Last night I was at a bar with my new friend Adam discussing emo music and whether it emerged out of Seattle grunge or something else altogether. Personally I can appreciate Bright Eyes once in a while, but on the whole I just don’t get it. After shifting to 70s punk–which I can really get into–it happened…
“So I googled you. Science, eh?” Adam grins.
Here we go again. “Uh, yeah.”
“I gotta ask. Climate change. Prove yourself. Make me believe.”
And it starts… You see, I’m used to this challenge. Climate change might as well be the Yankees vs the Sox. It’s a pub conversation about who’s ‘winning’ when everyone is really loses unless we act. And I can already tell Adam’s a bright guy. He’s a skeptical thinker who doesn’t have access to journal articles, but does hear the news media fallout. He’s got a lot of questions about so-called email conspiracies, but at least he’s interested in a discussion.
So we have another drink and I tell him a little more about what’s going on in oceans, on land, and in the atmosphere. He listens politely, and soon we’re back to Kurt Cobain.