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Faced with a hotter future, America needs better data and response plans
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phys_environment_feedA new paper from researchers at the University of Kansas looks at extreme heat events in the United States, arguing a combination of inadequate data and unclear delineation of responsibility among government agencies leaves the nation unprepared for a hotter climate.
Wednesday Reading: Elder Race, by Adrian Tchaikovsky
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asakiyumeI've adored the two volumes in Adrian Tchaikovsky's Children of Time series (and fully intend to read the other two), but I've been daunted in trying to branch out because the guy is SO prolific. But thanks to the recommendation of someone on here, I landed on Elder Race. It's a novella--handy! I read it in airports on my way to and from Leticia, and it was absolutely right for me, because putting aside the plot, what it's about is communication across a chasm of cultural difference, when you're not sure how what you're saying is being received, and you're also not sure if what you're understanding of what you hear is what the speaker intends. And on top of that, you're dealing with vast differentials in resources and--so you arrogantly assume (you're right in some respects, but very wrong in others)--knowledge.
It's also about what's wrong with the Prime Directive, namely, that once you're watching a thing, observing a thing, you're party to it, part of it. Your act of watching changes reality. Like with photons, or whatever. Schrödinger Heisenberg etc. If you weren't there, then yes, things would just unfold however they were going to unfold, but you are there, and so if you decide not to get involved, then it means you're permitting whatever bad things might happen that you might be capable of stopping.
Don't get me wrong: messing around and getting involved can be equally bad. All I'm saying is that once you're there, you ARE involved, and doing nothing is as much of a game changer as doing something.
Nyr is the resource-having character, assailed by depression because he's realized, upon being wakened from his most recent cryo-sleep, that his society back on Earth has likely died off, that he is the last of his people. He's woken by Lynesse Fourth Daughter, to whose lineage he made a promise some great grandmothers ago, when he last woke up (and broke the Prime Directive) by helping out said great-great (etc.) grandmother. This time, there's a demon to fight...
And the story unfolds. It was very fun to see Nyr from Lynesse (and her ally Esha)'s point of view, and to see them from his. The demon (it can't be a demon, Nyr thinks to himself, but in fact for all intents and purposes it IS a demon, very Stranger Things-ish) is suitably awful and scary.
There were two ways (to my mind) that the story could have ended for Nyr, and I definitely preferred the ending that Tchaikovsky chose, which goes along with his general outlook as I know it from the Children of Time books. About the only niggle I have with the story is that I'm not very satisfied with the finality of the demon vanquishing. I was kind of expecting more exploration/explanation of what it was, which would then let me believe in the permanence of its defeat, but as it's an eldritch horror from the Upside Down, pretty much, ehhhhnnnn, I feel like it might find its way back? But it's gone for now, and that'll have to do.
It's also about what's wrong with the Prime Directive, namely, that once you're watching a thing, observing a thing, you're party to it, part of it. Your act of watching changes reality. Like with photons, or whatever. Schrödinger Heisenberg etc. If you weren't there, then yes, things would just unfold however they were going to unfold, but you are there, and so if you decide not to get involved, then it means you're permitting whatever bad things might happen that you might be capable of stopping.
Don't get me wrong: messing around and getting involved can be equally bad. All I'm saying is that once you're there, you ARE involved, and doing nothing is as much of a game changer as doing something.
Nyr is the resource-having character, assailed by depression because he's realized, upon being wakened from his most recent cryo-sleep, that his society back on Earth has likely died off, that he is the last of his people. He's woken by Lynesse Fourth Daughter, to whose lineage he made a promise some great grandmothers ago, when he last woke up (and broke the Prime Directive) by helping out said great-great (etc.) grandmother. This time, there's a demon to fight...
And the story unfolds. It was very fun to see Nyr from Lynesse (and her ally Esha)'s point of view, and to see them from his. The demon (it can't be a demon, Nyr thinks to himself, but in fact for all intents and purposes it IS a demon, very Stranger Things-ish) is suitably awful and scary.
There were two ways (to my mind) that the story could have ended for Nyr, and I definitely preferred the ending that Tchaikovsky chose, which goes along with his general outlook as I know it from the Children of Time books. About the only niggle I have with the story is that I'm not very satisfied with the finality of the demon vanquishing. I was kind of expecting more exploration/explanation of what it was, which would then let me believe in the permanence of its defeat, but as it's an eldritch horror from the Upside Down, pretty much, ehhhhnnnn, I feel like it might find its way back? But it's gone for now, and that'll have to do.
