Adapting to Dying
November 4, 2013Clear and cool this early Monday on California’s north coast and the start to a fresh work-week, and a sense of no telling what’s going to happen next. Quote of the weekend — from a…
Clear and cool this early Monday on California’s north coast and the start to a fresh work-week, and a sense of no telling what’s going to happen next. Quote of the weekend — from a…
Early Sunday and falling back on time. Actually, I’m still an hour ahead, but at my leisure sometime this morning will set life right, clock-wise anyway. The laptop, though, is already set in reality. Day…
Another Friday — yippee! Clear this early morning on California’s north coast and in the words of the lady at my bank yesterday: “Tomorrow’s the first of November. What’s up with that?” Yeah, what’s that…
As the entire planet goes to shit in a wire basket, this is a giggle — Thursday afternoon in Georgia, a quick-erupting fire forced eight people, including two children, to scramble for safety, but one of…
Some more bad noises today on the melting Arctic: “And it is really in the past 20 years that the warming signal from that region has been just stunning,” he added. “All of Baffin Island is…
(Illustration: Hokusai’s ‘The Great Wave off Kanagawa‘ found here). Our little blue planet is mostly covered in water, and mostly salt water — 72 percent of the planet’s surface is salt water found in oceans…
Foggy and quiet this early Sunday — California’s north coast right now in the faint light is enveloped in a deep-gray moist of a morning. And not to mention, way-gothic. Fits the mood all-around. I’m…
Thick ground fog this early Friday on California’s north coast, and way-quiet, too — only a faint rumble from the Pacific Ocean just more than a mile away. And we’re on the cusp of another…
Clear skies this Tuesday morning on California’s north coast as we sprint toward a rendezvous with an apparent natural-formed insanity. Sweet Harry Reid last night: “We hope with good fortune and the support of all…
Just got punched in the ass — a bold shove right up my chair. And I knew the feel: Earthquake! After jumping for the door, and feeling no immediate after shocks, I checked my USGS…