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Maybe I'm not fit
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Darwinism is on my mind. On Monday, the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) released their "we're going to do this every 7 years" report. Dunno why governments say it is important for policy when they didn't heed the warnings of the 2014 report or the one before that. To be fair, the 2014 report was essential in bringing the climate emergency into our parliaments, but the oil and gas lobby is still pulling too many strings. In any case, the 2021 IPCC report is a doozy.
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Choice statements from the report include that it is "code red" for humanity and that it's totes our fault. I knew that already. If I hadn't already gone through the grief and existential drama of processing the fact that climate change will affect my own life in untold ways in the very near future, I would be on the floor right now. Yet there are still social darwinists among us. People still think, despite all evidence to the contrary, that life is a competition.
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Maybe I'm a data hoarder
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I would like to link to the original concept artist, but I can't figure out who that is. So here's a designer with a good spin on the above.
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I have a 3.5 floppy disk with childlike writing that says "Laura's writing. Don't read! Not that you can anyway because this disk is password protected". I do not know what the password might be, nor do I have a 3.5 drive of any sort. I have a 5.25 floppy that just says "Laura". I have 4 or 5 hard drives with repetitive data and old, old files that I will never need. I have a box of handwritten notes, from middle school. These fragments of writing, fragments of data, waiting for me to do anything with them.
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I bought an excellent OCR app so that my analog data hoard could be digitised, catalogued, massaged into another book of some sort. I don't have a routine for this writing process though. Just an app and no motivation to do such things. What hobby is collecting dust in the bottom of your closet?
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Maybe I need help?
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I wrote about grief in my submission to Dark Mountain. I wrote an essay that is dark and depressing and kind of raw. Perhaps I should throw it away. Perhaps I'm too emotionally attached to it and it's actually rather trite. I have published it on a password protected page, just for you. The password is freshlybrewed and the link is below. I would like to know what you think, should you manage to read it. It's a bit long, not recommended for...well, anyone. Trigger warning. Trigger warning.
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