Remember that autumn smell? I don’t anymore. It’s the hurricane season and we get an edge of Jose – somewhat but not very windy, beautiful sunsets, and the lush, tropical humidity. It even smells like some place much more south than this.
I keep smelling the phantom plumeria which of course is impossible.
But I keep thinking of which part of the much warmer than this Atlantic these impossibly tiny droplets of water that this wind carries came from.
When you are late for a quick drink with a friend because you have to go around the block because bloody (quite literally) Erdogan is in town and the police won’t let you through.
For more on the political history of domain name registries, see the Citizen Ex Stories.
This whole Catalan independence thing sort of slipped under the radar here but it’s kind of a big deal. I am ambivalent about it – I love Barcelona and their language and the whole standing up to Franco history but I don’t like separatist movements I think it takes us in the opposite direction from where we want to go. If I have any followers from that part of the world I would love to hear what they think.
It describes everything that is wrong with the world today and what prevents us from moving forward.
And identifying it gives us the way forward.
You fight it by prioritizing inclusion and engaging in cooperation. And that depends on “first believing that we can and must every day expand the definition of "us” and shrink the definition of “them” – and we shouldn’t have an earthquake or a hurricane to know that they is what we are about.“
And yes, a two-term American president said this yesterday (a real one, not the joke one who was at the UN), and this is the reason I still believe in this country.
Scientists May Have Discovered the ‘Trigger’ for Complex Life on Earth
Researchers may have found the trigger that allowed Earth’s atmosphere to oxygenate in rocks billions of years old. The findings indicate that oxygenation was “waiting to happen,” and that a single triggering event enabled the massive atmospheric change.
It’s been nearly a week. I saw a thoughtful post by someone I respect deeply, one of my most favorite blogs on here about why she was quitting Tumblr, and I got suddenly scared concerned that my addiction to this platform has become stronger than I could manage. Withdrawing for a week made me a little more confident that I can manage it after all.
For now, I am back. I loved the extra time I’ve got, but I missed the human connection.
I will do these withdrawals again, to be sure, but perhaps more controlled and not as abruptly.
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