The other day, I was trying to use the camera on my new phone and discovered that there were a ton of pictures in my phone that came from the blog. Hundreds of them, and I didn't want them on my phone at all whatsoever. So I deleted them, and somehow, through the mysteries of wireless internet, all the pictures disappeared from my blog.
At first, I was annoyed because the blog was fucked up, but once I started replacing a few photos, I quickly saw that it was a big, fat drag to go through five years of entries on back onto the internet to search for replacement photos like this one:
Or this one:
I do need to get the photo of me and Granny the Ho back up there in the sidebar, but there's an issue with my scanner connection, so it's just going to have to wait until I sort that out.
Meanwhile, it occurs to me that the fucking NSA probably has all the blog photos in my permanent record. You would think that as long as they're collecting data on everyone and storing it in big buildings out in the flyovers, they might as well arrange to sell us back our data when photos and personal documents disappear into internet black holes.
Honestly, the world is so fully fucked up right now that no matter where you look, there's more evidence that we're fucking fucked. The weather's been lovely this past week in New York City, so at the moment climate change is working for me, but I still think it won't be long before rising sea levels start fucking up my commute. We passed the Carbon Dioxide point of no return two months ago, as reported by the New York Times (NYT, 5.10.2013). By the time something is in the New York Times, it's old news to anyone who was paying attention. Lately, though, some people have been flipping out about NTE (Near Term Extinction). NTE may have a lot of numbers and science and all that supporting the notion that all life on this planet will be dead in a few decades - it's just that everybody knew the world was heading toward this fate when all those international environmental summits turned out to be giant circle jerks.
Severn Cullis-Suzuki gave this speech in 1992 at the UN's Earth Summit in Rio:
Certainly things have gotten worse in terms of endless war and ecocide since 1992, so as much as I appreciate the math to show we're all going to die in a decade or two, I don't see how NTE is news. Richard Duncan was talking about how all this industrialization cannot be sustained back in 1989 when he introduced the Olduvai model. He was off by some decades about the permanent blackouts, which haven't occurred at all yet, but he laid out the trajectory clearly.
In any case, many people are of the opinion that it's time to start planning seriously for NTE, and I suppose that's reasonable if you want to spend your last days on earth planning for your last days on earth. My personal objection to that course of action is that some of those same people get bitchy when you tell them you'd prefer to spend your last days on earth living your life instead of planning for the apocalypse.
Facebook friends were lost - not as many as during an election year, but friends unfriended, nevertheless. If we're all going to die in a decade, the last thing I need is somebody telling me I have no imagination about the impending apocalypse as if the impending apocalypse is new information. I settled on top of this hill in Harlem because I figured that with all the displaced people looking for shelter - whether they were displaced due to the economic or the environmental situation - I didn't want to live in an area where overpasses could become contemporary Hoovervilles.
My understanding of NTE may be limited, but the way the Facebook threads were going, you'd think that instead of a few very unpleasant decades where so many dead bodies are laying around that there aren't enough people to bury or burn them, humanity was going to be extinct in one swoop. It would be like the earth got hit with something as major as the genesis device from The Wrath of Khan - but instead of a lifeless planet springing to life, the life would all dehydrate into dust or something.
Again, Guy McPherson himself may not think NTE will play out in a couple weeks like folks on Facebook who cite his work seem to believe - so I don't want to attribute an attitude to him that is exclusive to his disciples. However, I will continue to avoid people who troll around the internet saying that somebody like Lee Camp is full of shit simply because he doesn't focus on how we're all going to die on account of the environment.
Lee's more focused on how we're all getting fucked by the government and the corporations that own it due to endless war and ecocide - as well as a cultural dedication to consumerism. Somehow that's full of shit to the NTE tribe.
Near Term Extinction zealots have harshed my mellow. It's very ugly when someone you've respected for his/her good sense suddenly starts calling people climate deniers just because they think there's a chance humans and the planet could survive for a couple of hundred years no matter what some environmental mathematician has determined with a few new equations. Further, as any committed existentialist will point out, we're all going to die anyway. The important thing is to decide how you're going to live your life - and that goes double for those of us who believe we're all energetic beings and only bodies die. We all have one shot at this life, so make the most of it.
Pinko said that the whole thing reminded him of the song Save the Hammer for the Man.
In other news, Pinko and I have been dating via Skype. It's similar to back when I was telephone dating with that Preacher from the Mountains - only Pinko is smarter, more witty and doesn't believe he speaks with God-given authority. Actually, I'm pretty sure that if I had had more of a visual of that preacher when we first started talking, I probably wouldn't have ever said he could stay in my apartment if he ever came to New York. Now - that was an example of a Nice Girl being nice to a simple, well-intentioned fellow who seemed to need a friend. Pinko is no longer under the impression that my attention fell into that category. Now that we've been skyping, he has become more aware of my Klingon tendencies regarding romance. Velvet made that connection a few years ago (Stonerdate 11.29.10) and Woody improved on it with the observation that I'm often like a Klingon Bird of Prey when it comes evaluating a man as a dating prospect.
In one of the marathon conversations via Skype, Pinko decided it was time for me to clarify my agenda. It's common knowledge that I always have an agenda even it it's inscrutable. I explained Woody's Klingon Bird of Prey analysis, and since everyone on the internet knows I haven't found a man within 200 miles that I'll talk to - much less consider for potential physical contact - it makes perfect sense that this Klingon Bird of Prey would be swooping in on Burning Man to take a closer look at Pinko.
Between taking this last birthday harder than usual on account of being so old now, and the reality of being fucking fucked no matter where you look in the world - going to Burning Man to meet Pinko seemed like the only sensible thing to do. Seize the day, and all that. Besides, I'd rather dance around the fire than boil with the frogs any day.
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