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overwhelmed by sarcasm

I was just briefly overwhelmed by sarcasm over on Twitter. Alastair Reynolds (whom I like very, very much) was commenting on stories he’s reading for (I think) a ‘zine, the first 3 of which he’s read have all been grim, dystopic, pessimistic near-future SF, and said, “Hey kids: you can do more than one thing with science fiction, you know?” But by that time the sarcasm had already seized me. I said, “So does this mean the hopeful aspect of my planned climate change trilogy is Right Out?” and it…

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Dear Humans:

Dear Humans: You have screwed up the weather ENOUGH. Please get on the goddamned ball with FIXING IT. No love, Frozen in Ireland In related news, I discovered earlier this week that a childhood friend (of the “we would all (“all” being, like, dozens of family, extended family, and friends) go down to their place for the 4th of July and make homemade ice cream etc” variety of childhood friend) is a climate change research scientist who runs Adaptation International, a program that helps people, communities, organizations, etc, prepare for…

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Snow.

It’s snowing. In Dublin. On the 26th of March. Good thing there’s no such thing as climate change. SPEAKING OF WHICH. Well, not really, but kind of: In one of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, probably THE LONG WINTER, there’s a scene where Laura is bundled up in bed and she describes the level of bundling to be sufficient that only her nose pokes out so she can breathe fresh air. I’ve spent most of my life (not, you know, constantly, but) trying to accomplish that particular bundle. The closest…

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retreat! retreat!

I awakened this morning with the not-unfamiliar conviction that the only smart thing to do would be return to Alaska’s North Road and homestead in preparation for coming social and climate collapse. I assume this is perfectly normal.

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Hope is the creature with wings.

A to-me-fascinating takeaway line on this article on climate change is this: There’s a small but non-trivial chance of advanced civilization breaking down entirely. My climate change trilogy would be meant to be a thing of hope. That said, hope is the creature with wings; it is difficult to catch. The idea of writing another trilogy post that, a farther-future-set story where some things have gone right but a lot has gone desperately wrong is really appealing. Apparently I’m suffering from the urge to reinvent myself a SF writer when…

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