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hylianengineer · 3 days
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Hey, happy Earth Day! Who wants to talk about climate change?
Yeah, okay, fair, I kinda figured the answer to that would be "ugh do we have to?" What if I told you I have good news though? Good news with caveats, but still good news.
What if I told you that since the Paris Agreement in 2015, we've avoided a whole degree celsius of global warming by 2100, or maybe more?
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Current projections are 2.7C, which is way better than the 3-5C (with a median of 3.7C) we were expecting in 2015. It's not where we want to be - 1.5C - but it is big, noticeable progress!
And it's not like we either hit 1.5C and avoid all the big scary consequences or fail to hit 1.5C and get all of them - every tenth of a degree of warming we avoid is going to prevent more severe problems like extreme weather, sea level rise, etc.
This means that climate change mitigation efforts are having a noticeable impact! This means a dramatically better, safer future - and if we keep pushing, we could lower the amount of global warming we end up with even further. This is huge progress, and we need to celebrate it, even though the fight isn't over.
It's working. Keep going.
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fayrobertsuk · 1 year
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Okay listen, because nothing was ever going to prepare me for this, but when I first came out*, I had no idea what a profound effect that was going to have on other people.
I thought I was braced for the bad stuff, how some people’s fear about what your simple existence means can dampen, darken, and corrode your joy, your sense of safety. I wasn’t prepared for the scale of that, but that’s not what this post is about.
I had no fucking clue that my existence as a queer person taking up space could mean so much joy and relief for others. And I was utterly unprepared for how that has only increased as I’ve aged, and as the world has become more connected. Eventually, a young trans man explained it to me, saying that seeing me just... living, 30 years older than him, brought him hope, a model for the future, that there was a future, for the first time. Several others chimed in to say the same and I felt airless for a dizzying second. I hadn’t been able to really understand, until that point, why various younger queer folk would thank me on Twitter, call me and others like me icons. We’d shrug: We’re just... being, we’d say. Exactly, they’d reply.
I thought that things were easier for young, queer folk now. That they have more access to information and vocabulary and acceptance than we did, growing up. Hell, I might never have worked out my gender stuff if younger folk weren’t out there being loud about their pronouns, breaking down microlabels, and sharing their feelings about their existence.
And that’s also true, but being visibly queer, and over 30, and it not being a tragedy? That gives people enormous hope. That’s a landmark to reach, a future to picture yourself in. My life is nowhere near perfect, but it exists.
And heavens, it’s good to know that these proliferating silver hairs and wrinkles are beautiful signs for those who long for the decades’ stretch between now and then.
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(*still not quite realising that it’s something you do again and again, and sometimes additionally, if - like me - you find yourself going “oh, and this thing too”)
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env0writes · 1 month
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Idle Steps 3.11.24 "Don't Get Dour"
It can’t always rain If the conditions aren’t right So know that this pain Won’t persist pass this night What is there to gain When you wallow in grief Overruling the self, so the feelings sustain Against the tally-marked years, this moment is brief You’ve done this before and you will do it again Cold are the shoulders with burning hot passion These sorrows are anything other than plain No other soul, though, will make this admission The clouds can’t always blot out the sun’s flickering mane Nor the night can darken, forever, the sky Though it may feel as though, all that is must remain The world's better off, as a world where you try It can’t always be sunny and bonny and blue As the inverse, thus proven, as always – is true
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reginaldqueribundus · 8 months
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the year is 2048. a smiling young farmer in a power wheelchair sells me the biggest bag of muesli I've ever seen out of a market stall built from repurposed drone parts. he sees the toys in my reusable bag and insists on throwing in some homemade cat treats “on the house”. I get an email from the wind farm: they've deposited another $20 in my account for using up excess electricity outside peak hours, so I decide to splurge on some flavoured honey and boba tea. I tell the barista I feel like a billionaire today and she smiles politely and asks me what a “billionaire” is. I run into an old friend handing out free insulin packets and we spend some time catching up. I've got a new gig at the organ printing depot and she's on rotating job assignments with the Workers' Cooperative: this month is insulin distribution, last month was reprogramming robot dogs as automated planters for the pollinator farm, next month she'll be on a work crew converting the old football stadium into a greenhouse. She's been sleeping in the park (by choice, of course, the local housing co-op has tons of suites open) but the climate bureau is cloud seeding this weekend and we're expecting a lot of rain. I invite her to crash at my place. She smiles and says she would like that. Our trolley ride home is briefly halted by an impromptu pride parade and the sun is setting as we pass the ivy-covered sign advertising the golf course that once existed where my neighbourhood now stands. A friendly technician explains she's just finished replacing the faulty router on our block so we can use the public WiFi again. I start a fire in the fireplace and sort through some mail: a postcard from one of my exes in Hawaii installing carbon dioxide scrubbers that double as frog habitats, a flyer for a music recital at the rehab clinic, and a letter from International Blood Services declining my donation because they are fully stocked. I ask my Global Music Archive uplink to select a random decade, country and genre and it starts a playlist while the two of us snuggle together on the couch under a hand-knitted blanket and my cat makes biscuits on top. On TV, a newscaster says global temperatures are at their lowest point in the last 40 years. I flip channels to some standup comedian saying kids these days don't know how to conceal when they're high because there's no cops anymore. We laugh until the rain softly falling on the roof lulls us to sleep.
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mckitterick · 2 months
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i wish all super bowl parades will forever be cancelled for people’s safety
I completely understand where you're coming from.
