The Hydrogen Economy is Here

Last week, I drove a modified Ford pick-up truck that burned hydrogen in its internal combustion engine. My exhaust output was pure water. What a rush to actually drive a vehicle powered by the only truly "zero emissions" fuel.

Now I know what you green fuel experts are thinking: "Well, its not really a zero emissions fuel if it takes a lot of electricity to create the hydrogen". This is true.

But the hydrogen in my fuel cannister was provided by a filling station in North Vanvouver owned jointly by a group called "IWHUP" (Integrated Waste Hydrogen Utilization
Project), whose members are committed to the establishment of hydrogen infrastructure. This hydrogen was captured and purified from the waste exhaust stream of heavy oil upgrading plant in North Vancouver. Besides bleach manufacturers, petro chemical refiners and fertilizer manufacturers are some of the best sources for waste hydrogen. In Canada alone, over 50 million kilograms of hydrogen are vented annually from industrial processes, which is enough to power 200,000 hydrogen fuel cell vehicles.

Multiply that by a factor of ten for the U.S., and you can see the potential. With the release of the Honda FCX Clarity, the first production vehicle scheduled for public availability at a reasonable cost ($600 per month), the transformation of North America's carbon economy into a hydrogen is now underway.

General Motors has stipulated that it will have pure hydrogen vehicles in its showrooms in selected markets by 2011 or 20012, and public transportation (buses) vehicles are gradually occupying a larger percentage of the world's commuter systems.

Are we actually going to reverse the trend of global warming with such rapidly integrated solutions? It almost is starting to look like it.

Find out more about the waste hydrogen capture process at http://www.htec.ca .

DISCLOSURE: I am in the process of becoming a shareholder of HTEC, and by the looks of things, an employee as well. There is no single business idea I've believed more strongly in than HTEC's.

Dog Mother Boyfriend Ouch

The dog just punctured my arm...bleeding minimal...blood pressure normal at 120 over 80...I can spare a few pints. We like to play ruff.

Speaking of rough, me wee ma and me wee bf downed 3 bottles of a tart cab sauv at Salt of a Saturday afternoon. As seems to de rigeur in that alley, numerous stoppers-by affected our peregrinations sufficiently that I'm free to splog to my heart's content.

Hemingway said the first draft of anything was shit. Clearly not a slogger. Popped his fuckin head off with a 12.

So to appease the domestic parliament, I've forsaken both Salli and Shane's joint 40th, Cameron's 30th, Kenji's inevitable. Its enough to make me support a faster despooling of the life thread. For those of you who aren't here, you should see the new office environment fabricated mostly from great Ikeas, but which will ultimately camouflage the ultimate purpose of what I like to think of as the "Shit Lab". Not that our products will be shit...more so that progress towards evolving new products from this subterranean lillypad demands a line of disinformation designed to free the smugly fucklings from concern. Makes HOW mush sense?

Riding the bi polar thermals is all.

What dya do when your just not cut from the fabric? Sew a new path?

Selected Perspectives from Forest

I deleted my facebook profile today. I'm beginning to feel too virtual, as if slowly decomposing into packets of 1042 bytes easily lost by feckless routers. I prefer to keep my existence and associations actual.

I wander through the woods with the dog for at least two hours a day, unless I have to leave the island for the day. Even in the rain, the light and shadows and variations on green clear the static in my head and invoke clear vision. By the end of the first half hour, its a tantric mind that listens for whispered wisdoms aloft on silent breezes. Or delusions spit forth by an insistent and silly sub conscience.I often look up disoriented by the progress I've inadvertently made.

Facebook's success is predicated entirely, I'm convinced, on the ability for self-conscious inferiority complex to tabulate friendships and accumulate credit for posting material gleaned from other sources. Look how many friends I have and how much fun I am. Lame-ass, I think.

Blogging, on the other hand, facilitates the mindless ramblings of marginally literate talents (ahem) self-deluded into a conviction of moral or perhaps technical authority that must be shared. A pattern of regular blogging reveals the essence of the character unless the essence is an ersatz contrived persona, which interests some but bores others.

To me, the blog is way to sort of dump the mind's clutter onto a screen in front of me to see what kind of garbage I'm accumulating. Looking over this so far, for example, betrays the morose mental disposition that I've been dealing with lately. Though I swear I won't fall into one of Blogdom's most pervasive and annoying tendencies, that of wallowing in self-obsessed whining.

I write so much meaningless garbage in the course of a day, I think I need to exercise the blog a bit more just to confirm my humanity. Contracts, invoices, email to clients and such drivel seriously threaten to castrate my imagination.