Snow at the End of the World
On Saturday it was 80˚F. Last night it snowed. Don't tell me we haven't broke this planet. Maybe this shit is normal somewhere or another, but it's not normal here. We got maybe a quarter of an inch here, starting about midnight, but it made the trees pretty. I heard that up in Huntsville they got about 5 inches. Our low last night was a little below freezing, but when you factor in windchill, we were down around 21˚F at one point.
I was up at 6 a.m. this morning and wrote another 1,373 words on the new story, still untitled. I also spent some time on one of my two papers on plioplatecarpine mosasurs, and I cleaned my office a little. It was, all things considered, a very productive day. And if I owe you email, I'm getting there. Slowly. Like all those melting glaciers that are sending American polar Bears to Russia. Okay, with the polar bears, it's it's more an issue of melting ice packs/floes, and glaciers are gonna have to be abandoned as a symbol of something that moves slowly. Anyway...
It was almost a good, productive day. But about 6 p.m. everything went to shit and went down hard. And I'm not even gonna go there, the whys and and all that crap. It does not matter. Anyway, almost a good day.
Oh, look. More articles on the threat that the rise in fascism and the threat it posses to American democracy. The immediate threat. This this year and next threat. Not some hazy, distant, maybe think:
US Could Be Under Right Wing Dictator By 2030, Canadian Professor Warns (The Guardian)
It's Only Gotten Worse: The Long Shadow of the Night That Broke the House (Politico)
~ and ~
Republicans, COVID, and the Spread of "Militant Ignorance." (The Hill)
Biden has bought is a tiny amount of time, and the Democrats are frantically squandering it. Whatever the fuck the Biden Administration fears, their inaction is sealing our doom.
You really think it can't happen here?
I think those are all the happy thoughts we can handle for one day, so...in the tradition of the trauma-dodging internet, here, below, is Selwyn, oblivious to the brewing storm. Blissful ignorance.
Later,
Aunt Beast
5:03 p.m.
I was up at 6 a.m. this morning and wrote another 1,373 words on the new story, still untitled. I also spent some time on one of my two papers on plioplatecarpine mosasurs, and I cleaned my office a little. It was, all things considered, a very productive day. And if I owe you email, I'm getting there. Slowly. Like all those melting glaciers that are sending American polar Bears to Russia. Okay, with the polar bears, it's it's more an issue of melting ice packs/floes, and glaciers are gonna have to be abandoned as a symbol of something that moves slowly. Anyway...
It was almost a good, productive day. But about 6 p.m. everything went to shit and went down hard. And I'm not even gonna go there, the whys and and all that crap. It does not matter. Anyway, almost a good day.
Oh, look. More articles on the threat that the rise in fascism and the threat it posses to American democracy. The immediate threat. This this year and next threat. Not some hazy, distant, maybe think:
US Could Be Under Right Wing Dictator By 2030, Canadian Professor Warns (The Guardian)
It's Only Gotten Worse: The Long Shadow of the Night That Broke the House (Politico)
~ and ~
Republicans, COVID, and the Spread of "Militant Ignorance." (The Hill)
Biden has bought is a tiny amount of time, and the Democrats are frantically squandering it. Whatever the fuck the Biden Administration fears, their inaction is sealing our doom.
You really think it can't happen here?
I think those are all the happy thoughts we can handle for one day, so...in the tradition of the trauma-dodging internet, here, below, is Selwyn, oblivious to the brewing storm. Blissful ignorance.
Later,
Aunt Beast
5:03 p.m.