Weather: Warm with clouds and sun, cooling off later
Number of people: 12 stoppers, 1 walk-by, 1 drive-by
Number of hecklers: 1, possibly? Couldn’t really hear him
Pages of notes: 9
Conversations between people previously unknown to one another: 2
Packets of Small State Seeds given away: 5 (we have more! Come by tomorrow!)
People who recognized and commented on the Peanuts reference: 2
Money raised for Environmental Justice League of RI: $6.45
Two people mentioned the article in the Providence Journal, and one asked me to sign his copy! No notable uptick in traffic, though.
A couple I’ve spoken with before stopped by and kidded around with me about the article: “Now that you’re so famous, thanks for giving us a moment of your time!” As I swing into Week 3, there are many people I’ve seen two or more times.
I am not (as a commenter on the ProJo article pointed out) a real doctor or a peer-reviewed counselor of any sort. I suspect that if I would be, I would be more familiar with some of the ways people reveal or withhold information. Also, still working on that whole “not getting mad at people I suspect are jerking me around” thing, which I suspect a real doctor would be better at.
Being stuck at my current job. I don’t have freedom to speak as I’d like or do as I’d like. I’d like to be a counselor of some kind for high school students.
Do you know what steps you’d take to do that?
No, but the counselor at my high school was really good, so I might ask her.
What’s making me anxious and nervous about climate change right now is the massive change in temperature making the ice caps break. I’m thinking terrible waves and tsunamis that could take off all of us — East Coast, West Coast, North, South, it doesn’t really matter to the water. It will go where it will go. … I’m afraid that something terrible’s gonna happen, something truly irreparable, damage that cannot be reversed, and that in the wake of that tragedy, people will ask, “What should we have done?” That by the time we acknowledge it, the answer to “What should we do?” is gonna be, “Tell your loved ones and your dear friends that you love them very much, and say your prayers.”
I’m concerned about it. Where’s U.S. agriculture gonna be in another 10 years? We’ve been observing how in the South we’re losing oranges, grape fields, cornfields, potatoes in Idaho. How is the U.S. gonna provide for themselves, support themselves, instead of depending on other countries? Let the grass grow again! Or blow up or dynamite so the water can go where the drought is! If you can put a man on the moon, you can’t end a drought? … The earth is the ground, the dirt. Once you kill the ground, you kill everything, the trees–we’re gonna be extinguished. We’re gonna be extinguished.
It’s the biggest problem we’re facing, and we should be devoting huge amounts of resources to it. Instead, they’re still having debates about whether to give oil and gas leases in national parks. We’re putting the earth, the country, and the climate at risk by looking for oil and gas. It won’t be helped by a piecemeal approach. And I’m not hopeful. I don’t think governments have the guts to face up to oil and gas interests. I think we’re doomed. And my biggest concern is not so much for humans–I’m worried that we’ll make it impossible for anything else to survive. We don’t begin to take this seriously enough.
One time I was reading this article where they were claiming, this particular scientist was claiming that we’re gonna have extinctional climate change in the near future, that peak temperatures will rise above what animals can survive, and I realized that I was automatically thinking about Fahrenheit, not Celsius–a rise of 3 degrees Fahrenheit is not a big deal. But the idea that all humans could die, just get hotter and hotter and lie down and not wake up, seemed like the opposite of anxiety. It’s not like a punishment, it’s pointless–it undermines human moral grandiosity.
My colleague runs climate modeling labs and he faces this problem: how do you make sense of something when in order to prove its claims, it has to be too late? It makes you feel sort of frozen. That may be why I’ve deprioritized it among the activist-oriented things I do.
We who are already here
have received so much.
We who are about to die
surrender our collections.
We who are apparent show
what has sunk into us.
Imagine if we had to give it back
All of it, every molecule.
Of air. Of flesh. Every cell
we build. Every waterdrop.
We are terribly concrete.
Made terribly of everything.