write a blog about the study i run? i look at Google searching and its connection to cable news coverage (MSNBC/FOX/CNN) on climate change.
Don Lemon: What a B.A.
We drove along the coast in a white van. The ocean looked strange but felt familiar, I couldn’t connect the emotions. I grew up on the west coast, always minutes from the sea. These days I was living in the desert and on trips home like this everything felt foreign.
There was nothing wrong with the ocean, I forced. I turned to my best friend, sitting at my side.
“I can’t wait”.
“Me either.”
I moved again - I was restless - back to the window. Again, I focused on the water. The ground moved too quick. A sail in the distance was bobbing; all of the boats were bobbing. The water looked low, it was pulling away by some means beside the tide. I felt I understood the ocean, its changes well enough to know when something was unique. It came from a deep desire to make sure I witnessed all beauty, as it transforms, splits from normalcy. An impossible task, but an effort of love.
I was now witnessing one of these moments.
The shore began to expand. Wet, virgin sand, before hidden by layers of clear water, was revealed. Uncomfortable, raw, no longer magnified and crystallized - instead, angry. It was exposed to me and I felt safety move farther and farther from us. We were being confronted. A couple of the others had noticed, glanced for awhile and turned back to their conversation. Change went unnoticed. Calm was everything inside our shell.
No. Something had happened, was happening. The waves had halted their repetition; everything grew larger and then held itself frozen in time. Suddenly, half of my world lunged forward. The land was insignificant in its shadow. The wall was upon us before I had a chance to react or signal the others. What would that have mattered anyhow?
Words are mere noise in a battle against natural force.
I grabbed her hand and instantly she saw it too. We pulled closer as our steel box popped, the windows smashed, held strong, covered white, solid, like a wet, blank canvas. Surrounded, everything flipped and spun - weightless. For a few seconds we were safe in our sanctuary of oxygen. I was breathing under water. We had time to grab each other, hold one another as if clinging to the years of our friendship. Everything fell away, all my emotions, my thoughts, regrets - gone. I held onto the moment as if it contained my entire life. It did, like all moments. It passed, trading space with a new instant. In the next, we wouldn’t be able to resist the power of the present, we too would be made clean, blank again. We would be alone. We tried, we held each other, closed our eyes - despite it all - as everything exploded.
a survey once told me i have a controversial personality……………
i’ll make no money and get no attention when i write a book about the themes of man v. nature in Nietzsche’s texts. it will be titled; THE ANTICHRIST WAS AN ENVIRONMENTALIST, SOUPRISED? the big surprise will take place when you open the first couple pages and it turns out to be a cookbook full of soup recipes.
“forest and rock know well how to be silent with you. be like the tree again, the wide branching tree which you love: silently and attentively it hangs over the sea.
where solitude ends, there the marketplace begins; and where the marketplace begins, there begins also the noise of the great actors and the buzzing of poisonous flies.”
- thus spoke zarathustra: on the flies in the marketplace
“I love the forest. It is too bad to live in cities: too many of the lustful live there.
breathtaking
WIKILEAKZ FTW
When you hear that graduate school is insanity, no one is screwing around. This week I had an assignment due on the ecological version of a statistics program that took me 2 semesters to learn at ASU - this time I had 5 days.
In addition, every week I’m reading at least one book, averaging about 6 journal articles, and grading 50 papers. I’m also writing natural science papers for the first time in my life.
FML
I was told by a hottie that “a girl with passion borderlining on obsession is a real turn on.”
score.
best..
“I don’t know anything about light, from where it comes nor where it goes, I only want the light to light up, I do not ask to the night explanations, I wait for it and it envelops me.” - Pablo Neruda
This is a link to an summary of Yale’s “Six America’s” study, the results of which will be a big part of my Master’s Thesis. It’s utterly startling how little the general public seems to understand about the problem that will determine the ease of our children’s lives. The choices we make today have slow environmental effects (lag of 20-50 yrs) so they are easy to ignore; we forget and go on.
This is a cultural website for young optimists. Their biggest stories are organized into infographics for quick absorption and they don’t pick boring shit to talk about. one stop shop for all things awesome.
