It is already 5am in Dubai. Does anyone have a clue when we are leaving? I vote for sundown tonight Israel time. I'm in favor of that! According to Time and Date that would be 4:30 pm in Jerusalem, 8:30 am tomorrow morning Central (St. Louis) time. IF I understand it correctly. COP28 closed today with an agreement that signals the “beginning of the end” of the fossil fuel era by laying the ground for a swift, just and equitable transition, underpinned by deep emissions cuts and scaled-up finance. In a demonstration of global solidarity, negotiators from nearly 200 Parties came together in Dubai with a decision on the world’s first ‘global stocktake’ to ratchet up climate action before the end of the decade – with the overarching aim to keep the global temperature limit of 1.5°C within reach. “Whilst we didn’t turn the page on the fossil fuel era in Dubai, this outcome is the beginning of the end,” said UN Climate Change Executive Secretary Simon Stiell in his closing speech. “Now all governments and businesses need to turn these pledges into real-economy outcomes, without delay.” @terry Reminds me of the old song Red Barchetta: My uncle has a country place Jump to the ground I strip away the old debris There's more but you get the point. Who would have thought a rock song from 1981 would come to pass in our lifetime? A commenter said about the song: “Red Barchetta” is the story of a car chase in an Orwellian future. The song’s narrator seeks to escape urban dystopia by driving an illegal antique motor car around the countryside, while two hovering law enforcement vehicles pursue and attempt to apprehend him. The titular Barchetta is a refurbished old Ferrari which can be seen as a symbol of creativity and freedom.
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the turbine freight
To far outside the wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty-odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time
We fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime