In the three hours since I published it the following:
"As does, or as will the 140 fires spreading up north. The average over 10 years of fires to date consumed 273.3 hectares of land. Presently it has consumed 182,964.8 hectares"
shall read:
As does, or as will the 286 fires spreading up north. The average over 10 years of fires to date consumed 273.3 hectares of land. Presently it has consumed 274,269 hectares
So, just to give us all heart attacks they doubled the numbers then took them back down. The key being doubled. They "exactly" doubled the numbers. half of 274,289 is 137,134 e.g. So... its bad but not apocalyptic which it looked there for a minute. Actually, it "still" is pretty dang bad.
We've been seeing and smelling the pinky-haze (Jimmy Hendrix, call your office) from y'all's wildfires (yours and Nova Scotia's, they say) down here in metro Boston for over a week via some protracted retrograde wind patterns for which I can find no precedent in six decades of memory.
Accident? No such thing. (John 1:3, Hebrews 1:1-3, Proverbs 16:33, e.g.)
Enemies? Yes, surely (one of the reasons good fiction needs them to "work") but not necessarily, nor ultimately, the myriads folks find under tinfoil hats, or beds in the disquiet dark hours. (Monsters, Inc. was nihilist candy, but they were nonetheless onto something.) "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenlies." (Ephesians 6:12)
Some of us write fiction because the truth--that the lies are thicker than rural sub-Arctic mosquito swarms this time of year--is, 1) too strange for most to digest, and 2) likely to get censored by those with a vested interest in folks believing their lies (Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, call your office).
I'm here in southern quebec and only really today am I seeing and smelling the pinky-haze. I suspect you got much of Nova Scotia's firesmoke. It is astounding how much of the bible relates to what we're going through. Your citations being perfect examples. The more things change....
Good article as usual, Sylvia, and will be linking once again @https://nothingnewunderthesun2016.com/
Great post!
I would agree with 2,3,5,6 as suspects, or some combination thereof.
In cottage country Ontario, 100"+ snowfall last season does nut qualify for a "dry" winter.
Climate is studied over 1000's of years...
So, yeah, it's the weather: changes every year, but not quantifiable as "climate change" by any stretch of imagination.
We really know nothing eh? And we'll never know.
sigh...
In the three hours since I published it the following:
"As does, or as will the 140 fires spreading up north. The average over 10 years of fires to date consumed 273.3 hectares of land. Presently it has consumed 182,964.8 hectares"
shall read:
As does, or as will the 286 fires spreading up north. The average over 10 years of fires to date consumed 273.3 hectares of land. Presently it has consumed 274,269 hectares
And half an hour after that comment updating the stats the figures change again:
140 fires to 286 fires becomes 143 fires
182,964 hectares to 274,289 hectares becomes 137,134 hectares
so are they just messing with our heads now? I'll check again in an hour.
So, just to give us all heart attacks they doubled the numbers then took them back down. The key being doubled. They "exactly" doubled the numbers. half of 274,289 is 137,134 e.g. So... its bad but not apocalyptic which it looked there for a minute. Actually, it "still" is pretty dang bad.
Maybe this is all being done on screen and there are no fires.
How would we all really know?
governments cease to exist without fear
Yes. When you think about it. To serve and protect. They've forgotten all those things. They've forgotten "us"
hows the situation?
We've been seeing and smelling the pinky-haze (Jimmy Hendrix, call your office) from y'all's wildfires (yours and Nova Scotia's, they say) down here in metro Boston for over a week via some protracted retrograde wind patterns for which I can find no precedent in six decades of memory.
Accident? No such thing. (John 1:3, Hebrews 1:1-3, Proverbs 16:33, e.g.)
Enemies? Yes, surely (one of the reasons good fiction needs them to "work") but not necessarily, nor ultimately, the myriads folks find under tinfoil hats, or beds in the disquiet dark hours. (Monsters, Inc. was nihilist candy, but they were nonetheless onto something.) "For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenlies." (Ephesians 6:12)
Some of us write fiction because the truth--that the lies are thicker than rural sub-Arctic mosquito swarms this time of year--is, 1) too strange for most to digest, and 2) likely to get censored by those with a vested interest in folks believing their lies (Arkady and Boris Strugatsky, call your office).
I'm here in southern quebec and only really today am I seeing and smelling the pinky-haze. I suspect you got much of Nova Scotia's firesmoke. It is astounding how much of the bible relates to what we're going through. Your citations being perfect examples. The more things change....
The haze is *thick* here today.
It is surreal eh?