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Deep Vermillion
Aug. 28th, 2011 05:03 pmEnya rang me yesterday. No, really, that was the woman's name. She asked if I over eighteen and interested in taking part in a survey to measure community attitudes toward carbon capture? Yes to the first, Enya, and I suppose also to the second.
I'm not good at being put on the spot, so when she asked me to explain what I understood by the term 'carbon capture', my answer was: oh, well, it's, um, it's when they, um, capture the carbon, um, from, um, industrial processes and, um, store it underground, um, I think it's called geosequestration? Enya said, 'Do you have anything to add to that?' Good lord, Enya, I thought I was doing well to get that far.
It was a rubbish answer, but Enya's next question was, 'If I tell you that carbon capture refers to the process of capturing carbon from industry as it occurs and storing it deep underground for a long time, how would you rate your knowledge of the carbon capture process: very knowledgeable, somewhat knowledgeable or not at all knowledgeable?' I was going to say 'not at all knowledgeable', but thought that since her definition was more or less the same as mine, with fewer ums, I could bump myself up to 'somewhat knowledgeable'. I feel a bit guilty about that now, since that one sentence covers everything I know about the subject.
For reasons I don't understand (because I'm not interested and haven't been paying attention), there is a special football match on today, recreating the local grand final from 1991 twenty years on. Actually, I do sort of know why. One of the players in that match has since become one of Australia's biggest comedy/TV stars (Dave Hughes, if you're wondering, Australian readers) and it was his idea. Or something. Anyway, I was vaguely aware it was going to happen at some point, until this morning when I heard a helicopter, children singing the national anthem, and then a lot of blurry announcements from the football oval a few blocks away. So it's today, I gather. There will be some pulled hamstrings tonight.
Day 233. Evening walk to the river, Day 234. Blossom, Day 235. Blue car, red door, Day 236. New hair clip, Day 237. Cheap pumpkins, Day 238. Before, Day 238a. After, Day 239. Pot spots, Day 239a. Stripes
I'm not good at being put on the spot, so when she asked me to explain what I understood by the term 'carbon capture', my answer was: oh, well, it's, um, it's when they, um, capture the carbon, um, from, um, industrial processes and, um, store it underground, um, I think it's called geosequestration? Enya said, 'Do you have anything to add to that?' Good lord, Enya, I thought I was doing well to get that far.
It was a rubbish answer, but Enya's next question was, 'If I tell you that carbon capture refers to the process of capturing carbon from industry as it occurs and storing it deep underground for a long time, how would you rate your knowledge of the carbon capture process: very knowledgeable, somewhat knowledgeable or not at all knowledgeable?' I was going to say 'not at all knowledgeable', but thought that since her definition was more or less the same as mine, with fewer ums, I could bump myself up to 'somewhat knowledgeable'. I feel a bit guilty about that now, since that one sentence covers everything I know about the subject.
For reasons I don't understand (because I'm not interested and haven't been paying attention), there is a special football match on today, recreating the local grand final from 1991 twenty years on. Actually, I do sort of know why. One of the players in that match has since become one of Australia's biggest comedy/TV stars (Dave Hughes, if you're wondering, Australian readers) and it was his idea. Or something. Anyway, I was vaguely aware it was going to happen at some point, until this morning when I heard a helicopter, children singing the national anthem, and then a lot of blurry announcements from the football oval a few blocks away. So it's today, I gather. There will be some pulled hamstrings tonight.
Day 233. Evening walk to the river, Day 234. Blossom, Day 235. Blue car, red door, Day 236. New hair clip, Day 237. Cheap pumpkins, Day 238. Before, Day 238a. After, Day 239. Pot spots, Day 239a. Stripes