by measuring the mass-to-charge ratio and abundance of gas-phase ions. I hope this definition clears things up).
   After the war Clair attended the University of Chicago (really? you want this? Okay, approximately 228.15 miles from Iowa City) where he worked on his Ph.D, after which he and Laurie moved to Pasadena, California, where I used to work, and which is about 2,007 miles from Chicago.
   Clair worked in Pasadena for the rest of his life (he died of natural causes on December 5th, 1995, at the age of 73, in Sea Ranch, CA, 483.3 miles north of Pasadena via I-5. He and Laurie had four children), at the California Institute of Technology, Division of Geology, and in 1952 as a founding member of its geochemistry program.
   Mr. Patterson’s mentor in Chicago was Harrison Brown, a physicist and geochemist. He developed a brand new method of counting lead isotopes (variants of a particular chemical element, in this case lead, that have different amounts of neutrons in their atoms. Atoms, of course consisting of protons, neutrons, and electrons. All the variants have the same number of protons) in igneous rocks (rock that is formed through the cooling and solidification of magma or lava), and assigned it’s use to Clair as a dissertation project in 1948. 
   So what, you say. This kind of thing probably goes on all of the time behind closed doors. 
   You may be right, dear readers, but at the time it was assumed that some meteorites (a solid piece of space junk, from sources such as asteroids or comets, that survive a collision and  impact with the Earth's surface) are little pieces of igneous rock and remnants of the very early solar system, when it was forming a long time ago. But how long ago? Well, Patterson and Brown thought that by studying meteorites, and the radioactive decay (the process by which a nucleus of an unstable atom loses energy by emitting ionizing radiation (radiation that carries enough energy to liberate electrons from atoms or molecules, thereby ionizing (the process by which an atom or a molecule acquires a negative or positive charge by gaining or losing electrons to form ions (an atom or molecule in which the total number of electrons is not equal to the total number of protons, giving the atom a net positive or negative electrical charge), often changing their chemical composition)) of some of it’s components, in this case lead isotopes, after which their age could be determined (by knowing the rate of decay of said isotopes).
   Clair collected meteor samples from Barringer Crater, what some people call the Canyon Diablo Crater, or the Winslow Crater (this is all so confusing), but what is now known simply as Meteor Crater (in honor of a nearby post office), in northern Arizona, and in 1953 took them to the Argonne National Laboratory, outside of Chicago, where he was granted time on a late model mass spectrometer, his goal being to get an  accurate count of lead in zircon particles from his samples, and compare them to similar results being collected by geochemist George Tilton on uranium samples. 
   Patterson found that his results were contaminated by lead from the surrounding environment of the laboratory, compared to Tilton's results, so he had constructed the very first ultra-high cleanroom to remove all traces of the lead from the environment.  
   Soon afterward, Clair was able to revel his results, that the age of the Earth, and by extension, the solar system, is 4.550 billion years (give or take 70 million years).
   Sorry Bible people, but I didn’t put the lead there... God did.
   Throughout the years 4.5 billion still remains the definitive answer to the question of how old  the Earth is. 
   One would think that was a pretty big discovery. One for the record books as a matter of fact. And it was, although generally speaking Clair Patterson’s name isn’t as well known as, let’s say, Thomas Crapper, who did  much to increase the popularity of the toilet. However, Clair wasn’t satisfied with just discovering the age of the planet we live on, oh no. He was just getting started.
     Patterson’s work with lead directed him to investigate sources of the element in the natural environment.  He wanted to figure out what had caused his samples to be contaminated, as metallic lead does occur in the Earth’s crust, but is relatively rare. It is actually the 37th most abundant element in the crust, and since ancient times had to be mined and refined in order to be used industrially (as are most metals). So where was the lead that was contaminating his samples coming from?
   Clair went and measured the levels of lead in the common environment. He examined the lead in ocean sediment samples from the Atlantic and Pacific, and lead in and Antarctic ice. He was eventually able to show that anthropogenic (human caused) lead in the environment at that time was 80 times the amount found in the ocean sediment and ice. 
   He showed that atmospheric lead levels had begun to increase steadily soon after tetraethyllead (TEL) began to see widespread use in fuel, fuel for automobiles and trucks. Tetraethyllead, was mixed with gasoline beginning in the 1920s as a patented octane booster that allowed engine compression to be raised, which in turn increased vehicle performance and lowered fuel consumption. Patterson’s position was that lead pollution from engine exhaust was being  dispersed into the environment, accounting for the high levels he had measured.
   Patterson researched the effects of lead on people. He studied history. He examined the bones of 1,600-year-old Peruvian Indians. He found lead amounts in the human body had gone up between 500 and 1,000 times since the introduction of lead into gasoline. His research showed that everyone suffered. All humans were being contaminated in some way. 
   Robert A. Kehoe was an American so-called toxicologist (a branch of pharmacology concerned with the study of the adverse effects of chemicals on living organisms) and so-called leader in occupational health (an area concerned with the safety, health and welfare of people engaged in work or employment). 
   In 1924, he was hired by Charles Kettering (head of research at General Motors from 1920 to 1947) for General Motors to examine health issues related to the production of tetraethyllead.  In 1925 Robert became the chief medical advisor of the Ethyl Corporation (a fuel additive company headquartered in Richmond, Virginia, and formed by E.I. DuPont and General Motors), a position he held until his retirement in 1965. In 1930,  Kehoe became the director of the new UC Kettering Laboratory of Applied Physiology, the first university-based laboratory devoted to toxicological problems peculiar to industry. The laboratory was funded by companies such as GM, DuPont, and Ethyl Corporation. 
