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reasonsforhope · 6 months

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Legit though, we should start turning ecosystem restoration and work to make our world more tolerant to the effects of climate change into annual holidays and festivals

Like how just about every culture used to have festivals to celebrate the beginning of the harvest or its end, or the beginning of planting, or how whole communities used to host barn raisings and quilting bees - everyone coming together at once to turn the work of months or years into the work of a few days

Humble suggestions for festival types:

Goat festival

Besides controlled burns (which you can't do if there's too much dead brush), the fastest, most effective, and most cost-efficient way to clear brush before fire season - esp really heavy dead brush - is to just. Put a bunch of goats on your land for a few days!

Remember that Shark Tank competitor who wanted to start a goat rental company, and everyone was like wtf? There was even a whole John Oliver bit making fun of the idea? Well THAT JUST PROVES THEY'RE FROM NICE WET PLACES, because goat rental companies are totally a thing, and they're great.

So like. Why don't we have a weekend where everyone with goats just takes those goats to the nearest land that needs a ton of clearing? Public officials could put up maps of where on public lands grazing is needed, and where it definitely shouldn't happen. Farmers and people/groups with a lot of acres that need clearing can post Goat Requests.

Little kids can make goat-themed crafts and give the goats lots of pets or treats at the end of the day for doing such a good job. Volunteers can help wrangle things so goats don't get where they're not supposed to (and everyone fences off land nowadays anyway, mostly). And the goats, of course, would be in fucking banquet paradise.

Planting Festival and Harvest Festival

Why mess with success??? Bring these back where they've disappeared!!! Time to swarm the community gardens and help everyone near you with a farm make sure that all of their seeds are sown and none of the food goes to waste in the fields, decaying and unpicked.

And then set up distribution parts of the festival so all the extra food gets where it needs to be! Boxes of free lemons in front of your house because you have 80 goddamned lemons are great, but you know what else would be great? An organized effort to take that shit to food pantries (which SUPER rarely get fresh produce, because they can't hold anything perishable for long at all) and community/farmer's markets

Rain Capture Festival

The "water year" - how we track annual rainfall and precipitation - is offset from the regular calendar year because, like, that's just when water cycles through the ecosystems (e.g. meltwater). At least in the US, the water year is October 1st through September 30th of the next year, because October 1st is around when all the snowmelt from last year is gone, and a new cycle is starting as rain begins to fall again in earnest.

So why don't we all have a big barn raising equivalent every September to build rain capture infrastructure?

Team up with some neighbors to turn one of those little grass strips on the sidewalk into a rain-garden with fall-planting plants. Go down to your local church and help them install some gutters and rain barrels. Help deculvert rivers so they run through the dirt again, and make sure all the storm drains in your neighborhood are nice and clear.

Even better, all of this - ESPECIALLY the rain gardens - will also help a ton with flood control!

I'm so serious about how cool this could be, yall.

And people who can't or don't want to do physical stuff for any of these festivals could volunteer to watch children or cook food for the festival or whatever else might need to be done!

Parties afterward to celebrate all the good work done! Community building and direct local improvements to help protect ourselves from climate change!

The possibilities are literally endless, so not to sound like an influencer or some shit, but please DO comment or reply or put it in the notes if you have thoughts, esp on other things we could hold festivals like this for.

Canning festivals. "Dig your elderly neighbors out of the snow" festivals. Endangered species nesting count festival. Plant fruit trees on public land and parks festival. All of the things that I don't know anywhere near enough to think of. Especially in more niche or extreme ecosystems, there are so many possibilities that could do a lot of good

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cjoat-boost · 6 months

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Morale booster; and brain ponder…

Porous Pavements made from Washington State?

#good news #morale boost #positivity #flood prevention #Sam Bentley #uplifting #future

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rjzimmerman · 2 years

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Excerpt from this story from Grist:

With vast portions of eastern Kentucky still reeling from the July flooding that ruined thousands of buildings, displaced hundreds and killed 39 people, elected officials are focusing on disaster response. The same is true right across the border in West Virginia, where catastrophic flooding has become a regular occurrence for people in communities from McDowell to Kanawha.

