I intend to spend a great deal of time in the Republic of Rutger this coming fall and winter as well as in its sister states, Meezerania, St. Milo and Sybyldor.
I am a much better ruler than Donald Trump, Boris Johnson or Vladimir Putin, and all my subjects love me except for the ones I’ve banished to my extensive system of penal colonies.
My subjects vote for me every chance they get!
And they get lots of chances.
My nose ran and my temples throbbed all day yesterday, which made me think, Oh, dear: I’ve got IT. I got winded walking up a very modest hill I usually run up.
It was very humid, and the skies were very hazy. Classic inversion layer.
In the evening, I read a report that the smoke from the hundreds of wild fires that are raging up and down the west coast has finally made it to New York.
I suspect now that is what my body was registering. Oxygen distribution problems related to smoke.
The pix from those fires in California and Oregon are absolutely mind-boggling.
Not just the pix from the actual fire zones but the eerie, apocalyptic orange skies that are everywhere:
And this one, my favorite, which I really like ‘cause look, Ma! The sky matches the corporate logo:
I don’t see how people can live like this.
Do not, do not, do not.
I love California, but these blazes are no longer a “once in a century” phenomenon (as we were told back in ’91 when an urban interface firestorm took out a large part of north Oakland.)
These fires now happen every fuckin’ year.
And yet, California remains the most expensive state in the country in terms of cost of living. I do not understand that. California’s basic contribution to quality of life seems to be the absence of winter.
Is living with this worth not having to live through winters?
Doesn’t seem like a tradeoff worth doing to me. Crossposted from Dreamwidth.