   He soon became the foremost medical authority and advocate for the position that use of TEL in gasoline was safe and gained prominence as the industry’s expert  in government and public health hearings.
   Almost all research concerning lead in gasoline came from the industries that benefited economically from it’s use, and most of that research originated, or was funneled through Kehoe, of which he  held "an almost complete monopoly" on data for half a century.
   Not surprisingly Kehoe believed the presence of lead in humans and other organisms was normal, and that exposure to low lead levels was not harmful, despite being placed in his position originally to investigate the illness and deaths of workers at Ethyl plants specifically from lead poisoning. 
   According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) we now know that “No safe blood lead level has been identified.” 
   In 1965, with the publication of “Contaminated and Natural Lead Environments of Man,” Clair Patterson tried to draw the public’s attention to the problem of increased lead levels in the environment and the food chain due to lead from industrial sources (lead found in food containers.  In one study he showed an increase in lead levels from 0.3 to 1400 nanograms per gram in certain canned fish compared with fresh fish). Perhaps partly because he was criticizing the experimental methods of other scientists, he encountered strong opposition from recognized experts including Robert A. Kehoe.
   “I should let the man, with his obvious faults, speak in such a way as to display these faults... The inferences as to the natural human body burden of lead, are I think, remarkably naive... It is an example of how wrong one can be in his biological postulates and conclusions, when he steps into this field, of which he is so woefully ignorant and so lacking in any concept of the depth of his ignorance, that he is not even cautious in drawing sweeping conclusions. This bespeaks the brash young man, or perhaps the not so young [Patterson was 43 at the time] passionate supporter of a cause. In either case hardly the mark off the critical investigator.”
   Kehoe claimed that humans had adapted to the levels of lead in the environment. Patterson’s direct point was that this exposure was new, introduced within the past 50 years, a fraction of an evolutionary second, nowhere near the time needed to develop adaptive responses, if adaptive responses were even possible to the known toxicity of lead.
   Clair Patterson continued his research and advocacy efforts, and industry retaliated. He was excoriated, his supporters were excoriated, he was bribed with research grants. His research was discredited. Toxicologists focused on Clair for his audacity in stepping outside his own field to talk about people instead of rocks. He was refused contracts with many research organizations, including the United States Public Health Service. He was excluded from a National Research Council panel on atmospheric lead contamination, even though he was the foremost expert on the subject at that time. The celebrity status that he gained from discovering the age of the Earth probably saved him from being flat out killed, or disappeared.  
   In 1966, future Presidential candidate Senator Edward Muskie, chairman of the Senate subcommittee on Air and Water Pollution, presided over hearings on the Clean Air Act (the enactment of the Clean Air Act of 1970 resulted in a major shift in the federal government's role in air pollution control. This legislation authorized the development of comprehensive federal and state regulations to limit emissions from both industrial and mobile sources). Again Robert Kehoe was the industry’s principal witness.
   Muskie: Does medical opinion agree that there are no harmful effects and results from lead ingestion below the level of lead poisoning?
   Kehoe: I don’t think that many people would be as certain as I am at this point.
   Muskie: But you are certain?
   Kehoe: It so happens that I have more experience in this field than any one else alive.
   One week later Clair Patterson testified. 
   “It is not just a mistake for public health agencies to cooperate and collaborate with industries investigating and deciding whether public health is endangered... it is a direct abrogation and violation of the duties and responsibilities of those public health organizations. In the past these bodies have acted as though their own activities and those of the lead industries in health matters were science, and they could be considered objectively in that sense.
     Whether the best interests of public health have been served by having public health agencies work jointly with representatives of the lead alkyl industries in evaluating the hazards of lead alkyl to public health is a question to be asked and answered.” 
   When Muskie asked him if his classification into natural, typical, and ‘‘contaminated’’ concentrations of lead in food and humans was a logical approach to follow, Patterson responded:
   ‘‘Not if your purpose is to sell lead.’’
   Muskie: ‘‘Well, I don’t think it is the purpose of the Public Health Service to sell lead.’’
   Patterson: ‘‘That is why it is difficult to understand why the Public Health Service cooperated with the lead industry in issuing this report which fails to make the distinction.” 
   In 1978 Clair was appointed to the NRC panel he had previously been excluded from, which accepted many of his conclusions and the need for reductions but argued for more research. His opinions were expressed in a report which argued that control measures should start immediately, including gasoline, food containers, paint, glazes and water distribution systems.
    Thirty six years later, most of these measures have been accepted and implemented in this country and many other parts of the world.
.   According to the CDC, beginning in the 1970s, lead concentrations in air, tap water, food, dust, and soil began to be substantially reduced, resulting in significantly lowered blood lead levels in children and adults throughout the United States.
   This due to the work of one man (I’m sure Laurie helped out as well).
   Robert A.  Kehoe died in Cincinnati in 1992.
   Around the world tributes to Clair Patterson include an asteroid named in his honor and a mountain peak in a remote part of Antarctica’s Queen Maude Mountains named after him.
   That’s a whole lot more than Crapper ever got.
   Tetraethyllead  is still used as an additive in some grades of aviation gasoline,  and some racing gasolines, and in some developing countries.
   One of it’s manufacturers is the Ethyl Corporation. 

   Navel history researcher, avid tennis player, varsity basketball player, and obvious overachiever (he entered high school at the age of 12 and graduated a few weeks before his 16th birthday), Frank Sherwood Rowland had always been interested in the weather. During his high school science teacher’s two week vacations, “Sherry” was allowed to run the local weather station. 
   “This was my first exposure to systematic experimentation and data collection.”
   Wow! I was 28 when I had my first.