The Porch 2.0
Apr. 29th, 2026 08:14 pmscalziwhatever_feed
You may remember that last month the Scalzi Compound was hit with 80mph winds and as a result part of our porch railing was blown out, which was the excuse we needed to replace it entirely with something more robust. That replacement is now here: the new post are thicker and heavier (6 inches by 6 inches, rather than the previous four by four) and reinforced above and below. The new railing (and the post cladding) is made from composites so it will last longer and look better.
Although I don’t want to tempt fate by saying this new porch railing and its support posts will laugh in the face of 80mph winds, in point of fact they should be fine in anything short of a tornado, and if we have a tornado, we will have a whole host of other problems, and the porch railing will be way down the list.
The porch railing taken care of, our back deck is next on our contactor’s list of things to renovate; stay tuned for that.
— JS
Using AI to supercharge environmental causes on social media
Apr. 29th, 2026 04:20 pmphys_environment_feedResearchers Dr. Noushin Mohammadian and Prof. Dr. Omid Fatahi Valilai of Constructor University in Bremen have presented a new strategy that merges social media intelligence, behavioral assessment, and AI-assisted content creation to make environmental campaigns more adaptive, responsive, and scalable in engaging the public. Specifically anchored in "Zero Pollution" initiatives, the model utilized AI as an adaptive agent capable of both drafting posts and responding directly to citizen feedback in real time.
What women's work songs reveal about the changing climate
Apr. 29th, 2026 04:00 pmphys_environment_feedAnusuyabai Pandekar and her daughter-in-law Mandabai sit facing each other beside a stone grindmill. The mill is still. No grain rests between its stones. No flour gathers at the edges. Instead it sits between them like an object from another time.
New fridge-freezer!
Apr. 29th, 2026 08:21 pmaunty_marionNew fridge arrived at about 12.15, or a little after; The deliverymen handily got the top-box down for me, jiggled the old fridge out (I had to hide behind the closed door while they got it past the corners in the living room), and got the new one in. It had to sit for at least two hours, probably got three, before being turned on; it is now on, and cooling down - though I can't find the at-least two fridge thermometers I took out of the old one... I expect they're in a bag. The milk has so far lasted OK, standing in a cool bag surrounded by other things, but after I'd eaten I had a nap and have been to Iceland, so an illicit 2L of milk and 6 creme caramel pots are now in the new fridge. It's supposed to want 6 hours, according to the manual, but I expect it can cope with that much after four.
The only disadvantage of it is that the doors don't open completely flat sideways, so I'm going to have to rejig what stands in front of it so I can get round the 'corner' to get things in and out. I'm gradually unpacking a bag at a time of stuff that came out of the kitchen (or was moved from the hall/living-room). The 'veg rack' (originally bought in the 1970s, I think - I had a pair of them, which I bought for paperback bookshelves!) desperately needs cleaning, sorting out, and restacking. And the shelves in the kitchen were emptied and moved for the installation, so they've got to be refilled. And of course the food... I fully expect to be dumping all the frozen stuff, though I knew there wasn't much hope of saving it; but at least it's not a lot. I shall do what I can of that sort of thing tomorrow (I'm pretty much knackered tonight, though might get a few things rearranged), and hope to go out to knit group as normal.
The only disadvantage of it is that the doors don't open completely flat sideways, so I'm going to have to rejig what stands in front of it so I can get round the 'corner' to get things in and out. I'm gradually unpacking a bag at a time of stuff that came out of the kitchen (or was moved from the hall/living-room). The 'veg rack' (originally bought in the 1970s, I think - I had a pair of them, which I bought for paperback bookshelves!) desperately needs cleaning, sorting out, and restacking. And the shelves in the kitchen were emptied and moved for the installation, so they've got to be refilled. And of course the food... I fully expect to be dumping all the frozen stuff, though I knew there wasn't much hope of saving it; but at least it's not a lot. I shall do what I can of that sort of thing tomorrow (I'm pretty much knackered tonight, though might get a few things rearranged), and hope to go out to knit group as normal.
Bundle of Holding: Traveller Great Rift (2022)
Apr. 29th, 2026 02:37 pmjames_davis_nicoll
The Traveller Great Rift Bundle features void-spanning campaign sets for the Second Edition Traveller tabletop roleplaying game line from Mongoose Publishing.
Bundle of Holding: Traveller Great Rift (2022)
Solitude
Apr. 29th, 2026 01:55 pmmallorys_cameraTwo things I'm conscientious about on a daily basis: making money and exercising.