We live in a cultural environment where large gatherings coexist with angry teenagers and angrier adults armed with deadly weapons, in a culture where so many are radicalized by so many things brought about by end-stage capitalism and the decline of empire, when technology hands deadly power to even individuals who very soon could release far greater death than a gun, mass casualties will continue and even rise in number and magnitude as long as people gather. And larger gatherings equal larger potential tragedy.
But I believe that soon - hopefully before the chaos following the fall of empire and greed-driven economics, hopefully while there's still hope - good people will recognize the coming end of the bad old ways and update our systems to become more resilient to change. Hopefully we'll soon see the urgency of ending rule by might and management of resources by greed. Hopefully we'll recognize our position in the timeline of civilization and stop granting power to the forces of self-destructiveness.
And hopefully we'll do these things before we entering the next age of humanity.
Because when we coexist with minds far greater in almost every way than our own whose programming (and programmed allegiance) could determine our fate, when we possess weapons technology that could enable a handful of individuals to commit mass murder in the scale of billions, when manufacturing and food and every other resource-exchange necessary for life and comfort could be freely shared or hoarded by the selfish - when all this comes to pass (and it will, soon) is not the time to leave greedy, selfish, bigoted, hateful, and otherwise compromised people in control of our government, resources, militaries, or economic engines.
I look forward to living in a world that's beyond such petty but world-changing horrors as mass shootings over arguments.
I look forward to living in a world where those empowered to govern see their duty as a service to their community or nation, where those in charge of creating things we need and want do so out of genuine enthusiasm for invention and creation to benefit all they serve.
I look forward to living in a world where all these forces for division, hatred, and selfish motivation lead not to military invasions or police overreach or individual violence, but instead one where physical restrictions or violence are reserved only for dealing with forces that threaten people's health, well-being, or freedom which are beyond the ability of individuals to fight.
I look forward to living in a world where none are driven to hatred or violence (which includes economic and emotional violence) by fear over scarcity or losing comfort, happiness, or freedom.
I look forward to living in a world that transitions smoothly from what we now endure to a place where all may achieve whatever greatness (or anonymity) they choose to the benefit of all our human and other-Earthlings family.
But to live in such a world we need to stop giving power to those who seek it - political, military/police, economic, or otherwise.
We live in a world now where our economic engines could serve everyone alive to bring about the dawn of this beautiful possible future, where we could begin healing the pain wrought by so many generations of hatred and greed, where we could learn the lessons of history and prediction, where we could allow our machines (physical and digital) to manage society, resources, and services to the benefit of all rather than feed the greed of the few.
I look forward to living in a world where people can attend mass celebrations without fearing the worst.
Thanks for the prompt, @mayodayo
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hidingintheaether · 5 months
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The situation for the population in Gaza, in their own words.
Excellent Video.
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randik-86 · 8 days
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Let's forget about yesterday,
Focus on what comes tomorrow,
Hope that it will get better,
Only time will help us heal...
©️randik86
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peripateticavian · 9 months
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Building community intentionally is the key to progress.
Look for your local libraries and your state and county representatives and your utilities companies on social media and stay in touch. Go onto social media and go out walking with the intention of finding people and connecting to them. Look for opportunities to build your support network and to find people who crave connection, because that is how we learn about our society and find systemic issues we individually never would have reason to care about otherwise. Doing this gives us ways to improve our lives personally and communally.
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melyzard · 2 months
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The Positive Climate News You May Have Missed This Year {source: Bloomberg, Dec 2023}
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trans-writes · 2 years
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I am making strawberry pie at three am and this is me saving my own life. I am crying into my pillow, smothered under blankets in the dead of night, and this is what strength looks like. I am down on my knees in the garden, planting zucchini, and this is me giving myself a future.
and maybe my chest still hurts, and maybe i still can’t breathe when i wake up at night, heartbeat fast, thoughts faster, and maybe i still can’t always tell the difference between perfection and enough, but this is hope. this is hope, and hope is an act of rebellion, of revolution of survival.
I am putting down the blade, the bottle, the lighter and the pills. I am putting away the scars and the bloody knuckles, giving up the buzz in my veins and the ache in my stomach. I am making strawberry pie at three am and i am staying alive.
I am staying alive.
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futureless · 2 years
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go easy on yourself, luv
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belgiane · 1 year
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Hope For The Future (Live) | Coal Drops Sessions
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loremoth · 2 years
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Cyberpunk is in again. Cyberpunk is pretty much now. We have megacorps, we have robots, we have all that stuff. We have no killer AIs, but we do have idiots feeding garbage data to neural networks and making decisions on who to kill on the basis of the output. There's one big difference though: The world isn't divided into obedient drones working at Zaibatsus and individualist tech-punks living at the margins. There is no safety in obedience, only precarity for everyone. And the individualist tech-punks are busy with IPOs and ICOs - their only complaint about the system is that they're not in that tiny layer of the ultra-rich they hope to join one day. Meanwhile, the closest thing we have to Cyberpunk heroes, Chelsea Manning and Edward Snowden, both worked for the US government. Cyberpunk feels good because it paints an only slightly exaggerated picture of the situation we find ourselves in, and then tells us that the solution is more individualism, which is what we've been culturally conditioned for. The actual solution is going to involve working together. So I propose a new offshoot of Cyberpunk - let's call it Togetherpunk. Stories about the same dystopian near-future alienating tech hellscape, but the protagonists work together. Overcome the alienation by finding each other. Help each other. Form unions. Create alternatives. They have varied skills, backgrounds, and needs that complement. They are - or become - emotionally mature. Togetherpunk.
David Stark, 11 February 2018. Inspired by Heather Robertson's MEATPUNK MANIFESTO and reading too much Hacker News.
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bastillemxfans · 1 year
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“Hope For The Future” behind the scenes
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