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. . . . . entries for 30.6.12 . . . . . A quite large percentage of NoVA is without power today, and I am moving! OH BOY. . . . . . entries for 28.6.12 . . . . . Blog, my birthday is coming up, and I understand that sometimes people still want lists for these occasions. Here are thoughts on what I want:
. . . . . entries for 20.6.12 . . . . . Once, years ago now, I told a prospective boss that "it's not all about climate change" in a phone interview. I was taking a course on social-ecological systems in African drylands at the time, and it was prodding me along Paradigm Shift Road: the world was more complicated than the parts per million of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, so much more complex, and so much worthier and more interesting and real for being that way. And the problems were local, and were best understood in their local context. It was what I liked most about the work his organization did internationally: involved in the livelihoods of the human beings on the ground, not trying to save resources from their grasp but trying to help people mesh with the wild so that the entire system could thrive. My prospective boss told me, incredulously, that I was wrong. Of course it's all about climate change, everything is connected to it, if you lose that fight, you lose all fights. Rio is not about climate change - it's about sustainable development. It's about water and agriculture and industrialization and poverty and everything else. But then, it is about climate change, isn't it? Isn't that the only environmental issue the entire world talks about? I think we're going about this all wrong. I think we've been trying to scare our fellow privileged Westerners with images of the world on fire, but that's not what we really expect will happen, and Westerners aren't really the ones whose lives will be squeezed and shortened by climate change. We've been chasing a local maximum - "local" being the operative word. Another conversation with a "grown-up" comes to mind: a theater class, my senior year. The professor/playwright trying to tell me gently that they wouldn't mention the impacts on human beings in the developing world in the play. Trying to tell me no one cared, it would complicate things, it would weigh the whole business down with guilt. Jesus Christ, shouldn't we feel guilty? Or are we just not capable of hearing a moral call anymore? . . . . . entries for 6.6.12 . . . . . Hello, blog. It's been a while. Yes, I know I haven't been very good to you lately. I know. I know. I've been trying to resolve to do things lately. I remember I resolved to write creative, brain-juice-pumping things in here quite some time ago, and that clearly didn't pan out. I've resolved to walk, or run, or draw, or write, or sleep more, or drink more water, or eat less junk food, or watch less TV, or consistently do stuff I've been meaning to, or clean my room, or move, or . . . you know. I've resolved. But I haven't been resolved about it. (I have been looking for an apartment, but that shit ain't cheap down here, especially not if I want my own nest to feather, which I do.) I'd like to be resolved about at least some minor things but I can't really decide what the first minor thing should be. One that I like is not buying new clothes until I feel less grossed out about my body, but that seems too vague and unproductive and potentially self-loathing-abetting, so I don't like it. Talk to me, blog. Tell me what I should do. Baby steps, please. come home? |
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{ting} .:past:. April 2002 .:skin:. turtles! turtles! by araglas |