But for years, officials have ignored their own, completed plans for how to prevent these kinds of disasters from happening in the first place. West Virginia has had a comprehensive flood mitigation plan on the books since 2004, though officials have taken little concrete action to implement it. And in Kentucky, extensive regional plans spell out how communities could decrease the potential for flood damage.

In these cases, planning and taking action haven’t gone hand-in-hand.

West Virginia is very familiar with the type of planning required to protect residents from the worst impacts of floods. In 2004, a 20-agency task force produced a 365-page Statewide Flood Protection Plan, the result of generous federal and state contributions and four years of work. The plan was loaded with actionable suggestions on floodplain and wastewater management, ordinance enforcement, better flood warning systems, improved building codes, and a tougher approach to resource extraction. Yet it was never implemented by any of the state agencies that would have had jurisdiction over parts of the plan.

Across the border in Kentucky, state officials also haven’t made much progress on mitigation, but for an entirely different reason. Kentucky delegates disaster mitigation planning to municipalities, which in theory allows communities to tailor their plans to their specific needs. In practice, most municipalities in turn delegate disaster planning to regional Area Development Districts.

While West Virginia continues to study what it already studied on mitigation, some best practice insights in Kentucky don’t get through to decision-makers at all.

Bill Haneberg, state geologist and director of the Kentucky Geological Survey, said the state is lacking any kind of coordinated effort.

#West Virginia #Kentucky #flooding #climate adaptation #flood prevention

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hsmagazine254 · 7 months

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Are You Ready for El Niño Rains?

Bracing Yourself For The El Niño Rains El Niño weather patterns can bring heavy rains and potential flooding to various regions. It’s essential to be proactive in preparing your home for these conditions to minimize damage and ensure the safety of your family. In this article, we’ll provide a comprehensive guide on how to prepare your home for El Niño rains. Understanding El Niño Rains 1. Weather…

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#El Niño rains #emergency preparedness #flood damage #flood insurance #flood prevention #gutter cleaning #home preparation #post-rain inspection #roof maintenance #weather forecasting

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divine-nonchalance · 10 months

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#permaculture #water #waterharvesting #water harvesting #flood prevention #how to prevent floods #how to prevent draughts #how to handle climate change #organic farming #organic gardening #how to make desert fertile #how to create soil fertility #Youtube

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alpaca-dave · 1 year

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Winnipeg Floodway working hard, doing its thing. (April 27, 2023)

#flood prevention #Duff’s Ditch

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stroudtimes · 2 years

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Town set for road closures during flood prevention work

Flood relief and road safety improvements will see a number of road closures in Nailsworth over the coming months. Gloucestershire County Council is implementing a range of flood prevention measures, starting in September, following flooding in the town in 2020 which caused 36 businesses and eight properties to flood. New drains will be installed and a cattle grid will be converted so it can…

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#Flood prevention #Nailsworth #road closures #Road Safety

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adriles · 8 months

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tried to oppose the godlike powers of a turbulent river and got myself concussed. got dragged down stream & kept getting my ass obliterated by the current and the small stones along the river bed

#book 21 #scamander #xanthos #im sorry yall he did not beat that river god bless #hepheastus blasted the river with fire #to prevent achilles from dying in a way that was so unbelievably stupid #all while his ass was running away from apparent flooding #got his ass kicked stupidly #greatest hits

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innerchorus · 2 months

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You know you're deeply infected with the Wolfsnake brainrot when you catch yourself thinking 'what if they kissed in the Dark Temple 😇🤤💀'

#wolfsnake au #isfan #gurgin #okay realistically maybe they won't kiss down there #they are definitely at the 'enemies' stage #but i very much want to plop Isfan in a scene he didn't feature in during novel canon #to have them encounter each other down there #(also imagining the wet mage scene I crave so much)#(because when Gurgin floods the temple it's to prevent Isfan getting killed)#(and Isfan's going to repay the favour by letting him escape)