   Long time paramecia and amoebae voyeur, chemical engineering enthusiast, and violin virtuoso, Mario José Molina-Pasquel Henríquez of Mexico made a decision after completing his undergraduate studies to become a physical chemist. As every fourth grader knows that isn’t as easy as it sounds. 
   Yet he did it, and eventually came to University of California, Irvine, about 105.944 miles from Mexico, where on June 28th, 1974, he and Sherry Rowland published the first scientific paper warning that human-generated chlorofluorocarbons (CFCs) could cause serious harm to Earth's ozone layer.   
   Ozone, or trioxygen if you prefer, is an inorganic molecule with the chemical formula O3. It is a pale blue gas that smells funny. 
   It is an allotrope (the property of some chemical elements to exist in two or more different forms, they are different structural modifications of an element; the atoms of the element are bonded together in a different manner) of oxygen breaking down in the lower atmosphere to normal dioxygen, or O2. Ozone is formed from dioxygen by the action of ultraviolet light from the Sun, and atmospheric electrical discharges, and is present in low concentrations throughout the Earth's atmosphere. In total, ozone makes up only 0.6 parts per million (ppm) of the atmosphere.
   The Earth is protected from solar radiation (solar radiation is radiant energy emitted by the Sun, particularly electromagnetic energy. About half of the radiation is in the visible short-wave part of the electromagnetic spectrum, or visible light, without which we wouldn’t be able to see anything without a flashlight. The other half is mostly in the near-infrared part (heat), with some in the ultraviolet part of the spectrum) and cosmic rays (immensely high-energy radiation, mainly originating outside the Solar System, consisting mostly of high-energy protons and atomic nuclei, possibly originating from the supernovae of massive stars, or the hyper-active center of our own galaxy) by three things; our planets magnetic field, the ozone layer, and the Green Lantern. 
   I've just discovered that the Green Lantern doesn’t actually exist, so the Earth is only protected by two things. 
   The ozone layer is a region of the Earth's stratosphere that absorbs most of the Sun's ultra-violet (UV) radiation. It contains high concentrations of ozone relative to other parts of the atmosphere. The portion of ultraviolet radiation that is not absorbed by the ozone layer creates a suntan or a sunburn on people who have been in sunlight for long (or sometimes short) periods of time. Almost all skin cancers (approximately 99% of non-melanoma skin cancers and 95% of melanoma) are caused by too much UV radiation from the Sun or other sources such as sun beds, and sun lamps.
   It is suspected that other biological consequences such as eye cataracts,  damage to plants and animals, and a reduction of plankton populations in the ocean, could result from the increased UV exposure due to the loss of ozone as well. 
   Ozone is also a greenhouse gas, which helps to regulate the Earth’s temperature.    
   So when Rowland and Molina claimed chlorofluorocarbons could cause serious harm to the Earth's ozone layer, it was a fairly serious thing.
   Wait a second, you say. What the heck is a  chlorofluorocarbons anyway?
   Good question!
   A chlorofluorocarbon  is an organic compound that contains only carbon, chlorine, and fluorine, produced as a volatile derivative of methane, ethane, and propane. They are also commonly known by the DuPont brand name Freon.  
   Our friends from DuPont again! They certainly are busy, aren’t they?
   CFCs were widely used as refrigerants, propellants (in aerosol applications), and solvents. The problem is that CFCs tend to leak into the atmosphere, which includes the protective ozone layer, where they have a deleterious effect upon the ozone.
   What happens is this: When released from aerosol cans such as your basic asthma inhaler, or canned disinfectant, or from leaky refrigerators, CFCs would mosey on up from the surface into the ozone layer. Once there when ultra-violet  radiation hits a CFC molecule it causes one chlorine atom to break away. The chlorine atom then hits an ozone molecule consisting of three oxygen atoms and takes one of the oxygen molecules, destroying the ozone molecule and turning it into oxygen. It is these chlorine and  bromine atoms that actually destroy ozone, not the intact CFC molecule (other ozone depleting substances (ODS) include hydrochlorofluorocarbons, halons, methyl bromide, carbon tetrachloride, hydrobromofluorocarbons, chlorobromomethane, and methyl chloroform). It is estimated that one chlorine atom can destroy over 100,00 ozone molecules before it’s removed from the stratosphere. 
   Molina and Rowland calculated that if CFC production continued to increase the way it had been going, at the rate of about 10% annually  until 1990, then remain steady, CFCs would cause a global 5 to 7 percent ozone loss by 1995 and 30-50% loss by 2050. 
   They also predicted what would happen if we lost all of that ozone, the skin cancer, cataracts and the cooling of the atmosphere. And even though no stratospheric ozone loss had been observed at that time, they advised that CFCs should be banned.
   Well I don’t have to tell you dear readers, that this made the manufacturers of CFCs, like our DuPont friends, hopping mad. They were already eating the big one with lead, and now this?! At the time, the entire industry making CFCs was worth about $8 billion in the United States, employed over 600,000 people directly, and 1.4 million people indirectly.
   Guess what?  Industry spokespeople and scientists from conservative think tanks, immediately attacked the theory. Rowland and Molina had the backing of the scientific community, still the industry, aided  by their powerful public relation mechanisms in the media, and with the help of sympathetic politicians (those receiving campaign contributions from CFC manufacturers no doubt), succeeded in delaying any major actions, any meaningful actions, on the control of CFCs for many years.
