Well, this is what I call an eventful Monday, I guess: Went in expecting a couple-three hours of deadline work and the rest the more off-deadline sort, but it didn’t work out that way, and here it is, after 7 p.m., and I’m just opening a bottle of wine and considering that somewhere along the way I accepted another big freelance project — a book. Custom publishing, not some art inspired from my soul, but it will go a good ways toward paying off the back yard, and it’ll be wrapped up by summer’s end.
Down side: I have to relearn how to eat a horse. Although I seem to remember the most important part — one bite at a time.
Of course, what good is a book when soon we’ll all be living in Waterworld?
A large section of the mighty West Antarctica ice sheet has begun falling apart and its continued melting now appears to be unstoppable, two groups of scientists reported on Monday. If the findings hold up, they suggest that the melting could destabilize neighboring parts of the ice sheet and a rise in sea level of 10 feet or more may be unavoidable in coming centuries.
Global warming caused by the human-driven release of greenhouse gases has helped to destabilize the ice sheet, though other factors may also be involved, the scientists said.
What wonderful news! And yes, there’s a bright side:
The rise of the sea is likely to continue to be relatively slow for the rest of the 21st century, the scientists added, but in the more distant future it may accelerate markedly, potentially throwing society into crisis.
We won’t outlive this, and likely our children won’t, either, and after that? Eh, I’ll be dead. Let ‘em figure it out.
At what point did mankind become self-aware enough to worry not only about the world we live in, but the world we might leave our grandchildren and great-grandchildren? We may never see them, but don’t they matter? Perhaps in a lifetime, the units of time become so baroque and meaningless — in Washington it’s the week; in other places the day, and I’m sure we’ve all been through some spells where just getting through one hour after another is enough. Eternity is hard except in the very abstract sense, where we dwell with Jesus in really comfortable clothing with elastic waistbands.
Of course, for business, it’s quarter. Break the tape, have a couple drinks and work on the next spreadsheet. And if you did it without giving a shit about what you’re pumping into the air or water, you sleep so much better.
I should add that I’m not holding myself up as some sort of paragon. The world will judge me as a typical 20th/21st century American, who used too much and threw away too much and ate beef from a million farting steers and was basically a plague upon the earth for about a billionth of a nanosecond of the universe’s time. I’ll be swallowed up.
Probably by rising seawater. But not yet! They can’t find me in Michigan, not until the backup from the Great Lakes tops Niagara Falls, by which point I’ll be ashes and it’ll be someone else’s problem.
Not to be all morbid or anything. But seriously: We broke the planet. Good job, humankind! Let’s party.
I have no bloggage today; it seems all anyone publishes on Mondays are recaps of Sunday-night television. When did the recap become a thing? The idea that someone who had actually watched an episode of this or that show might want to read 1,000 words telling them what they already know. At least many are entertaining to read.
Oh, well. It works for Fox News.
Happy Tuesday, all. I’m going to be running from one end of it to the other.