Here’s the Premier’s kind reply to my letter (ok maybe not her personally…but).
A few words first .. I am sure I’m in the minority of responsible citizens who believe a carbon tax is the way to go to curb energy use. I’m also positive the correspondence the Premier is receiving is less than encouraging. It should be because it’s good for the environment and at least we are doing something to help future generations.
The tax is making me think how I use carbon. I have made it a rule that I will not idle my car for more than five minutes. I was going for thirty seconds but in minus cabillion, it is just too uncomfortable. I need to see out of my windows.
After reading my blog, I see I was a bit ambiguous. But when I look at the children in my life and realize the mess we are leaving them, a carbon tax is the least we can do.
And a drum roll please ..
Dear Mr. Reid,
On behalf of Premier Notley, thank you for your kind words about the government’s environmental plan. I appreciate you taking the time to write and share how you lessen your carbon footprint as well.
The carbon levy is the key tool that will pay for the transition to a more diversified economy. As you mention, over the next five years, the levy is expected to raise $9.6 billion, all of which will be reinvested in the economy and rebated to Albertans.
o $3.4 billion will help households, small businesses, and communities adjust to the carbon price, including:
- $2.3 billion for consumer rebates to help low and middle-income families – 60 per cent of households in the province will receive the full amount of the rebate and an additional six per cent of households will receive a partial rebate.
- $865 million to reduce taxes for small businesses by one-third
- $195 million to assist coal communities, Indigenous communities and others with adjustment.
o $6.2 billion will be reinvested to support the economy, including:
I hope this answers some of the questions you have about how funds from the carbon levy will be used.
Manager, Premier’s Correspondence Unit
Office of the Premier
Dear Alberta Premier Notley,
I am writing because I am very excited about the environmentally responsible course you are carving for us. Many see our beautiful province as nothing more than a giant carbon polluter with zero responsibility to climate change. My west-coast, tree–hugging friends, ignore my instagram snaps of me on my mountain bike in -25 or the army of car-to-gos in the C-train parking lot. They only see the dirty tar sands. We definitely need action on climate change (as much as I love the idea of becoming the new Miami – it’s not good for the rest of the world because EVERYONE would want to live here, including coastal dwellers).
But is the January first carbon tax the way to go? Taxes send a scary shiver up my spine like prairie cold snap in January and this tax is a giant windfall (some 9.6 billion over 5 years). Where is the money going? Is is going into the “general revenue fund” to build schools, roads, pay salaries or is it going where it should – into research, development and implementation of new Eco-technologies to reduce our carbon foot print (as well as the plow the bike path fund)? And if it goes into developing new green resources will tax payers see where the money is spent? Will the spending be transparent? Transparency for governments is as scary as Donald Trump actually becoming President of the most powerful nation in the world (oops).
Or maybe the rationale is to make carbon so expensive that no one uses it like in Europe where gas is over two dollars a litre. Not a lot of pickup trucks or SUVs in France or Germany. This is a wonderful benefit – pick up truck reduction on our roads is as pleasing as a Chinook after a cold snap. Gas at two dollars a litre will make smaller cars more culturally acceptable. And perhaps prevent bad habits like idling our cars for half an hour (you only need 30 seconds). Hopefully, the high cost of carbon will curb use and make alternative means for transportation more culturally acceptable.
High taxes on tobacco, alcohol and gas only hurts people who can’t afford it. However, I am glad you are giving people who don’t make a lot of money a subsidy to help with the high cost of essential living expenses like food and heating. The danger is, of course, until the next government gets in and says, “You mean we can get even more money if we cut subsidies?” (Government trust is a misleading as “wind chill.”)
But you know the most effective way to reduce carbon emissions is through education, not tax. People didn’t stop smoking because of high taxes, they did it because they knew about the health concerns. I look at myself. It’s not a carbon tax that makes me ride my bike to work in -25, but the awareness of environmental responsibility.
We need a carbon tax. I just hope that it’s not a “cash grab” and there is transparency around how the tax is used. I think it’s a good way to force people to use more responsible means of transportation like public transit or riding bikes and make other transportation means more culturally acceptable. Calgary has a fantastic bike path system (and commuter routes need clearing). It’s time more people use them. As for riding in winter, after the first ten minutes of -25 the cold is so numbing, you don’t even feel it. I just hope it’s not the same plan for the Carbon Tax.
First of all, kudos to those guys who pack giant amounts of stuff in a pick up truck, drive out to the middle of a frozen lake with twenty other guys, set up a tent in minus a bazillion below zero with the wind howling a hundred clicks an hour. And then sit on a little stool with a fishing line for hours, attempting to catch a slowly moving fish that’s already half frozen. It is certainly better than going to Costco and buying a forty dollar bag of organic fish skinned and deboned ready for presentation on my table. Good on ya.