   DuPont, which made one fourth of the world's supply of CFCs, spent millions of dollars running full-page newspaper advertisements defending their product in 1975, claiming there was no proof of what Molina and Rowland claimed was true. The company’s chairman, Irving S. Shapiro, commented that the ozone depletion theory was "a science fiction tale...a load of rubbish...utter nonsense." Other manufacturers around the world acted in kind. The CFC industry hired the world’s largest public relations firm, Hill & Knowlton, who organized a month long United States speaking tour in 1975 for British scientist Richard Scorer, author of several books on pollution, who attacked Rowland and  Molina personally, calling them “doomsayers,” and stating, "The only thing that has been accumulated so far is a number of theories." Molina's response was, "The gentleman is good at attacking. But he has never published any scientific papers on the subject." 
   The aerosol industry also launched a public relations attack, issuing a press release stating that the ozone destruction by CFCs was a theory, not fact, and that there was no scientific consensus.    This press release, and many other 'news stories' favorable to industry, were generated by the aerosol industry and printed in such established print media outlets as the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Fortune Magazine, Business Week, and the London Observer. The symbol of Chicken Little claiming that "The sky is falling!" was used by their campaign, and appeared in various newspaper headlines.
   The CEO of Pennwalt, the third largest CFC manufacturer in the U.S., talked of "economic chaos" if CFC use was to be phased out.
   On and on. 
   Reality however, has a way of popping up from time to time. In 1985 the discovery of a huge hole in the ozone layer in Antarctica by  British Antarctic Survey scientists, Joesph Farman , Brian Gardiner, and Jonathan Shanklin was published, and proved the CFC industry loudmouths had been wrong. 
   The CFC industry still yelled and cried, but began to lose the public opinion battle. 
   The Montreal Protocol on Substances that Deplete the Ozone Layer was opened for signature on September 16th, 1987, and entered into force on January 1st, 1989, followed by a first meeting in Helsinki, May of 1989. This international treaty was and is designed to protect the ozone layer by phasing out the production of ODSs. As a result of the Montreal Protocol the ozone hole in Antarctica is slowly recovering. Projections indicate that the layer will return to 1980 levels between 2050 and 2070.
   Furthermore, due to its widespread adoption and implementation it has been hailed as an example of exceptional international co-operation, with  former Secretary-General of the United Nations Kofi Annan saying that "perhaps the single most successful international agreement to date has been the Montreal Protocol."
   In 1995, Molina and Rowland, along with the Dutch chemist Paul Jozef Crutzen for his work with nitrous oxide, which he discovered was also a major ODS, were awarded the Nobel Prize in Chemistry. 

   Who was it that first discovered global warming?
   Another fine question!
   I’m not sure that one can say there was any one person or group of people associated with each other that can lay claim to the discovery of that phenomena. Rather, like so much in science, a clear understanding of global warming and climate change evolved over the years, one discovery being the basis for making the next and further discoveries. 
   That’s the way it usually works. The work and achievements of Patterson, Rowland, and Molina are exceptions to the norm.
   Yet, if we want to pinpoint some who first brought about an awareness and greater understanding of this most pressing problem that humanity faces, perhaps the most pressing problem humanity has ever faced, then we can take a look at a few individuals who may be said to have discovered it.
   Perhaps it was Svante Arrhenius, the Swedish physicist/chemist, one of the founders of the science of physical chemistry, the very discipline that preoccupied  José Molina.  
   In 1896 he produced a theory of how changes in the amount of carbon dioxide (CO2) in the atmosphere may affect climate by warming it through the greenhouse effect.  But he was influenced by the work of others, principally, the French mathematician and physicist  Joseph Fourier, who pretty much came up with the idea of the greenhouse effect in the first place. In the 1820‘s he calculated that an Earth sized object should be much colder than it obviously was considering it’s distance from the Sun, if it’s only source of heat was solar radiation. Fourier suggested that the Earth’s atmosphere might be trapping infrared radiation, and so is recognized by many as the discoverer of the greenhouse effect. But as so often happens in science, he ultimately made a wrong turn in his deliberations and favored a theory that interstellar radiation was the source of the unexplained warm temperatures. 
   Arrhenius was also greatly influenced by the work of the Irish physicist, John Tyndall, who in 1859 considered the recent discovery of the ice ages, and studied how gases may block heat radiation and thus effect the global climate.
   An English steam engineer and inventor, Guy Stewart Callendar, in 1938, was the first to demonstrate that global land temperatures had increased over the previous 50 years. He compiled measurements of temperatures from the 19th century on, and went on to evaluate old measurements of atmospheric CO2 concentrations, and concluded that over the past hundred years the concentration of the gas had increased by about 10%, and thus validated the work of   Arrhenius.
   The American  geochemist C. D. Keeling utilized measurements he had gathered from the pristine air of Antarctica and on top of the Mauna Loa volcano in Hawaii, and using this data was the first to alert the world to the possibility of human caused contributions to the greenhouse effect and global warming. The Keeling Curve measures the progressive buildup of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.
    Many consider Wallace Smith Broecker as the “father,” if you will, of global warming. Not me, but many do. An American scientist studying geochronology, chemical oceanography, and the climate, Wally  developed the idea of a global "conveyor belt" linking the ocean circulation, or thermohaline circulation, a part of the large-scale ocean circulation that is driven by global density gradients created by surface heat, to the totality of the theory of global warming, postulating that a reorganization of North Atlantic Ocean circulation can and does bring swift and radical climate change.
   Clearly not one person is responsible for the theory of global warming, but many are, with accumulated knowledge handed down from one person to another since the early 1800s.
   So if the global warming is some type of  conspiracy theory, as the climate change deniers insist, it’s a very intricate one, which has been going on for a very long time.  
    Now why do we have climate change deniers? 
