Please note: The figures given in this article were for 7:00 a.m. June 4th. They are changing rather strangely over time on the link provided. See comments by me below to see how they change and my how they do change. Sylvia’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
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
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).
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.
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
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).