Showing posts with label Kelli's perspective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kelli's perspective. Show all posts

Thursday, October 2, 2008

It's not easy being 'green'

By KELLI FONTENOT
Published February 20, 2008 by The Current Sauce


Despite the amusing commercials, it's obvious that America does not, in fact, run on Dunkin' Donuts.

Last week, President Hugo Chavez said he would cut off oil supplies to the United States after Exxon Mobil Corp decided to freeze billions of dollars in Venezuelan assets.

Experts predict that Chavez is all talk - and that it wouldn't make a huge difference even if he did follow through. Each year, the U.S. Department of Energy prepares for emergencies by reserving millions of oil barrels and storing them in "underground salt caverns along the Gulf of Mexico coastline," according to the Department's Web site.

Of course, the promise of crude oil hidden in mysterious underground salt caverns is comforting, but Chavez still poses a daunting threat. Venezuela is the nation's fourth largest oil supplier, according to the Associated Press.

Foreign crude oil dependency has been debated in Congress, online forums, and South Park episodes, but so far, it seems like we haven't made a great deal of progress.

The U.S. guzzles millions of barrels of oil each day, which is enough to supply more than 99 percent of the fuel used in our automobiles, according to the Department of Energy's Web site.

Major car companies have encouraged the use of environmentally friendly fuels by introducing hundreds of concept cars and a handful of actual vehicles - like the Toyota Prius, the Honda Accord Hybrid and the Ford Escape Hybrid - to the market.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Adrift on the Nansene

By KELLI FONTENOT
Published July 10, 2008 by The Dalles Chronicle

It’s about 11:45 a.m. on Saturday and I am standing on a bridge in Dufur, aiming a zoom lens at the innertubes in the creek below. I snap a few shots and run back to the truck to get rid of the camera. When I return to the creek entrance, I expect to see someone waiting for me (I’ve got the keys to the truck, after all) but once I reach the water, I am met only with a black rubber tube and a six-foot walking stick to paddle with.

Hesitantly, I wade into the water and peer down the creek. The family has floated out of sight, but voices carry across the wind and I realize if I don’t go now, I may never catch up.

I am about to become a participant in The Great Nansene Creek Flotilla. Every year, Michael Glover, the commodore of the Ft. Dufur Yacht and Tubing Club, leads a group of explorers on an innertube flotilla down the creek. This year’s participants include five members of the Alexander family, originally from California. Michael invited them after meeting them at church.