   Because oil and gas companies exist that pollute the Earth’s atmosphere, and it’s oceans and rivers... the environment as a whole, with volatile chemicals, oil, and greenhouse gases as a normal course of doing business. The advance of global warming evidence and science threaten their business, almost exactly as  Clair Cameron Patterson threatened the lucrative lead industry, and Frank Rowland and José Molina threatened the interests of the chlorofluorocarbon industry. 
   This is not a coincidence. The same series of events, introduction of something into the environment by industry, the discovery of adverse effects on humans or the environment by that something, industries defense of that substance by any means including the discrediting of said discoverer, and hopefully, the eventual realization and implementation of policies to cease, or limit the use of the something by industry and the world’s governments, has happened over and over throughout modern history (a telling example, or symbol of this is that the same Chicken Little defense that was used against Rowland and Molina has been used to denigrate climate change proponents). 
   Dr William Edmund Cooke and  asbestos. Dr. Jeffrey Wigand and tobacco.  Rachel Carson and pesticides. Greenpeace and nuclear power. The victims of Sandy Hook and the NRA. 
   In industries happy world, they’d be perfectly willing to let humanity live with lead, mercury & pesticide poisoning, skin and lung cancer, oceans inundating Miami and L.A. (not to mention Bermuda and the Bahamas in the Atlantic, the Pacific Islands of Palmerston, Tuvalu, Kiribati, Vanuatu, Marshall Islands, Cook Islands, Fiji, Solomon Islands, and the Maldives in the Indian Ocean., etc.) more Hurricane Katrina’s and Sandy’s, bigger and better tornadoes, and the China Syndrome, as long as they can still make a buck. 
   Personally, I’d prefer to go another way. 
   Hopefully, as far as global warming is concerned, the time of denial, and the culture of denial,  will end soon, and I mean very soon, for the time of irreversible damage to ourselves, to the planet, and to those who would follow us, is upon us.

Addendum: 12-28-17, Federal Court forces Trump's EPA to Address Lead Poisoning Crisis

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Skid Row Diary 34
























14  October   2003   Tuesday    Day 94


   Well, I was hoping to go to Trimar today. My funds are getting a little low. However, I have no way of getting there now.
   “Bus and subway mechanics in Los Angeles County went on strike at 12:01 a.m. Tuesday, shutting down the mass transit system that serves a region with 9.6 million residents. The 2,500 Amalgamated Transit Union (ATU) workers are opposing the efforts of the Los Angeles County Metropolitan Transportation Authority (MTA) to restructure the union’s health insurance fund, impose a two-year wage freeze and drastically reduce health benefits for retirees. An additional 9,000 workers represented by other MTA unions are honoring the ATU picket lines.” - Andrea Peters    
   “We will have no ability to offer any real alternatives to our customers,” said MTA Chief Executive Roger Snoble. “We cannot offer any service in any way, shape, or form.”
   The strike will affect approximately 400,000 passengers, including me, that use buses daily, for who knows how long.
   To quote my friend Gary Porch, “I’m fucked.”
   As far as going anywhere other than downtown Los Angeles that is.
   Yet I sympathize with the mechanics. Too often politicians are loth to raise taxes for services that are dearly needed and depended upon by local communities (schools being another example) for pure political reasons, and would rather balance their budgets on the backs of everyday workers, or those who can least afford it (periodic raises in the fares for bus riders which predominantly effect the poor, being another). 
   I just hope this doesn’t take too long, maybe in one or two days.
   I took my inability to move well. There was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
   I was given a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast, with sausage. Then I walked west on 5th toward the library. I made a stop at the SRHT office to sign in. There I was given another form for Labren to fill out. I took it with me to the library where I returned some books and tapes into the after hours repository. Since I was right next to the Arco Plaza I checked my mail, where I received several letters, which I took back with me to the Weingart.
   Steven Bochco, the television producer responsible for “Doogie Howser, M.D.,” was on Mark and Brian, promoting his new book, “Death by Hollywood: A Novel.”
   I opened my mail and was delighted to find a check for $42 from the good people at Vocational  Rehabilitation (which I had decided I could do without... not the good people, but the agency itself), to use for transportation purposes, i.e., a bus pass, to be used in my search for work.
   The irony of receiving money for a buss pass on the very day a bus strike was called did not escape me (and for those literary purists (assholes) that object to the use of the term “irony,” the above situation is also a coincidence (although an ironic one)). Only Franz Kafka and Joseph Heller could make stuff like this up.
   I also received another letter from Voc Rehab, “Individualized Plan for Employment,” where I got the results of the aptitude test I had taken for them. 
   According to Dr. Pagel, PhD “The client has an 8th grade level in reading, a 4th grade level in spelling, and a 7th grade level in math.”
   I didn’t even make it to high school level, which starts at the 10th grade here in Los Angeles. Or used to. 
   I’m a lousy speller, always have been. Thank God for dictionaries and spell check. I had hoped my spelling had improved over the years due to all of the writing I busy myself with, but apparently not. 
   I’m really surprised I did so well in math, which is a subject I enjoy reading the results of those who are proficient in that science, rather than applying that discipline  myself. Thank God for calculators.
   And I always thought of myself at least a good reader. I make a strict point of looking up words I come across that I’m not familiar with... sometimes, which I usually and promptly forget. But 8th grade! 
   I do not know if I can cope with this shame and may have to result to seppuku, the form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment. 
   Oh well, I can’t argue with Voc Rehab. They must know what’s true and what is not. I must accept my meager role in the world and be satisfied that I am allowed to exist.
   They also told me that my vocational goals are first, Customer Service Representative, second, Dispatcher, and third, Electronic Assembler.    
   Now I have goals and don’t feel so lost and aimless.
