So, one thing that you learn quickly if you stick your head above the parapet on climate - especially on The Conversation, it seems - is that you’ll attract a few positive comments and at least as many trolls/denialists etc. [Addendum - As a white man I don't get the racism and sexism that the... Continue Reading →
On the Antarctic, morbid symptoms and being court in a trap End of Days #25
It will be hard to remember what it felt like right now. There are two options, as I see it. In the first, we return to “normal” weather patterns etc(how? Why? Is this not human-centric thinking, as if the world were made for us. Of course, lots of people believe it WAS made for us)... Continue Reading →
Belling the brown M&Ms, models and hubris, 17 degrees – End of Days diary #24
An experiment (that may help with the Twitter Threads about this that I am supposed to be doing) I am going to do 350 words or thereabouts about three things per day. At that length I can ramble less and maybe throw in some zingers that translate into Killer Viral Tweets - oh yes. Belling... Continue Reading →
Just Stop Oil, purity politics and the “am I a good person?” question – End of Days day #23
There's lots else I intended to write about today (including the heart-breaking ignorance of the VERY basic facts of climate change among university-educated people - 1.) But instead I am going to riff on why people hate Just Stop Oil so much and what that 'means'. It's inspired by a recent unfortunate interaction on Twitter.... Continue Reading →
Of the BBC, Stewart Lee and Just Stop Oil – End of Days diary #21 and #22
Another double header- are the wheels coming off this “blog about what it feels like to live in the ‘end times’” project, would anyone notice or care? And isn’t it interesting that one of the go-to images (i.e. cliches) that our brains turn to is of a wheeled vehicle, presumably travelling at speed. Did we... Continue Reading →
Of discipline, futility and Three Types of People – End of Days #19 and #20
I took the day off yesterday - not from work but from talking about staring into the abyss. That does not mean that my Twitter feed wasn't full of graphs and memes and articles some of which I took in. It simply means that I didn't have the discipline to put out a thousand words.... Continue Reading →
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