I had to sign an ADA for the latest revenue-generating scheme, and the gig has no security: It could end tomorrow or maybe even after dinner tonight! (True of freelance writing, too, of course.)
But the work itself is so entertaining, I sometimes have a hard time pulling myself away from it. My years and years of Photoshop expertise finally paying off! And also a certain facility for what one might call imagination-casting, I suppose. I can make the nut in four hours a day—but I can also make extra. Ya gotta cut hay while the sun shines! I tell myself. True dat, but it does eat into time allocated to the Work in Progress.
###
I've increased my exercise tolerance: I'm now tromping three miles a day and will shortly return to the gym again to start working on upper-body strength. This was the year I finally started looking old to myself. No idea whether that's a real change or morbid self-consciousness. (I mean, I'm 74, of course I should look old.) I'm not talking wrinkles or crepe neck; I'm talking about the way my eyes seem to sink into their suddenly gaunt sockets: My face looks positively skull-like. Of course, I lost about 10 lbs working for Schlock, and as is always the case, I didn't lose it in my belly (where frankly I could afford to lose it); I lost it in my face and arms.
And there's also my clothes. I take an impish, almost perverse pleasure in dressing like a bag lady. (God knows why. I have an excellent eye for fashion.) But in the wake of all that weight loss, my pants are actually sagging, I have a hard time keeping them up. I look like some sort of low-rent rap star wannabe, MC Patty TaxBwana! Good grooming is a significator of mental health— as without, so within—so I really need to spruce up my image.
###
This has been a bad time for farmers and gardeners in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. About two weeks ago, during a brief run of 80° temps, all the fruit trees burst into blossom. Literally two days later, nighttime temperatures plummeted into the 20°s. The fruit blossoms' delicate pistils froze, which probably means that there won't be any apples, peaches, or cherries in the Hudson Valley this year. The celebratory marigolds and strawberries I planted died, too. Fortunately, I didn't plant very many of them.
It's still dropping into the 30°s at night here. Not frost, but difficult for tender seedlings. But by next week, we should be moving into night-time 40°s, and I'll plant some more. I sowed some peas along the fence two weeks ago—peas are hardy, cold-weather plants—but only a few of them sprouted. Peas and lettuce are the only things I grow from seeds. Usually, I buy baby plants from the nurseries—though this year, I scored a bunch of Roma tomato seedlings from a lady on Facebook.
In the meantime, I'm cleaning up my plot. Weeding, replacing the winter straw ground cover with wood chips. Nettles in particular seem to thrive in coolish weather, so it is a lot of work that involves much ferrying of laden wheelbarrels over long distances. (The New Paltz Community Garden is huge.) Ferrying laden wheelbarrels is hard on the back.
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Dolores (not her real name), the lady who gifted me the seedlings, is a very nice lady struggling to maintain sobriety by posting on the New Paltz Page on Facebook 30 times a day, attempting to rally what she calls Community (with a capital C). She gives away seedlings, she gives away baked goods, she solicits donations on behalf of the battered cats who show up regularly at her door. She lives in what was once one of those old Dutch stone houses. Was there a fire? The house seems to have been extensively rebuilt, but that was a while ago. It has very low ceilings and very small rooms. I borrowed it to be Neal's house in the Work in Progress.
I could tell Dolores would be happy to hang out, but I don't want to hang out with her, I don't want to hang out with anyone. I've fully embraced my solitude; I no longer feel isolated. Talking to other people right now is an effort.
I had to sign an ADA for the latest revenue-generating scheme, and the gig has no security: It could end tomorrow or maybe even after dinner tonight! (True of freelance writing, too, of course.)
But the work itself is so entertaining, I sometimes have a hard time pulling myself away from it. My years and years of Photoshop expertise finally paying off! And also a certain facility for what one might call imagination-casting, I suppose. I can make the nut in four hours a day—but I can also make extra. Ya gotta cut hay while the sun shines! I tell myself. True dat, but it does eat into time allocated to the Work in Progress.
###
I've increased my exercise tolerance: I'm now tromping three miles a day and will shortly return to the gym again to start working on upper-body strength. This was the year I finally started looking old to myself. No idea whether that's a real change or morbid self-consciousness. (I mean, I'm 74, of course I should look old.) I'm not talking wrinkles or crepe neck; I'm talking about the way my eyes seem to sink into their suddenly gaunt sockets: My face looks positively skull-like. Of course, I lost about 10 lbs working for Schlock, and as is always the case, I didn't lose it in my belly (where frankly I could afford to lose it); I lost it in my face and arms.
