Too much rain, to much drought, too much fire, too much waste, too much news. The problem is that I went hiking yesterday and, though I had a good time, got behind on some of my projects. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem–there are certainly things I can say about climate change that don’t take very long to write–but this week doing less than a fully-researched piece seems wrong.
I have seen a photograph of a street in Europe piled with flood debris almost up to the second windows. I have seen a photograph of a pasture in Montana where the grass has died from drought, grass that was meant to be the winter forage of a herd of cattle–a family’s livelihood, gone. It seems important to weave all this together, to understand how it fits, and I am discombobulated by busyness, by mild but real sleep deprivation, by the fact that we’re migrating across country next week, and such disruptions always leave me out of sorts.
Something I noticed that I want to share–today, an unusually large number of people all viewed The Carbon Footprint of Spaceflight. Is it a coincidence that today also a billionaire, an elderly woman, and a very young man all spent a highly questionable amount of resources to spend a few months on the edge of space together? Or did multiple people out there all wonder what impact the beginning of space tourism might have on the climate–and their curiosity brought them to me? If so, I’m tickled. I hope what I wrote helped.
So this is a short post about why I’m writing a short post. Next week will probably be brief, too, but then I’ll be able to do a long, involved one.
Before I sign off, though, does anybody really think that Wally Funk’s few minutes as a tourist today does anything to mitigate the injustice done her by NASA?