UPDATE: My interlocutor’s ingenuousness has taken a turn for the questionable again, with a sudden return to It-Might-Be-Parody Land: Where in all of the facts out there, does it say that we’ll be fine? Trust me, I WANT to see the facts and information that tells me that we’re fine. nothing is going to change, … Continue reading
What have I become, my Swedish friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. —Johnny Cash and Trent Reznor, ‘Hurt’ You can probably decompress the thesis of this post almost losslessly from a Tweet I twote a month ago, when the current geological epoch was but a few days old. How DARE you … Continue reading
Are you an adolescent? Then this post is about the Power of You. One almost-person can make a difference. And you’re never too young to follow these tips. You don’t need an SAT score to change the climate from an intrinsically-changing entity to a less-changing one for the first time in 4.5bn years. Update … Continue reading
WHICH, like everything else, brings us ineluctably back to climate change. We’d decided early on to raise the baby in our beliefs. Later, if Hunter chose to abandon the science as an informed adult, we’d respect that mistake. We might not love him or her quite as much—can anything really restore the filial bond after … Continue reading
I know, I know, I promised to write you a lengthy epistle days ago. And it’s not as if I’m unaware, or anything like that, of my duty to blog. Rest assured: yes, with such a powerful voice comes a keen knowledge of the debt I owe your children, and your children’s children, to use … Continue reading
I’d Bash That: Geek goddess Naomi Oreskes [pictured] may be the hottest date on the climate scene right now, but mental mediocrity is her number 1 turnoff. Only superuser-level nerds need apply, she told Playdork Australia. Who can afford to wait in line for such a ripe pluck? Here’s your back door pass for unlimited … Continue reading
Hands up if you remember what the universe felt like back in the heady days of Donald Trump’s (first) inauguration, when ordinary Americans allowed themselves to hope—as they do, for a brief but magical interlude, every four years—that This Time Isn’t Going To Suck As Much? The air was moving. Movement was in the air. … Continue reading
