Expect gas prices to jump on the West Coast, and global economics aren't at fault this time.

According to the AP, BP Exploration Alaska announced late Sunday it had begun shutting down 400,000 barrels of daily oil production at Prudhoe Bay in Alaska as a result of a corroded Alaskan pipeline owned by BP. This cuts Alaska's total crude oil production in half.

"Alaska usually supplies 800,000 barrels of oil a day to the West Coast refineries, or 30 percent of all the oil processed daily in that region, the Energy Information Agency said in its outlook — which should cause gasoline prices all over the country to rise," the article reports.

BP was already the target of a federal grand jury, the Environmental Protection Agency and congressional investigators for letting its Alaska pipeline crumble, resulting in a spill last March.

According to USAToday.com, "Even before the spill in March dumped 270,000 gallons of oil onto the Alaskan tundra, BP's maintenance of its pipelines had come into question. Company whistle-blowers reportedly raised concerns about how the company dealt with pipe corrosion as early as 2004, eventually leading to an inquiry into possible violations of the federal Clean Water Act by the Environmental Protection Agency's office in Seattle — an investigation that intensified after the March spill."

All that said, how is it that major oil companies are producing record-breaking profits, but no investments are made in maintenance that would have saved this lapse in production?


Seafair is over. That was a warm-up for the real party.

I'm going to Bumbershoot this year. Yes, it's expensive at $25 a day. But I'm throwing down to see Kanye West and opening act Blue Scholars on Sunday Sept. 3. I'm tempted to go on Monday to see Atmosphere and A Tribe Called Quest, too. Who's coming with me? It'll be a lot of food, a lot of music, and a lot of fun.

Side note: Today I was walking down Cornwall Ave. and saw a guy dressed up in a Mr. Peanut suit. There was no clear sign of where he was coming from or where he was going. He waived to me as he walked past. Because this occurred in Bellingham, I'm guessing he was protesting W. and the war in a creative way.

If you're going to masturbate, don't be selfish. Do it for a cause.

Yes, according to a Reuter's story, hundreds are expected to attend a masturbate-a-thon in London today. Sponsored attendees will be jackin' or jillin' off to support HIV/AIDS awareness and prevention. The amount of money raised will be determined by how many minutes you masturbate and/or how many orgasms you achieve.

According to the story, "Participants, who have to be over 18, can bring any aids they need and can take part in four different rooms -- a comfort area, a mixed area, along with men and women only areas... However, the rules on the event's Web site states there can be no touching of other participants nor are people allowed to fake orgasms."

Wow.

Greek Adventure, Part 10: The Party's Over

After another long couple of flights and almost another airport disaster, I finally made it back home. Bring on the jet lag!

The last couple of days in Greece were pretty low-key as Dad was trying to get better before the flight home. I was a little antsy on the flight from Athens to New York. Eleven hours is a long time to be on a plane.

Our connection at JFK was a little sketchy. You might recall from my first "Greek Adventure" posts that I hate JFK Int'l Airport with all of my heart and soul because we missed our flight to Athens, didn't get any compensation and then had to spend the night in the airport -- causing us to lose a 1.5 vacation days.

The problem came when we were waiting for our baggage to pick up so that we could get through US Customs and re-check it in for a domestic flight. The baggage took way too long to get on the conveyer belt, causing a lot of people to miss their connections. We grabbed our bags at what seemed like the last minute and headed to U.S. Customs. Luckily (and a bit concerning), this was a fast process. U.S. Customs at JFK is a joke. The guy at the kiosk just stamped the passports and let us through. I could have snuck a small child past this guy.

After this poor excuse for national security, we once again had to sprint through JFK (like we did three weeks prior) to catch our Seattle flight. Talk about deja vu.

Long story short, I'm back and this concludes the "Greek Adventure" saga on the blog. I'll get back to offering insight and whining about current events soon. I know you all missed that (read: Gramps and Matt). In the meantime, please enjoy the following videos from the vacation and be sure to check out my Greece pictures at Flickr.

The Prassas House...

Nightlife in Heraklion...

The Avdou House...