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onebizarrekai · 22 days

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there's an entire temple dedicated to the maintenance of the seasons in holodrum and protecting the rod of seasons and its four spirits. meanwhile nayru is just keeping the harp of ages in her basement

#legend of zelda #random stuff #oracle of seasons #oracle of ages #I'm replaying the oracle games right now #humans could make a temple dedicated to the easily understood cycle of seasons (which are kind of supernatural in this game)#time is only understood by the hippie singer who lives in the woods and is important enough to have a triforce barrier protecting her home #dude. oracle of ages is so much more grim than seasons #people in ages are like 'my husband left to go work on the evil tower. I'm never going to see him again'#a city got destroyed by an eruption in ages and you need to go back in time to save it #some kid got turned to stone and his grandma won't leave his side #meanwhile in seasons sure a city got flooded because of icecaps melting but everyone is ok. nobody needed to evacuate #there is silly music playing in the bg. and a legendary diver guy who lives there #despite the little girl with no parents to speak of stranded at the entrance eternally blowing bubbles because she can't swim #and the fact that there's a monster fortress right outside town preventing anyone from evacuating #I mean. despite the flooding the game makes it seem like the city was always 90% water

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bittersweetresilience · 1 month

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anyway right after i made that last post félix hijacked my brain again out of offense. would it be insane if i did a frame by frame commentary on émotion and représentation

#how about a line by line commentary on my amvs #or fanfiction #or webweaves #I CAN DO ALL OF THESE THINGS #the only thing preventing me from flooding the dashboard with explosions at all times #is executive dysfunction. when i'm finished with that. watch out you guys.#🌃

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blackjackkent · 1 month

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In the end it's not hard to spot the devil Wyll is chasing. She kind of stands out.

The woman is crouched in a ball of flame covering her from head to foot. A deep, brutal moan of agony is audible where Rakha stands almost twenty feet away - just as clear as the heat radiating off her.

The flames aren't magic - not in the sense that Rakha has come to know the term thus far. They're coming from within the woman's body, and though they seem to be causing no small amount of pain, her flesh shows no sign of burn or blood.

Must be devil magic, then. Wyll said she was of Avernus...

Wyll is already moving, closing the distance between himself and the crouching woman, one hand going to the rapier on his back. "One horn," he snarls. It's very unlike his usual pleasant, slightly wry tone; Rakha is struck abruptly with the thought that this is what she must look like when the beast takes over. "The stink of Avernus. Advocatus diaboli."

The woman's head lifts with a sharp jerk. Rakha braces herself for battle, remembering the image in Wyll's head of Karlach covered in blood, a greataxe in one hand - but nothing happens. Instead, the woman just straightens, staggers back a step, and an incongruous expression of exhaustion and grief takes hold of her features.

"Well, I'll be godsdamned," she mutters ruefully. "The Blade of Frontiers. Thought I'd shaken you for good. That'll teach me to underestimate you."

In truth, Rakha had sort of been looking forward to this - a death that needed to happen even by Wyll's reckoning, and thus one into which she could metaphorically (or perhaps literally) sink her teeth into. Something that might sate the blood-hunger in her head longer than usual. Attack with purpose, and savor your kills, as Lae'zel advised.

But the devil is not striking first, or even seeming to want to fight back. Irritation spikes through Rakha's skull. Do not deny me this now.

"Tell me, monster," she growls coldly. "What's it like to know you're about to die?" On some level it is a taunt to rouse the moment to violence. On another, it is a serious question to feed the hunger in her mind.

The woman's head snaps back and her lips curl in a tight, harsh smile. "Touch me," she says, equally cold, "and you'll regret it."

And there it is, the pristine glorious edge of violence--

WHAM.

