Thursday, March 29, 2007


WHILE THE GETTING'S GOOD


I have spoken here before of the advantages of a mountainside residence in regard to rising sea levels, which may one day turn Lake Biwa into an ocean inlet and transform my remote domain into beachfront property. By then, diehard major cities will be using submarines instead of subways. But of the more than 30 millions of those seacoast folks, what about the ones who don't have SCUBA licenses and prefer a landish lifestyle? Where will they go in their small boats?

The International Institute for Environment and Development lists Japan as the country with the sixth-largest number of people living within 10 meters of the average sea level. That of course includes including Tokyo and Osaka, which average a couple of meters above sea level right now. The subways are below sea level already.

They say that Japan should start shifting things around in the near future; wonder if they include politics in that.


5 comments:

Trace said...

So, are you saying your area will be like Vienna?

Trace said...

Oh Robert, I meant to say Venice. You probably figured as much though. I'm a goof.

Tabor said...

"Start shifting things"? Sounds easy doesn't it?

Chancy said...

something for you to sing in the meantime:


"How high's the water, mama?
Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Two feet high and risin'

We can make it to the road in a homemade boat
That's the only thing we got left that'll float
It's already over all the wheat and the oats,
Two feet high and risin'

How high's the water, mama?
Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Three feet high and risin'

Well, the hives are gone,
I've lost my bees
The chickens are sleepin'
In the willow trees
Cow's in water up past her knees,
Three feet high and risin'

How high's the water, mama?
Four feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Four feet high and risin'

Hey, come look through the window pane,
The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train
Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain,
4 feet high and risin'

How high's the water, mama?
Five feet high and risin'
How high's the water, papa?
Five feet high and risin'

Well, the rails are washed out north of town
We gotta head for higher ground
We can't come back till the water comes down,
Five feet high and risin'

Well, it's five feet high and risin'"

Bob Brady said...

Just lemme get my guitar an' waders...