We’re famous for our water here on Earth. We’re probably the envy of the solar system. And we consider ourselves blessed and lucky to be on a planet with a bunch of water on it. As though we just showed up according to plan and it could have gone either way.
We do have a lot of water. Supposedly we got all or most of it by having asteroids and comets slam into us. And it must have taken a hell of a lot of them, because most of the earth is covered in water that’s over my head. I’m not tall, but still. What with one thing and another, most of it is salty. We can’t drink it, for long, anyway. We just use it to store our seafood in, and our plastic. We can’t drink it because we’d have to flush the salt out of our systems using more water than we can possibly take in. There are critters that do a better job. Seabirds, for instance, take in plenty of salt water incidentally and then they sneeze out the salt. And koalas get by only on the water they get from eucalyptus leaves. They conserve energy by sleeping most of the time, and unlike some people I know or (in some cases) am, they’re careful not to drool while they’re doing it.
But we humans are pretty much up the creek, as it were, without fresh water. If we don’t have fresh water to drink, we dry up until we’re flat and our sides are stuck together, or we would, if we didn’t have seizures and die first. And there isn’t that much fresh water. Only 2.7% of the water on Earth is fresh, and the vast majority of that tidbit is in glaciers, and those are busy going away. Less than one percent is in the soil or underground, and less than a hundredth of one percent is in lakes and rivers.
Good news, though. They’ve just figured out that there is a whole bunch more water deep inside the earth, over 250 miles in, maybe as much as all the oceans hold together. It’s not navigable, or anything. It’s sludged up in the minerals. They figured it out because of a diamond someone found that had water in it. Diamonds are formed under pressure and they are literally blasted out of the earth’s crust through skinny diamond volcanoes called kimberlite pipes. Most of the good diamonds were formed shallower, say, 150 km down. This one had been through the wringer. It was all banged up from traveling so far. And it had this little occlusion of minerals in it that contained water, rendering the diamond itself nearly worthless to gem dealers, and priceless to geologists. They reason that wherever the ocean floor dives below the continents it shlorps water along with it.
Nobody’s drilling for that deep water anytime soon. We’ve got all we can manage to drill into the really shallow aquifers for fossil water, such as in the Oglalla Aquifer in Texas, which is nearly drained by now, way past replenishing. We didn’t so much use that water for drinking, either, even though we really, really need it. We raised wheat and hamburger and lawns and other stuff. There’s so much you can do with water. You, personally, need to take in about a gallon of water a day, but you can make your poop go away with twenty. You can make a pint of beer with 42. 304 gallons of water will score you a packet of M&Ms.
You can take million of gallons of fresh water and use it to crack open rocks around oil wells and get those last drops of oil and gas out. Most of that oil you’re going to burn right up, but even better, you can use some of it to manufacture plastic bottles in which you can put fresh water that is essentially free, add marketing, and turn it into a commodity that for some reason people will buy even though it costs 10,000 times as much as it does coming out of the tap. And then we still have that whole ocean to store the empty bottles in.
I don’t know, though. You get a planet that shoots diamonds into the sky, you’d think we’d take better care of it.
If I were a young person, I would already be thinking of an exit strategy when things get too ugly for me to deal with. Fortunately, I am old. I have maybe 15 years left, tops. I’m okay with that. Longevity is for suckers. Although I do have exit strategies just in case I underestimate how long it will take things to go tits-up.
1) antique cars in a fairly air-tight garage. Check.
2) several very sharp box cutters (I get a LOT of stuff online anymore) and a bathtub. I HATE baths, btw, and MUCH prefer showers. Baths bore me. But, probably with box cutters, I certainly wouldn’t be bored! Check.
3) A nearby railway system with Acela trains and a place to park. Plus, since I live nearby, I can hear them every morning while I am in the throes of insomnia. Check.
Not that I think about all this very much! Perish the thought! Although… when I have my bouts of insomnia… this kind of shit kicks in.
Not me–I just get nocturnal cancer, that resolves by morning.
“You get a planet that shoots diamonds into the sky, you’d think we’d take better care of it.” Especially diamonds with water in them.
This is as good a time as any to remind you all that the way to my heart is a blob of amber with a flatulent termite inside it.
Well, you know what Donald Trump Jong plans to do after he’s made ruler; drill, drill, drill. Maybe he’s smarter than we gave him credit for and okay, someone shoot me now, please. 😵
Maybe someone shoot someone else…
Wait, who are those people in my front yard?
Oooo! Thanks for the idea! Exit strategy 4) Get the far right pissed off enough to shoot you, but not pissed off enough to do a “Braveheart” ending to you. It’s a fine line, and if you haven’t seen the movie… don’t. It’s not for the faint of heart. I’m thinkin’ more of a “suicide by cop” thing… except who knows… with the dick-tatership, we may not even have cops. This may be the best we can do with what we have.
My goodness!! Yes, I’d prefer a bullet to the rack but I’d happily settle for seeing dummkopf Trump go to prison WHERE HE BELONGS. Maybe someone can spray paint his steel commode with gold paint. Okay, back to the water & diamonds :^)
Yeah, I fear him being in the White House. He belongs in the “Big House.”
Yep, it’s nice to have the don’t-see-it option, but even 700+ years worth of generations later we remember the whole thing because it’s the family history. Minus the princess thing, nobody’s sure on that one. Thank goodness his brother got to procreate, though!
Oh! Braveheart! I was totally baffled by this comment at first. I’m not that sharp.
Down here in our hot dry country we try to not waste water, our toilet bowls aren’t full of it for sure and many of us don’t flush every single wee.
I personally don’t rinse off my dishes after washing them, instead just drying them immediately so they don’t have water spots after air drying. I don’t know anyone who does loads of washing (laundry) every day unless there are babies in the house. Plenty of us have dried out brown grass most of the summer instead of lush green lawns.
We’re doing our bit.
California is similarly full of people with good habits. We’re going to need more than that though. Salut!
Murr,
Thanks a lot… now I have to Google this deep under ground reservoir thing!
You’ll get into doom scrolling in no time…
Silver Falls?
Nope! Let’s see: Wahclella, Siouxon Creek, and Falls Creek Falls, in order.
Bottled water is useful for emergency situations, if it is in recyclable containers. Industries use scads and scads of water for the ‘things’ we believe we need: clothing, medication, food, ect. This mess we have found ourselves in is complicated and we may have run out of time, but I am hopeful that ALL of US will do what we can while others, more intelligent than I am, may find a way to bring those with their heads in the sand to the surface before……Thank you for your very important post!!
…to the choir, as they say. Feel free to share.
“This is as good a time as any to remind you all that the way to my heart is a blob of amber with a flatulent termite inside it.” Hah! Me, too. I thought this post was great- informative, nice illustrations, thought-provoking and humorous.. And then it all went to hell with exit strategies and what have you. I mean, I certainly understood the urgent message along with the irony but it was a good read. I’m encouraged by communities like River’s and I always try to have some hope, mostly coming from the works of youth. Especially, at the first of the year before February and politics, etc. Happy New Year, Murr!