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Thursday, 21 June 2012

Relax, Jason, the ice in Antartica isn't shrinking any more.

Counter I received an email today from Jason Mraz. I have only a slight idea who he is (for example, I'm quite sure, just from his name, that he's a male, but not an Asian, African or Afro-American), and he has even less of an idea who I am, but he emailed me all the same. This is what he wrote:
Dear friend,

When I play my music, I always hope I serve a purpose greater than myself. And I care very deeply about finding a solution to the biggest problem we face on our planet. That's global climate change, caused by pollution from human beings like you and me.

Maybe you already know something about climate change. This winter, I got to learn a lot more about it. I joined Al Gore on a trip to Antarctica, where climate change is more visible and scary than almost anywhere else.

This trip to the bottom of the world was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I saw penguins standing on top of ice that's melting fast. I saw for myself, up close and personal, how our beautiful planet is under threat. . .

Well, I have news for Jason, whoever he is. Every winter (now I know he's not an Aussie, a Kiwi, or a European-African), it's summer in Antarctica. The sun shines. All day. All night. It gets warm. Penguins frolic. Ice melts. The ice sheets retreat. Fast.

But relax, Jason. Now, it's winter in Antarctica. Cold. Dark. All day. All night. Winds howl. Penguins huddle. Water freezes. The ice sheets advance. Fast.

1 comment:

  1. Maybe I shouldn't laugh but I couldn't help it!! But I'm an Ozzie and some people get so serious over this stupid global change thingy..
    It reminds me of the lady who got into her car on a hot day. Biscuit dough on her back seat blew up in its glass jar. Something hit her on the back of the head and placing her hand there she felt something soft.So she THOUGHT the explosion was gun fire and she THOUGHT she was shot in the back of the head. She placed both hands around the back of her head and sat like that for ages holding onto it, until a man approached her car and asked what she was doing. She told him she'd been shot and she was holding her brains in...


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