   In another letter from those happy-go-lucky folks at the Department of Public Social Services, I was told my benefits would be terminated on Halloween because I had not gone to my appointment with the Social Security Insurance rep last week. 
   I had already anticipated this response and knew how to deal with it. 
   What else did I get? Oh yes, my synthroid medicine from the VA. This stuff allows me to live happily without my natural thyroid juice, my thyroid having made the decision to bug out on me years ago.
   Fucking thyroid.
   Today marks my 9 month anniversary here at the Weingart. I went to see Labren, my case worker, who got mad at me for hanging around her office while she was goofing off with Ms. Jetter (whether I’m assertive or passive in my attempts to see her she gets mad. I cannot win. Women. As Kevin Smith quite eloquently put it, “They’re insane.”). 
   She eventually gave me an extension on my stay here for 30 days, which was very good as I had no plans on leaving as yet. 
   I wrote and read the paper. Meditated. I continued on with re-reading Dean Koontz’s “Winter Moon,” his space/dimensional/necromancer alien book.
   At 9:30 I looked in on the “Good Morning, Miami” show, where our local “Good Day, L.A." weather lady, Jillian Barberie has apparently joined the cast. She plays a morning television co-host who is somewhat abrasive and slutty, which is totally out of character for her.
   Her interpretation of her role was spot on.
   Later I had a dream involving Jillian Barberie, Daljit Dhaliwal, the BBC newsreader and television presenter, and the lovely and talented  ventriloquist and puppeteer, Shari Lewis, and a broken microwave oven, 57 toothpicks, 3 jars of mayonnaise (light), an Egyptian sarcophagi, 6 mildly hungry chupacabras, 12 deep fried pickles,  7.3 lime snow cones, and automated lawn mower, the “It’s a Small World" ride at Disneyland, Steven Spielberg’s cat, a tire pump, 3 copies of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera,” 6 thirteen volt batteries, a screen door, 2 elevators, 8 hula hoops, 14 ears of semi fresh corn, 12 jalapeno poppers,  8 Miniature Schnauzers, 53  Lesser Antillean Iguanas, a beige barbershop pole,  4 interconnected Slip in Slides, a half pound of soiled ambergris, 1465 frozen fish sticks, 2 raspberry pies,  6 Norwegian fire monkeys, 22.9 antediluvian vampires, some dijon mustard, 3,000 moldy walnuts, 10 pounds of dry ice, 12 solar powered calculators, 6 cases of Vicks Vaporub, a wet towel, 4 circus clowns, some Fremontodendron shrubbery, a gold-plated Ouija board, a silver-plated surf board, a platinum-plated ironing board, the USS Nautilus, 173 cans of Reddi-wip® Original Dairy Whipped Topping,  18 cases of "Ulster Fragrance" Irish Spring bar soap, 1 tube of Trixacin topical analgesic cream, 1 CD of “Frank Sinatra sings Country,” 76 trombones, 110 cornets, 1000 reeds, 1 double bell euphonium, 50 mounted cannon, a 14 foot tall marble statue of Moms Mabley, 14 pounds of char broiled okra, a top hat, and a trampoline.


15   October   Wednesday     Day 95


   Slept in until 9:30, showered and wrote. Roast beef for lunch. That would be the only thing I would eat today.
   After lunch I walked west to 6th and Broadway to a checking cashing place there. I gave my Voc Rehab check and I.D. to the young Hispanic girl behind the plexiglass.
   She smiled at me. “I’m sorry, but you don’t look like this picture,” she said.
   “I don’t?”
   “No. You’re much better looking.”
   “Yeah, I know. I get that all of the time. Here, I have some other I.D.”
   I showed her my useless bus pass and Veteran I.D. card. All good pictures, none of which did justice.
   She studied them.
   “I don’t know. I’ll have to check.” 
   She went away to talk to her supervisor. They both came back and compared me to the pictures on the I.D.s. They spoke in some foreign language to each other, probably Spanish. I was given the okay, I guess, as I got $40 back.
   The inner city DASH buses were still operating, and I took one to the VA clinic for the ASAP meeting. Kathy read to us from a list of humorous items she had found on the Internet to kick things off. I told her a giraffe joke, which she seemed to enjoy. 
   The devout zookeeper lost his favorite Bible while he was mending fences out at the zoo. 
   Three weeks later, a giraffe walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. 
   The zoo keeper couldn't believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the giraffe's mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, "It's a miracle!" 
   "Not really," said the giraffe. "Your name is written inside the cover." 
      Some of the items she read were from actual graffiti found in restrooms across the nation. Here’s a small sample:

   “God is dead.”  -Nietzsche
   “Nietzsche is dead.” -God

   Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity

   God made pot. Man made beer. In whom do you trust?

   I provided a urine sample after the group, then took another DASH back downtown to the library. I used the computers there to look for Odalys, and found the original Univision article that had alerted me to her plight. The only problem was that it was in Spanish. From the little I could gather from it only furthered to alarm, not inform. 
   I checked her web-site to see if there was any news. No luck. All of my Email inquiries had been ignored. I did find a survey section on her site that allowed me to send a message back to ODAGA Corp. in Miami. Hopefully I’ll get some response from that. If not I’ll be forced to take some drastic measures.
   I borrowed a tape from the VCR tape library of a television show from the 60s I used to watch as a small child. “The Prisoner,” starring Patrick McGoohan, as an estranged British intelligence agent who one day wakes up in an unfamiliar village, which he soon learns is a prison for estranged British intelligence agents. In his case he’s told he’ll be kept there until he tells them why he resigned from the intelligence service. His problem being he doesn’t know who controls the village, so he’s not about to tell them anything. 
