April 6, 2019
At the core of Oceanix City is a 4.5-acre hexagonal floating platform that is meant to host up to 300 people.
Hmm, where have I seen this before….
And just think, to accommodate all of Manhattan, we only need to make…uh…
another 5,549 of them!
Compared to convincing the powers that be that climate change is real and we’re all screwed…piece of cake!
— Read on www.wired.com/story/sea-levels-are-rising-time-to-build-floating-cities/amp
Residents across the island are complaining about the state of city sidewalks. They say they are dangerous and that the city is taking too long to clean them.
OK, the original article doesn’t say residents are whingeing.
But they are.
Wow. And here I thought this was an American thing.
As for me, I dealt with the recent rain/ice/snow/ice/more rain mess by wearing big boots outside when I had to, and mostly staying inside with hot chocolate and books.
No prob.
via Icy Montreal sidewalks still a problem after recent winter storm, residents say —
Unworldly and unearthly — by definition. A low rumbling at very low frequency, barely discernible at first until shifted up two octaves.
Imagine living with this constant mild 15 mph wind all the time. Imagine what the wind sounds like when the global dust storm hits.
via Listen here to wind on Mars — the first it has ever been captured —
November 20, 2018
Just gonna post this here for posterity…
October 26, 2017
It’s been a very trying month, and yet rewarding.
At the beginning of the month, I found out that my science fiction novella/novellette Adam’s Stepsons had won an award (Readers’ Favorite). The next day, I was selected as a Featured Author by BookWorks. And then less than a week later, Adam’s Stepsons got another award, this time Finalist for Best Novella by the Independent Authors’ Network. Inspired, I worked on my next SF novel and got the word count up to around 25,000.
Pretty cool.
And then it started to rain.
And rain.
And kept raining. For about eight to nine days straight. Mold everywhere in the house: the entranceway, the hall, the bath, the kids’ bedroom, even our little library nook (which doubles as my writing room/man cave).
Yuck.
And then (not done with us yet!) the typhoon came. No damage for us but plenty for some of my colleagues and neighbors up north in Kyoto and Gifu.
Our daughter’s sports festival – her last at the nursery school, in which she gets to play snare drum in a marching band – was delayed, and then cancelled.
Then both kids got sick. Waking up several times a night, coughing with stuffy noses, and still having to get up early each morning (6 – 6:30) for school and work for all four of us.
The Month of the Gods (神無月) became the Month without Gods (無 = na (of) as well as naki (without)). As if suddenly abandoned.
So it’s fitting that after only two days of sun, October will end with yet another typhoon. Yikes.
Probably a glancing blow, but the heavy rain that accompanies the storm will no doubt scuttle our plans for a Halloween party for our kids and their friends. It may inspire some writing, however.
After all, isn’t that how Mary Shelley started?
Come inside, pull up a tentacle or seven.
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