The impact of the tadpole connection is rougher than usual this time, and it sears and burns like a hot coal against her temple. She cries out, staggers back a step.

Narrator: A great heat roars through you - her heat, fiery as the hells. Then you're lost in visions of demonic armies as you tear through a landscape of fire and blood. The Blood War. You saw it from above as the nautiloid passed through Avernus. This woman was on the front line.

Rakha's heart is racing, her breath coming in quick sharp staggers. The imagery Wyll showed her was powerful enough, but this-- this was a sea of gore, an ocean of death. She barely has enough wherewithal to acknowledge the implications here, that Karlach has a tadpole, that she is another of those seeking the same answers as Rakha. The beast in her head roars eagerly, ravenous, demanding more, demanding to gorge itself on the vision.

"What was that?" she hears Karlach shout, fearful.

And Wyll, cold, implacable: "Evidence. Proof that you're a devil, a gladiator in the archdevil Zariel's army."

"I can explain!" Karlach protests frantically as Wyll's blade draws towards her throat. "But it's a whole situation. If you'd just hear me out--"

WHAM.

The impact this time is strong enough to knock all of them to their knees. Rakha hears a sharp githyanki curse from Lae'zel, and Wyll, next to her, begins to shake his head as if staving off some inner attack.

Narrator: Another vision. Karlach's blade raised, slicing through devils - Zariel's servants - as her eyes dart around, seeking escape. Her rage and desperation seep into you. She is a victim of the Blood War, not an agent of it.

Rakha shudders as the images continue to pour through her; it overwhelms the need for blood in her mind as killing this single soul never could. The beast feeds, and feeds, and feeds... and slowly quiets, settling into a sated calm, rumbling with satisfaction.

Her mind clears, her eyes open. She looks up to see Wyll looking baffled, lost... and utterly terrified.

"She's trying to trick us," he rasps out. "Don't believe her lies."

Karlach looks equally shaken; her hands are up in a defensive posture but she looks more ready to flee than fight. "You saw the truth," she says unsteadily. "I never wanted to serve Zariel. I was enlisted in her army against my will. Forced to fight." Her shoulders hunch slightly, as if with shame. "And fight I did," she admits. A slight pause. "When I saw an opportunity to get away, I took it. I'm finally home-- or near it, anyway."

There's a strange touch of joy under the fear there, just for a moment.

Rakha struggles for breath, for clarity. Wyll was wrong, that much is certain. This is no destructive mastermind; she's not sure it's even a devil. She's never met a devil, so she can't be positive, but the woman seems more like the tieflings of the grove, except for the strange flame curling around her and the pulsing light within her chest.

And she was on the nautiloid. She has a tadpole.

It has been enough to keep Rakha from killing Shadowheart, Gale, Wyll himself. Everyone else is fair game enough, should they stand in her way, but it is few enough who seem to have had the same experience that she did, of being marked for death within that terrible ship. Better to keep this woman alive, to use her in their search for answers.

Wyll, it seems, is not quite thinking along the same lines - or is desperately trying not to. "You served her," he snarls. "That's enough to damn you."

Rakha grunts, knocks her fist against Wyll's sword hand irritably. "Be practical," she mutters. "She's infected. Same as us. And powerful, too. We can use her as an ally."

Narrator: [PERCEPTION] Wyll catches his breath and his lips straighten. Sheer dread twists his face.

"You don't know what you're saying," he says, and there's a strange desperation in his words. "You're asking me to trust a devil."

Her irritation sparks again, though it catches less momentum with the beast currently so sated. "Gods, you're stubborn," she snaps. "Karlach's not a devil." She peers at him. There's that same evasion in his eyes, the hint of misdirection. "And you know it," she adds coldly. What aren't you telling me?

Karlach has been watching this argument unfold in silence, the defensive tension slowly sagging out of her shoulders. She doesn't look angry at being threatened; she just looks sad, and perhaps more for Wyll than for herself, for reasons Rakha can't quite parse.