   Whoever does control it seems to be obsessed with lava lamps.
   In the first episode McGoohan’s character, Number 6, makes a few escape attempts only to be thwarted by a giant beach ball, called Rover, which polices the facility. 
   The animated sit-com “The  Simpsons,” paid homage to this cult favorite in th episode “The Computer Wore Menace Shoes,” wherein Homer encounters the Rover, which he evades quite easily.
   “Why would anyone think a beach ball could hunt you?” he asks. 
   Why indeed.
   Looked realistically the show doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. The information requested from Number 6 (McGoohan, who is still around, and who did a wonderful job playing Edward I of England (Longshanks), in Mel Gibson’s “Braveheart.” (Longshanks: “Archers." English Commander: “I beg pardon, sire. Won't we hit our own troops?" Longshanks: “Yes... but we'll hit theirs too.”) doesn’t seem to be very compelling, and there are much simpler ways to extract it.
   I watched it after a PBS special on the life of Winston Churchill, whom many believe died after his second term as the British Prime Minister. He’s actually very much alive in the Village, and who will be kept there until he finally divulges what it was he said to FDR while sitting on the toilet in the White House.
   I experienced a dream this evening in which I had been transported to The Village, waking up in bed next to Samantha Morton and Imogen Stubbs, the beautiful and talented stars of “The Minority Report,” and “Blind Ambition,” respectively. I sat up in bed just at the moment when Samantha opened her eyes and dramatically proclaimed, “Murder.” I ran out of our condo, naked and screaming towards the ocean, only to be pursued by a giant Rover/Beach Ball, which caught up to me and gave me such a sound thrashing.


16   October      Thursday           Day  96


   When I last spoke to my lovely caseworker, Labren, the day before yesterday, the only instruction she gave to me was to suggest that I attend the Superseach Job Meeting.
      I hadn’t gone last week, so I thought I should make an appearance today at 10:00. After all, the guy who’s in charge of it is the program director of the floor I live in, the Veteran’s program on the fifth floor, and it’s advantageous for me to at least stay visible and in his good graces.
   This week had been scheduled for mock job interviews provided by outside employees who were donating their time. I don’t know why.
   I was ready, mentally at least.
   As I entered the Levi Center’s lobby I noticed several men sitting there waiting all wearing suits. I felt a little out of place as I was in my usual Thursday morning attire... Mexican serape, Alizarin crimson water grid jammer speedo, yellow velvet bunny ear headset, and Elton John Banana shades.
   “Vet’s meeting?” I inquired of the receptionist.
   “Sign in here,” he said, pointing to a piece of paper taped to the counter with several signatures already upon it.
   I signed in. Another vet now standing behind me, looked at the list and said, “This says it’s for mock interviews. I’m just here for the Supersearch.” 
   Kenny, one of our caseworkers, who I hadn’t noticed sitting next to me, said, “We’re not having that today.”
   That’s all I needed to know. I created a small after vacuum as I left the center as fast as possible. I know I could have stayed and participated, but everyone else was wearing suits. I could also have claimed that although I was very prepared to be interviewed, I had not been told to don business attire, and felt exceptionally disadvantaged.
   Besides, I had signed my name on the attendance list. Perhaps no one would notice I didn’t actually attend.
   I returned to my lonely room and wrote while listening to NPR, hoping for bus strike news. What I got was an interview with one Curtis White, a professor, from the University of Illinois, also an author of fiction and non-fiction, like the book he was promoting today,  “The Middle Mind, Why Can’t Americans Think for Themselves.” 
   To put it simply, he made the claim that our population is so well managed  by the media and political institutions that our critical thought processes have been compromised, and our imaginations impoverished. He’s absolutely right, of course, to the point that the phenomena is actually rather obvious (I mentally kicked myself for not writing a book about it first). The media is a useful mass anesthetic, and politicians spue out policies that are much easier to accept and go along with then they are to challenge. And who has the time or interest? 
   But this is nothing new, and not restricted to this country. Nazi Germany wouldn’t have become Nazi Germany if a severe form of this process had not been put purposefully into place, and effected. 
   We probably wouldn’t be at war in Iraq now if Bush hadn’t done the same thing, and the American people more sceptical of his argument for invasion. 
   “Iraq? Really? What have they done to us? Saddam’s a bad guy, big deal, get over it. And even if he had weapons of mass destruction, he couldn’t deliver them to the United States, making it Israel’s problem, not ours. North Korea has nukes, and we’re not invading them!”
   But, oh no, we just let him railroad us into a war costing American and Iraqi lives, and billions of dollars that “The Party of Fiscal Responsibility” doesn’t seem to care about. 
   We’re sheep. We like to be led. So much easier than thinking.
   Those who like to use their minds do, and those who don’t don’t. 
   I’m not saying that’s a bad thing necessarily. Zen people do it all of the time. It’s called mushin, an expression meaning the “mind without mind” also referred to as the state of "no-mindness," a mind not fixed or occupied by thought or emotion and thus open to everything.
   Mushin is a state of mind I entered into all of the time when I drank alcohol.
   But me and Zen people don’t usually start wars.
   Like us Americans. 
   And Germans.
   And Japanese.
   And Russians.
   And British.
   And Chinese.
   And discouraged folks within their own countries.
   On and on.
   There are several techniques that could be used to help alleviate this malaise, once people accept that a problem exists of course, or care. Educate all sections of the populace, as Thomas Jefferson believed (“enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body & mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day,” and “A system of general instruction, which shall reach every description of our citizens, from the richest to the poorest, as it was the earliest, so will it be the latest, of all the public concerns in which I shall permit myself to take an interest”), and do it for free, for the common good of the entire nation, and encourage critical thinking in all matters. However at the present time there is little incentive for the powers that be  to implement these changes as that would ultimately threaten their lock on power, even though seeking education and independent thought is implicit within the Constitution itself.
