Geoengineering Soaring To New Heights   I come from a pasty
Norwegian breed. In my younger, devil-may-care years, I used to
scoff at wearing sunscreen with the belief that the quickest way
to skin cancer a bronzed bod was roasting myself at the beach
without a drop of SPF in sight.  Not any more. I've read the
reports and even witnessed my dad, who has a similar complexion,
receive skin test results that came back malignant. Now I'm a
liberal sunscreen applier when I go out. Plus, sunscreen makes
you smell like you just came from the beach, and I like that.
It's my new cologne.   PHOTOS: Wind Power Without the Blades  In
some ways, our planet is of a pasty breed and needs adequate
protection from the sun, too. Many scientists say our planet is
getting hotter, compliments of us industrious folks who call
Earth home.  Here in Missouri, the grass is brown and the leaves
on the trees are wilted. The USDA has declared every county in
the state as disaster area because of the drought. Just a random
old hot-and-dry