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heavenlyyshecomes · 4 months
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a free-to-download chapter to Solnit's not too late anthology discussing practical steps to address climate change!
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 10 months
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John Darków, Columbia Missourian :: [h/t Robert Scott Horton]
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This is important and encouraging and contrary to a lot of popular beliefs. We control the thermostat, at present, writes climate scientist Zeke Hausfather:
Media reports frequently claim that the world is facing “committed warming” in the future as a result of past emissions, meaning higher temperatures are “locked in”, “in the pipeline” or “inevitable”, regardless of the choices society takes today.
The best available evidence shows that, on the contrary, warming is likely to more or less stop once carbon dioxide (CO2) emissions reach zero, meaning humans have the power to choose their climate future. https://www.carbonbrief.org/explainer-will-global.../
[Not Too Late]
[Rebecca Solnit]
[Carbon Brief]
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To hope is to accept despair as an emotion but not as an analysis. To recognize that what is unlikely is possible, just as what is likely is not inevitable. To understand that difficult is not the same as impossible.
Not Too Late by Rebecca Solnit
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solarpunkmagazine · 2 years
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https://www.nottoolateclimate.com
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“#NOTTOOLATE is a project to invite newcomers to the climate movement, as well as provide climate facts and encouragement for people who are already engaged but weary. We believe that the truths about the science, the justice-centered solutions, the growing strength of the climate movement and its achievements can help. They can assuage the sorrow and despair, and they can help people see why it’s worth doing the work the climate crisis demands of us.”
Here is a link to this project’s FAQ.
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serenityquest · 10 months
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luxja · 1 year
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luvx01 · 6 months
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Not you saying you weren’t ghosting us again but did just that
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allycat75 · 7 months
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atompowers · 10 months
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New Climate Poem
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eriquin · 8 months
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Hi! hope I'm not too late for your WIP Wednesday! I wanna see Nightswimming working doc!!! :D -FarahsAmboolents
“Uh. Hi?” He waved awkwardly. “Am I late? I thought I was going to be late.” 
“Nah,” Jeff said. “We don’t start for another half hour, at least.”
“Yeah, Gareth has band practice and Grant is finishing up a paper in the library and I have no idea where Eddie went,” Janine added. “Probably looking for you.” She gestured at the seat across the table from her and Steve sat down.
(make me write)
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cult-of-dollbabies · 2 years
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So proud
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Drew Sheneman, Newark Star-Ledger
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Bill McKibben writes: 
A planet at 420 parts per million co2 is a different planet than one at 275 parts per million. If Captain Kirk was landing on it, the first thing his tricorder would register is the composition of the atmosphere; when you’re talking planets, it’s a pretty basic data point. 
So we don’t really know what surprises are in store—though that news that the Antarctic current was starting to slow like a hose with a crimp is fair warning.
I don’t say all this in the service of despair, but of preparation. We need to be psychologically prepared for the fact that, for all we’ve tried to do together, this crisis is about to worsen. Forewarned is, to some small extent, forearmed. I suppose some might need to prepare themselves individually too, though that’s not my focus (Alex Steffen, the futurist, has begun offering courses on ‘ruggedization,’ which links personal preparation to community resilience, and defintiely beats buying out-of-date MREs from your favorite rightwing podcaster).
But we really need to be prepared politically. Each of these surges in warming unleashed by the next El Nino comes with new political possibilities, as people see and feel more clearly our peril. At the moment, our climate politics, like our climate itself, is a little stalled. The surge of change that came from Greta’s school strikes, the Paris accords, the Green New Deal has waned; we’re in a new stalemate where the oil industry has learned to rely on delay instead of denial. It often takes them a few years, but eventually they get good at working the politics—for the moment, for instance, they’ve got their captive state treasurers locking banks and asset managers in place with the charged that worrying about the fiscal implications of the climate crisis represents ‘woke capitalism.’
As the next round of savage heatwaves proceeds, it will come with new pressure for action from our governments and corporations. We need to be able to channel that pressure effectively, with key goals in mind: the absolute end to new fossil fuel development and exploration, the quick weaning from existing supplies of coal and gas and oil and with it the equally rapid buildout of cleaner sources of energy, the unwavering support for the places and people hardest hit. 
There will be all sorts of emotions; I hope that the anger people will rightly feel is channeled toward the corporate and legal destruction of the companies that have lied for three decades and still represent the largest barrier to change.It’s just the right moment for Not Too Late, a new anthology compiled by two old friends who are also among the most stalwart leaders of the climate fight. 
Rebecca Solnit and Thelma Young-Latunatabua have managed something important: an alternative to doomism that isn’t sentimental or treacly, but absolutely serious. “Hope is not the guarantee that things will be okay,” 
Young-Lutunatabua says. “It’s the recognition that there’s spaciousness for action, that the future is uncertain, and in that uncertainty, we have space to step into and make the future we want.” I agree with that—with the caveat that the spaciousness doesn’t last forever. I have the strong instinct that this El Nino may be the last of these moments that the earth offers us in a time frame still relevant to making coherent and savvy civilization-scale change. We dare not misuse it.  
[Bill McKibbon]
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Have we acted as if there were possibilities other than destruction? Have we taken steps to show that our liberation is tied to that of others?
Not Too Late by Thelma Young Lutunatabua
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milsp35 · 10 months
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Love you kali 🍰💌
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resonanteye · 1 year
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Happy world poetry day!
(I know this isn't really a poem but I did this for an assignment an I got a good grade on it so I'd like to think it's a poem, and a good one at that)
~Tuesday, April 15th, 2012~
Many emotions were felt that day,
none of the good, to be honest.
Anger, fear, sadness, it felt like they were all stabbing at my heart.
I wanted them to go away,
but they grew, the more I stared at my burning house. Hot tears left my eyes, whilst I ignore the paramedic as if he were a ghost in my ear.
It was currently 2:37 in the morning,
I was shaken awake by my mother only half an hour ago.
Someone had broken into our house, and my mother had gotten my brother and me. We went to try and wake up my father
but to zero avail.
My mother told my brother and me to run and try and escape.
When we got down the stairs, I was terrified to see that half of our living room was already up in flames.
We go back to get our parents, we see our mother by the bed-
sobbing.
Through her sobs, she says that my father isn't waking up
We tell her about the living room and she takes us back down The stairs to get out.
Everything after that is a blur of smoke and red.
The next thing I remember,
I was outside my house as now it was encased in flames
I was in the arms of a fireman, walking me toward an ambulance.
And found out-
I was the only one to survive the fire, my father had died in his sleep, and I still don't know why.
My mother and brother had gotten trapped in the flames after they had gotten me out.
Of all the days, why did it have to be my birthday?
After that day, my life took a drastic left turn.
I've been placed in the foster care system.
I'm now living with a loving couple who have been taking care of my needs and wants.
They set me up with a counselor, who recommended that I write my thoughts and feeling in a notebook.
So that's what I'm doing.
Whenever I'm feeling a strong emotion, I write it in here. whenever I have something on my mind, I write it in here, At least, that's what I'm going to be doing.
Well, that's it for my first entry. I think I'm gonna like where this is going.
-Kailey Cypres
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