31 days of blogging for October 2015

I’ll be doing a blog post a day in the month of October.
Check back here to find the topics and links for each day.

You should know I like to read books about superfund sites.

Day 1: Tom’s River Rainbow Death and illness were considered the cost of a growing economy, the human coin spent in the slot machine of the industrial age.

Day 2: Futuristic Dystopian Romance Humans are a fragile lot, with so many single points of failure that it isn’t hard to imagine going from 8 billion to 1 million pretty easily. But that’s no reason humans can’t be decent, worshipful, and romantic.

Day 3: Meet a picker. In the future I think that there will be pickers of all sorts. They will live on the remains of previous generations. They might sort landfills, clear old houses and buildings out, or filter through the vast debris of abandoned cities. They bring order to the chaos, they find value in the refuse. (fiction)

Day 4: Tofu for 700 I have heard the other cooks say that soybeans make good famine food. They grow well in poor soil, help replenish it with nitrogen and generally provide a good yield. You can also cook them, sprout them, boil them, and even make a poor man’s coffee out of them if you are desperate enough. (fiction)

Day 5: Digital Museum You can see exploded volcanoes, slumped over mountains, flooded out beaches, the path of a tornado and dried up river beds. You can practically watch the dust bowl blow away the topsoil in the great plains. You can watch machines dig up mines, watch rivers get dammed, and mud slide into ravines. It is great fun if you are a virtual disaster tourist like me. (fiction)

Days 6: Rock Sanctuary There are dancers, goddesses, thin men and solid women. You do have to use a little imagination, they aren’t exactly human replicas. Triangles, cones, spheres, and other shapes with corners not found in people, all get used in this art. Each is different, no two alike. (fiction)

Day 7: Homesteaders Mom said they came out here for the dirt and stayed for the nightlife. Dad always chuckles, but us kids don’t know what she means, really. (fiction)

Day 8: Tambora weaves together that cold winter, the starvation, the floods and storms, the lack of monsoon, snow in the summer with advances in art, literature, and science. He makes humans seem small, fragile and interdependent on our planet.

Day 9: Existential Crisis How small will our planet get?

Day 10: Hope Chest Digital images rely on electricity, on disk storage, and display devices. It must have seemed like those things were fleeting. So they took to the old fashioned ways, pen and paper, paint and canvas, thread and cloth to create masterpieces. (fiction)

Day 11: Authority In our case Authority is tall, elegant and well turned out. Her nails are long, her eyelashes are long, and her legs are long. Even her nose is long, which makes her look even more like the Authority. (fiction)

Day 12: Interview I probably should have thought up a good story before I got here. But the truth is I mostly know what I don’t want to do. (fiction)

Day 13: Space It is as if neither of us has a personal space bubble to bounce into, rebound off of or crash through. Like the room is empty and my soul can fill it up, but he’s actually there. (fiction)

Day 14: Diaspora How long until this city realizes it has lost its soul and calls its people home. All of them. No matter how long they have been gone.

Day 15: Clams Put a little bit of contaminated water in the pipes of a nuclear plant and pretty soon the invasive little clogging mussels die off instead of having to be scraped off.

Day 16: Radioactive Mussels There are zebra muscles in the contaminated cooling pond at Chernobyl. The mussels cover the radioactive sediment in the pond that can never be drained or dredged.

Day 17: Ring finger I like the ring badges best. The lithium fluoride crystals work fine and they look nice. They are comfortable and wearable and I haven’t ever lost one. (fiction)

Day 18: Dead Tree Word Stories The ink, the paper, the binding all sort of combine together to make what I would call book smell. I imagine it was pleasant when it was fresh and new. But it isn’t now. (fiction)

Day 19: Witches Dance at Midnight Remix Is it still too much to be these words at noon?

Day 20: Failure of Imagination I posit it is because we have been shown to be slow, weak, and slothful in our thinking. Our egos demand revenge for the exposure.

Day 22: Pickers gotta Pick We dig up petrocarbons, bury trash and put animal waste in plastic lined lagoons.

Day 23: #whenallthethingshappen The four horsemen of the apocalypse come calling and you with no ark. (fiction)

Day 24: Do No Harm Like old religions ours comes with its share of rules, many passed down through the generations with their roots in the old religions. (fiction)

Day 25: Some Will Live Nomads, farmers, minimalists, pickers. Trying to make a life on this new planet that barely resembles something you would call mother earth. (fiction)

Day 26: Come go with me now The circle widens and welcomes us. (fiction)

Day 27: #nanowrimo declaration

Day 28: Fiddle My body isn’t ready for the song to end (fiction).

Day 29: Runaway Freedom, guilt, and fear all eating at the edges of you, each carving a little niche in the fringes of your soul, hoping to get a foothold and move in for good. (fiction)

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