Personally I wouldn’t mind ice fishing except for the slimy fish thing and putting a slug like critter on a fishing line. Or the sitting on an ice cold bench for hours, waiting for some exceptionally slow moving animal to tug on my line. I’m not that patient. And it’s not the cold. I love to go outside running when it’s minus a bazillion, but the key here is running, as in moving as in staying warm. Not sitting on a cold wooden bench getting hemorrhoids.
However, one day I looked inside one of these huts and I was amazed. I expected an old Gandolf looking guy with a grey beard dripping with icicles hanging his bent and withered body over a hole in the ice, waiting and waiting – the epitome of patience. But that’s not the case. This hut had a couch with a cooler full of beer, a small stove and a radio (check out the above picture – this guy has a microwave. I guess you need to to thaw the fish after you catch it?) Yep they were sitting on a couch, drinking beer, smoking a cigar, waiting for a frozen fillet o fish to tug their line. And their poles weren’t even in their hands they were stuck into the ice with bells that rang in case a fish decided to bite. This, I found out is a handy feature, especially if you doze off on the couch.
So I had to ask, why do you guys do this? I mean it’s freezing outside. The wind is howling like we’re in the Antarctic. The fish are too cold to even swim – they hadn’t caught a fish in hours. And it was creepy. Every once in a while the ice sent a shivering crack throughout the hut. Fear ran through me as I thought at any moment the couch, TV and inhabitants of the hut were about to fall through the ice and become food for whatever monster lived at the bottom of this lake (for weeks after the visit I had dreams I was slowly falling to the bottom of a green clear lake, my body too cold to move, sinking, sinking without feeling). There had to be a reason for this insanity.
Then I realized why this is a sport. Well not so much a sport but an adventure in escapism. They are temporarily away from it all – no jobs, no family, no responsibilities – these people love isolation. And this sport is the ultimate in isolation – well maybe except for a nice vacation to the Antarctic for three months. I considered briefly taking up the sport if it wasn’t for the fish thing, the cold thing and the not moving for long periods of time thing. I think I’ll stand outside and see how long it takes before I become Otzi the iceman.
I’m sitting in bed on a lovely Sunday, my most pensive day, oh Great One. Coffee steaming on the night stand. I am covered in my soft and comfy duvet while surrounded by massive pillows propping me up. But something is wrong. Laying around me is techno-carnage: my cell, tablet, e-reader and strapped on my wrist is a smart watch. I sit back and look in horror (Brando echoing in my brain), “Do these ridiculous pieces of plastic and metal actually enhance my life or are they just giant blocks of concrete dangling around my neck,” I think while rubbing the top of my head (fortunately I still have hair – thanks mom). I jump out of bed and as I hit the floor, my brain quickly dashes to my step counter. “Will I reach my goal for the day?” The thought repulses me. Immediately, I unstrap the device and put on a good old fashioned Timex – no counter, notifications or GPS, just the time (remember those days, my friends, when all watches did was .. you know … tell the time). I start to tremble after I realize that my personal world record of 25 continuous days of 10k steps is just about to end. I grab the dog and go out the door not caring if I hit the step mark or not. I feel a great rush of freedom. My dog, on the other hand, looks up and says, WTF? I was in on that record dip-shit.
Now for the cell phone. Device number two is starting to control my life a bit too much (as if the dog doesn’t do that enough). Prune number one. Turn off the little light that blinks every time I receive a notification. Do I really need this? It continuously flashes – pleading me to pick it up and run my soft luscious fingers across her screen, “Please Danny, just a little touch, come on big boy.” I try to ignore it , but it’s impossible. That ugly block of black glass just sits there, blinking, tempting me like a giant bowl of Halloween candy three days before the masks and costumes come out (plenty of time to replenish!). It’s hard. I turn off the light and blinking Jezebel – gonzo. Prune two. I’ve decided to put the phone directly into my knapsack and not look at it until I get to work, which is a good twenty minutes from the time I jump from bed in the morning (I know right, awesome or what – the control on that man).
As for my e-reader, no problem because I have never even turned the WiFi on. My e-reader does one thing – shows me words that form paragraphs and stories. And this is not a bad piece of advice. If you get an e-reader make sure it can minimally perform one function – read ideas. I’ve pretty much abandoned my tablet for the same reason. Every time I start to read I constantly get distracted. For instance while the dog starts barking out the window as I am reading, I go to Kijiji and search for “People looking for cute dog.”
It’s been a good week now with all my tech modifications and I feel great. I sleep better. I focus better (relationship here!). I actually listen to my students in class. And I think about shit before I actually Google it. The big lesson, though, is either you control tech or it controls you. Surprise, surprise.
