So this week is Bike 2 Work week here in the Old Pueblo. I decided that was as good of time as any to dust off the bike from its winter storage and let it get some use. Of course, it also means I have get to wake up at the butt crack of dawn so that I don’t have to ride home in the dark, but still get a good days work in.

This also means it’s frickin’ freezing when I start riding in the morning. Today it was 45 F (7.2C) when I began the journey. Those observant folks might notice that it didn’t officially get as low as 45 F last night. “Officially” is recorded at the airport. Which only proves I don’t live at the airport. I sure could go for some local warming in the mornings. And for sure I could use some local cooling in the afternoons when I get to ride home in 80 F (26.7 C) heat. By the end of the week, it’s supposed to get to almost 90 F (32.2 C) already. Ick.

In other news, WAG has declared the end of global cooling. Not that there was any global cooling to begin with, but I can’t let it slide that record highs in the United States prove nothing about global temperatures.

I’m now taking bets on when will atmospheric levels of carbon dioxide will first reach 400ppm.

My money is on May December 2014. (Note: I originally was going to only use Mauna Loa data, but then realized that some people live in the Southern Hemisphere, and I shouldn’t arbitrarily exclude them.)

And when I say money, I mean fake money. There’s no illegal gambling allowed at this site.

Register your vote below and get in on the action.

Added: Let’s use only global monthly mean data from here.

I’ve unsubscribed to Revkin. Concluded he is part of the problem. Does anyone else find he’s worth reading?

Dr. Michael E Mann,

I can only hope the readers of this letter are as outraged as I am at Dr. Michael E Mann. First things first: Dr. Mann demands that his papers be discussed in only the most positive light. To ensure that this demand is met, he sends his Praetorian Guard after anyone who fails to show the utmost deference when planting big, wet, sloppy kisses on Dr. Mann’s behind. Every time he tells his minions that his subliminal psywar campaigns can give us deeper insights into the nature of reality, their eyes roll into the backs of their heads as they become mindless receptacles of unsubstantiated information, which they accept without question.
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