"Listen to sense now," the tiefling finally puts in, surprisingly quietly. "I don't want this to end badly for either of us." She angles herself a little closer to Wyll. "You know monsters, right? Better than anyone. Look into my eyes. Can't you see I'm not what you think?"

It's such a frank, open entreaty that all of them are struck to silence for a moment. Rakha finds herself eyeing the woman with a new curiosity, and not just because of the mountain of other images of death that probably lurk uncovered in her head.

But she's even more curious about what's going through Wyll's mind. The man looks as if he's been sucker-punched in the gut.

"Shit," he mutters. "You really are no devil, are you? I've... I've been deceived..." Both the anger and sardonic good nature are gone from his tone. There is only a cold flatness. Despair.

Did he want so badly to kill this woman, just as Rakha did? Does he feel the same call for blood? No. It's something different, something deeper that Rakha doesn't understand.

Karlach slumps with visible relief, and she grins crookedly. "Thank the gods," she says, in a somewhat more jocular tone. "Thought I was going to have to take your head."

Astonishingly, in spite of that flat despair, Wyll still smiles in return. "You would've died in the attempt," he says, deliberately mild. "But there have been enough threats today."

"Truce then, hey?" Karlach says cautiously.

"Aye," Wyll agrees. "Truce."

Which, Rakha reflects, leaves pretty much every single thing about this whole situation completely unanswered. But the woman will be a new ally. There's something in that. Her head is clear enough, for now, to see the value in it.

The tiefling turns to look at Rakha and grins widely; with the immediate threat gone, her energy rises immediately. "I'm Karlach," she says. She sticks out a hand towards Rakha's midsection the same way Gale did. "But you already knew that. And you are...?"

Rakha gives her a mildly puzzled look, ignores the hand, but answers curtly, "I'm Rakha."

"Well met, soldier!" she says cheerfully, letting her hand fall back to her side when Rakha doesn't take it. "Nice to meet a friendly around here. It's been tough going so far. I may not be a devil, but I can put the Blade's reputation to work. How would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?"

The beast stirs sleepily. Rakha's eyebrows lift and her pupils dilate slightly.

Karlach is still talking, evidently not recognizing that she's already said the key word. "A little background, if your moral compass needs something to point at-- you already know I fought in the Blood War. I was good. *Really* good. Turns out I've got a knack for killing demons. That made me a valuable asset. Zariel, the archdevil herself, made me as her personal attack dog. I played along until I could get the fuck out of there, but devils don't like to lose their assets. Zariel liked it so little, she sent a bunch of goons, so-called 'Paladins of Tyr', to take me back. Problem is, I'm not going."

Rakha stopped listening about two sentences in and has merely been waiting to get a word in edgewise; the woman talks nearly as much as Gale. She does not care about this Zariel, or Karlach's history; none of it seems much likely to be relevant to her own problems.

But Karlach wants someone dead. And dead she can do.

"So you want me to kill the people hunting you?" she asks matter-of-factly.

If Karlach is surprised by the alacrity of her response, she doesn't show it, just grins. "Don't worry. I'll lead the charge," she says casually. "But I could use your help. There's a lot of them and only one of me. After that, we can team up. Take Faerun by the short hairs. Sound good?"

Rakha blinks vaguely at the unfamiliar idiom, but she can get the gist. She helps Karlach kill, and in return, Karlach helps them find the answers Rakha needs. She sees no downside.

"Let's do it," she agrees.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #hooray we successfully avoided murdering karlach \o/#ways to prevent rakha from kill mode discovered so far:#1) confuse the shit out of her #2) flood her with gory mental imagery #3) pet pupper #also the tug-of-war going on in my head between Hector seeing Karlach and going 'KISS?' and Rakha seeing Karlach and going 'KILL?'#was sure something :P #the struggle to not see karlach and automatically want to romance her is REAL #even rakha wants to like her in a weird way #although for less pleasant reasons than hector did :P #'nother long one lol

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