I love going back to Vancouver. The minute I step off the plane my dried out hair and flaky skin just suck up the moisture. The change was so abrupt I actually heard sucking sounds from the itchy pores all over my body. After your lifeless skin has returned to the living, your nostrils take in the salty air, making you feel like you should be on a schooner traversing the globe while wearing a yellow sou’wester as a salty spray drenches you in freedom or dead fish depending on your TV commercial / dream sequence (aren’t they kind of the same?).
And you walk and walk and walk until your legs ache which is such a wonderful thing about the coast. There’s Spanish Banks, False Creek, and finally the Sea Wall, great to do on Monday morning while every one is working. But do people really work out there because there were an awful lot of people on the Seawall for a Monday. One day, I walked over fifteen kilometers (I tracked it on Runtastic). With the excellent transit system, and a good pair of shoes you can be as fit as every second person you see riding bikes, running, or walking.
Then there are the oh so tasty morsels and libations and other comforts I love about Vancouver. I only really had one awful meal there (Steam Works in Gastown). But that was my fault. Reminder – always order salad dressing on the side or you get a vinaigrette soup with a bunch of leaves floating in it, but at least the pilsner was scrumptious. Another excellent thing about Vancouver is the beer – Red Truck Ale, Stanley Park Amber Ale, Fat Tug, Yellow Dog and a few I can’t remember. Who can after the fourth? Ok fifth, but who’s counting. I don’t think I had a bad beer the whole time I was out there (or maybe it was the excellent company). Yep every day at three o’clock spicy edamame and beer and Jeremy – Oh man, life is so good.
And can you say salmon? I swear by the time I left I had gills along with urges to swim upstream. I also had the best Chinese food ever at this place in Richmond, “Tin Tin Seafood Harbour.” Yep I don’t think there’s a city on the planet that can beat Vancouver for food and beer and walking (they do go together). Ok maybe the planet is a bit strong. But you get the point.
My only concern is the temperament of some people out on the coast. Can’t you say hi or smile? For all the beauty out there it’s amazing how unfriendly people are. Maybe you’re too stressed out because you can’t afford to leave your house because every dime you earn goes into your over-priced mortgage. Or maybe you feel confined because the price of gas is so high, so you can’t drive (you know you can bike or walk or take transit – they are all convenient and cheap) However, I found a way to get people to say hello. If you are out on your walk or run, all you have to do is yell. In a rather loud voice shout,”HEY GOOD MORNING!!!” And you know what? People always respond in kind. Or they run back to there million dollar one room condo, screaming`TOO MUUUCH TAAAXX.`
Check this out … The Mountain .. Are you tough enough to climb the mountain?
I don’t who he is… but
My beautiful Malibu home (right next to Arnold) is secure. I now have a VPN (virtual pirate network) up to keep evil predators at pirate bay. Nice. But I have to remember that the network provides privacy not anonymity. It is impossible not to leave a digital footprint anywhere on the Internet (my goodness don’t you watch “Person of Interest” – Harold can get anyone!!!) and if evilness wants to find you and hack you, they will. But a VPN helps.
The analogy I read this week about a VPN was very appropriate. It goes like this… You have a house (over looking a beautiful virtual non-polluted ocean – plastic palms, a sun that never burns you). A VPN only provides curtains so people can’t look in your house, and see what you’re doing inside (bring out the bong boys!). However, since you have a street address, people still know you live somewhere. A VPN gives you privacy, so you can walk around the house in the buff or exchange banking information with more security. It maintains privacy, but people still know you have a house somewhere in Malibu or London or Toronto.
No one is one hundred per cent secure with any VPN. If someone wants to break into your house they will and can. Don’t fall for a false sense of security. But in today’s internet you need to setup an extra network for security because the days of your local internet provider assisting you are over. They provide the cupcakes for anyone who wants to look in your windows.
It was fun setting up the network. It only took me two days and a couple of hundred bucks for equipment (half bottle of scotch and a neck massage). But man I can feel the privacy. The curtains (thick red velvet drapes from The Game of Thrones) are closed. Now I’m going to put on my favourite pirate costume, with a wooden leg, parrot on my shoulder and shiny metal hook and dance around the house. I just downloaded the first season of “The Ropers” from Pirate Bay (it should be free).
And that’s another reason for hiding behind curtains. No one will know how my favourite TV shows appear on my hard drive. I don’t even know. All I know is they magically appear on my hard drive (Ummm, really?). I watch them a week after the broadcast date because they don’t have commercials. I hate TV advertising. It makes me want to take pills, many pills and dress like a pirate. It’s the same useless products over and over, asking me to buy crap that I don’t need or making me drool over a bacon double cheese burger I see flashed a hundred times a day. No wonder we have an obesity epidemic.
Yep and once again kudos to my friend and yours Edward “the privacy man” Snowden. Not that he supports my magically appearing TV shows, but he made us all aware that we had better make sure the curtains are drawn because you never know what creepy bastard is looking in your windows, just waiting to make your Christmas presents magically disappear.