i feel like i'm the one who's doin dope
My mind is playin tricks on me, yo!
I'd planned a long and thoughtful post on the re-emergence of controversial enviros Ted Nordhaus and Michael Shellenberger at TalkingPointsMemo's Book Cafe, as well as the barrage of follow-ups from other TPM contributors, but I started out at St. Marks late this morning, see, and I had to take a seat at a table in the sun, and I couldn't concentrate and then a bee drowned in my coffee for some reason - it was black, too, and I can't for the life of me figure out what about black coffee would attract a bee - and then there was this girl here that I think I made drunken goo-goo eyes at the Gito Gito Hustler show at Bender's and of course felt sort of stupid showing up here, like, there's that guy who made drunken goo-goo eyes at me, even though she's a little too precious looking to be my type, and then when I finally got a seat in the back I noticed that my fly has been down the whole time I've been here.
Needless to say, my head lacks the space to relate the insies and outsies of the brouhaha (I fuckin love typing that word!) Mssrs. Nordhaus and Shellenberger started a couple of years ago with their essay. I can say that I had to write some gibberish (and believe me, it was gibberish) about it before starting the M.A. at Naropa, and my own reaction was along the lines of Mike Roselle's at Counterpunch, especially since I'd been writing a great deal about hardworking environmentalists for TNS up to that point.
Anywho, Nordhaus and Shellenberger now seem to be doing a bit of a bob and weave, somewhat different than what I recall them exploring in their original essay (pdf!). Please click on through, and though I'm too busy making a total ass of myself in front of way too many cute girls and normal people to be of any help to you, I can still provide a couple of links on the more radical end of things, including Bill McKibben's review of their book and the great Jeffrey St. Clair, for background and balance.