The storm that brought tornadoes to the South this week finally made it to our neck of the woods last night, complete with wild winds, thunder and lightening plus over a foot of snow. Our record snowfall on December 28th was more than doubled...go figure. It is not completely unusual to have a snow free Solstice (or an X-mas for that matter) however, shirtsleeve temps and green grass is very strange. I understand statistics and the difference between climate and weather, but as we are all seeing the results of the largest El Nino ever recorded, there may be a way to begin to understand that, although they are different, they are linked.
The world oceans are taking the brunt of our abuse, however we just don't see it, because it is, for the most part uninhabited. We record the finest of details about temperature, humidity, winds and weather on land and we do it in tens of thousands of locations having done so for over one hundred years. At sea, it has only been recently that we have had recording stations at fixed points and they have primarily been recording water conditions, not what is going on weather-wise. It only makes sense that with oceans covering two thirds of the planet, two thirds of the climate change would take place there as well.
I have written in the past about the loss of soils, how they have silted in many of the spawning beds that act as fish nurseries and the acidification of the world's oceans. I have also written about the gyrae that exist around the planet, the large swirling features that collect our floating plastic wastes. There are
For my part. I started my day getting the snowblower out to the road, so I could idle down to the old lady around the corner. She's the elder in my neighborhood and getting her driveway clear is the beginning of my snow day ritual. The official amount of snow is a mere thirteen to fourteen inches, but the drifting routinely piles the snow higher than the front end of the snowblower. On the way back, I got the sidewalks of two friends and an acquaintance. The X-tians seem to have a strong young buck to shovel, so I left theirs alone. By mid afternoon I was sitting on about eighty percent of the snow removal done. I wouldn't normally be so anxious to get the garden path opened up, but the compost is full. I have religiously fed the soil since arriving here over ten years ago and have built over a foot of topsoil in most of my garden beds. Nature, unaided, would take about twelve thousand years to create a foot of living soil. Bioneer, shaman, geomancer, charmaster, whatever you call me, I'm turning the tide on ecological destruction, one handful of soil at a time. for those whgo are interested to know how to do this, in a sophisticated way, using dymaxion engineering principles to enhance the soil microbial community, please reach out to me. I teach classes on how to make biochar, and honor the cornucopia that is a healthy planet.
Each one teach one was the watchword of the true hippies. Like the dandelion, each of us presents a flower each petal being liked to a seed that is the relationships of all whom we encounter, of all our known associates and the folks required to get us our food, our energy, our "way of life". Making choices that affect sustainability for seven generations is the native way, the tribal expression of something economists and sociologists call the Pareto Optimum, a desirable state in which everyone is better off and no one is worse off. It seems in today's oligarchy, Pareto was an optimist. I offer my biochar classes at reasonable rates and am also available for consulting.
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The world oceans are taking the brunt of our abuse, however we just don't see it, because it is, for the most part uninhabited. We record the finest of details about temperature, humidity, winds and weather on land and we do it in tens of thousands of locations having done so for over one hundred years. At sea, it has only been recently that we have had recording stations at fixed points and they have primarily been recording water conditions, not what is going on weather-wise. It only makes sense that with oceans covering two thirds of the planet, two thirds of the climate change would take place there as well.
I have written in the past about the loss of soils, how they have silted in many of the spawning beds that act as fish nurseries and the acidification of the world's oceans. I have also written about the gyrae that exist around the planet, the large swirling features that collect our floating plastic wastes. There are
For my part. I started my day getting the snowblower out to the road, so I could idle down to the old lady around the corner. She's the elder in my neighborhood and getting her driveway clear is the beginning of my snow day ritual. The official amount of snow is a mere thirteen to fourteen inches, but the drifting routinely piles the snow higher than the front end of the snowblower. On the way back, I got the sidewalks of two friends and an acquaintance. The X-tians seem to have a strong young buck to shovel, so I left theirs alone. By mid afternoon I was sitting on about eighty percent of the snow removal done. I wouldn't normally be so anxious to get the garden path opened up, but the compost is full. I have religiously fed the soil since arriving here over ten years ago and have built over a foot of topsoil in most of my garden beds. Nature, unaided, would take about twelve thousand years to create a foot of living soil. Bioneer, shaman, geomancer, charmaster, whatever you call me, I'm turning the tide on ecological destruction, one handful of soil at a time. for those whgo are interested to know how to do this, in a sophisticated way, using dymaxion engineering principles to enhance the soil microbial community, please reach out to me. I teach classes on how to make biochar, and honor the cornucopia that is a healthy planet.
Each one teach one was the watchword of the true hippies. Like the dandelion, each of us presents a flower each petal being liked to a seed that is the relationships of all whom we encounter, of all our known associates and the folks required to get us our food, our energy, our "way of life". Making choices that affect sustainability for seven generations is the native way, the tribal expression of something economists and sociologists call the Pareto Optimum, a desirable state in which everyone is better off and no one is worse off. It seems in today's oligarchy, Pareto was an optimist. I offer my biochar classes at reasonable rates and am also available for consulting.
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