   I stopped thinking and read from Koontz, and ate a ham sandwich.
   Later, I heard the maid in the next room, and went over and asked her to read the piece on Odalys I had retrieved from the library.
   “Odalys?” she asked me. “Oh, you have picture in your room?”
   “Yes. Was she in an accident?”
   She read the piece and my worst fears were confirmed. She had been in an automobile accident and had injured herself slightly here in L.A., and was now recuperating.
   But where? And how to find out more.
   I took off to the library to find out what I could. There were no messages returned to my E-mail account.
   In an ancillary note, I discovered that the beautiful German actress in Stanley Kubrick’s film, “Paths of Glory,” the only woman in the film, who I had become so enamored with due to her sweet innocence and charm, had caught Kubrick’s eye as well, and not only as the casting director. 
   Credited as Susanne Christian in her only film appearance, she went on to become Christiane Kubrick, and who was married to Stanley for over 40 years, until his death in 1999. 
   She’s an artist, and a pretty good one. Stanley used some of her paintings in his last film, “Eye’s Wide Shut,” to adorn the apartment shared by Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. 
   Having found nothing more on Odalys I walked back to my room at the Weingart, Simon and Garfunkel’s song “The Boxer,” going through my head for some reason.
   Later, I watched this week’s edition of “Frontline,” entitled “Chasing the Sleeper Cell.” It concerned the U.S. government’s detention of citizens who had attended Al Qaeda training camps in Afghanistan and returned to the United States before 9/11. Since the trip to Afghanistan took place before any “War of Terrorism,” (which itself is a silly term, as terrorism in this sense is a tactic, and like declaring a “War on Night Reconnaissance,” or a “War on Shoot-and-Scoot.” War on Terror,” just sounds better for propaganda purposes) began, the legal issues involved in detaining these individuals is very cloudy. The government seems to believe them to be dormant agents just waiting for their orders to attack within the U.S. again, at least that’s what the FBI director said. Should we wait for them to act and then arrest or kill them, or should we detain them first, before they have a chance to kill another 3,000 Americans? 
   The position to arrest before a crime is committed seems to be a bit 1984ish, and Minority Report like to me. To arrest people, American citizens protected under the country’s Constitution because they have the capacity to commit a crime would make everyone suspect and bound for arrest. 
   The detainees claim they visited Afghanistan as a pilgrimage, and became disillusioned with  Al Qaeda’s militarism and fanatical stance, then came home. I can understand the government’s interest in them, and it’s reluctance to set them free, but if they haven’t committed a crime I would think it’s inherently illegal to hold them. It’s a slippery slope thing. Take away a civil or human right here and there, and as governments tend to do, they’ll continue unless checked, and  soon there won’t be anymore rights to be enjoyed. What do you think, dear readers?
   Much later I watched a movie I had borrowed from the library. “Quatermass and the Pit,” a horrible title, but very compelling British documentary, the third and final in the Quatermass series, which the first two oddly enough, starred an American, Brian Donlevy of “Beau Geste” fame. 
   For the time they were made, they were cutting edge Sci-Fi films based on actual science. Like another British Sci-Fi film for the time, starring another American,  Dean Jagger (of “Twelve O'Clock High” fame), “X, the Unknown,” and the three Quatermass movies were made by Hammer Film Productions (of 1958 Dracula fame), and involved misunderstood monsters of truly horrific design and proportion which if loosed would threaten the entire world ... people too!
   The film I watched tonight, based I’m told on a true story, was about the discovery and excavation of what was believed to be a Martian artifact, a spacecraft, if you will, which had crashed, or landed in a London suburb,  Hobbs End, 5 million years ago. The ship had brought with it human prototypes which the Martians (3 foot tall grasshoppers with horns, or “Devilhoppers”) had endowed  with a primitive intelligence (a similar plot point developed in Kubrick’s “2001, A Space Odyssey,” which premiered a year after the Pit, in 1968), allowing humans to gradually progress and dominate the planet and turn it into shit. So, in a very real sense we owe everything that we are, all of the accomplishments and setbacks, everyone who’s ever lived in the human race, to some ill-tempered Martian Devilhoppers. It gives one pause, doesn’t it?
   Much later I went to sleep and dreamt I was in the deserts just outside Bullhead City, Arizona, near where a giant meteorite had crashed, However this meteorite had retained an oval and artificial shape, half of it buried in the ground. As I approached a small circular section began to unscrew itself from the very top and descend into the interior.
   “This is no ordinary meteorite,” I told myself.    
   A long, snake like object emerged from the hole that had just been made, and a throbbing, droning, hypnotizing sound emanated from it’s position. The probes face consisted of an opaque, milky glass, molding around the front, from which light began to glow.
   It hadn’t spotted me yet, but was slowly making a thorough survey of it’s surroundings, until, at last, it came to face me, lowering it’s probe like face down to the point it could look directly at me.
   I waved to it, which pissed it off I guess, as the throbbing sound increased in intensity, and it bobbed up and down a bit, it’s light becoming so bright it was hard to look at it.
   Just as I was sure it was about to space ray me into a burnt out cinder, it turned off, silenced itself, and quickly retreated. In it’s place popped out Xenia Seeberg, of “Lexx,” and Laura  Bertram, of “Andromeda” fame, two fine, fact based television Sci-Fi program ladies, who  grabbed me and carried me back inside their ship, which took off, at which point I was never, ever seen again.