And there's also my clothes. I take an impish, almost perverse pleasure in dressing like a bag lady. (God knows why. I have an excellent eye for fashion.) But in the wake of all that weight loss, my pants are actually sagging, I have a hard time keeping them up. I look like some sort of low-rent rap star wannabe, MC Patty TaxBwana! Good grooming is a significator of mental health— as without, so within—so I really need to spruce up my image.
###
This has been a bad time for farmers and gardeners in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. About two weeks ago, during a brief run of 80° temps, all the fruit trees burst into blossom. Literally two days later, nighttime temperatures plummeted into the 20°s. The fruit blossoms' delicate pistils froze, which probably means that there won't be any apples, peaches, or cherries in the Hudson Valley this year. The celebratory marigolds and strawberries I planted died, too. Fortunately, I didn't plant very many of them.
It's still dropping into the 30°s at night here. Not frost, but difficult for tender seedlings. But by next week, we should be moving into night-time 40°s, and I'll plant some more. I sowed some peas along the fence two weeks ago—peas are hardy, cold-weather plants—but only a few of them sprouted. Peas and lettuce are the only things I grow from seeds. Usually, I buy baby plants from the nurseries—though this year, I scored a bunch of Roma tomato seedlings from a lady on Facebook.
In the meantime, I'm cleaning up my plot. Weeding, replacing the winter straw ground cover with wood chips. Nettles in particular seem to thrive in coolish weather, so it is a lot of work that involves much ferrying of laden wheelbarrels over long distances. (The New Paltz Community Garden is huge.) Ferrying laden wheelbarrels is hard on the back.
###
Dolores (not her real name), the lady who gifted me the seedlings, is a very nice lady struggling to maintain sobriety by posting on the New Paltz Page on Facebook 30 times a day, attempting to rally what she calls Community (with a capital C). She gives away seedlings, she gives away baked goods, she solicits donations on behalf of the battered cats who show up regularly at her door. She lives in what was once one of those old Dutch stone houses. Was there a fire? The house seems to have been extensively rebuilt, but that was a while ago. It has very low ceilings and very small rooms. I borrowed it to be Neal's house in the Work in Progress.
I could tell Dolores would be happy to hang out, but I don't want to hang out with her, I don't want to hang out with anyone. I've fully embraced my solitude; I no longer feel isolated. Talking to other people right now is an effort.
Image: Fires rage in Georgia
Apr. 29th, 2026 01:40 pmphys_environment_feedFirefighters are battling two destructive blazes in the southern part of the state as drought grips the U.S. Southeast. An extreme drought that has gripped the Southeast for months helped fuel two large, destructive, human-caused wildland fires in southern Georgia in April 2026. The Pineland Road and Highway 82 fires together burned more than 50,000 acres (20,000 hectares) as of April 28, according to the Georgia Forestry Commission.
Wednesday feels that the Resistentialist Uprising is approaching
Apr. 29th, 2026 06:08 pmoursinWhat I read
Finished The Tunnel (Pilgrimage #4).
Finished Tehanu.
Both of these were put aside to gulp down two of the honestly least memorable of Robert B Parker's Spenser thrillers, Double Deuce (#19) (1992) and Thin Air (#22) (1995) (I even skipped the inset passages from kidnapping victim's viewpoint) which was basically the equivalent of needing a stiff drink after wrestling with the 'prove you are a real person with verified identity' app last week.
Also read classic noir by William Lindsay Gresham, Nightmare Alley (1946), as having been wanting to do so since we watched a movie version some while ago. Very bleak - and the central character is profoundly unsympathetic even by noir standards.
Also another Parker, Back Story (#30) (2003), a bit less dire - part of that subgenre that was going around at the time in mysteries/thrillers, whereby something that happened in the heated days of the 60s/70s has repercussions or case is reopened or whatever.
On the go
Back to Ursula and Tales from Earthsea.
Up next
Maybe continue with Earthsea, maybe not.
Where Has Social Media Gone?
Apr. 28th, 2026 12:48 pmdanah_boyd_feedtl;dr: Read “Social Media Is Now Parasocial Media”
The lovely folks at the Social Media + Society journal asked me to contribute to their anniversary issue by reflecting on the trajectory of social media. Ooof. Snark exuded from my pores as I tried to figure out what I might say. But then I thought about how my students don’t know about an era of social media without recommended content, algorithmically curated feeds, and an infinite scroll of cotton candy content. They never encountered a world of social media where people were focused on sharing with their friends rather than becoming influencers. They don’t realize how much the “social” in social media has changed.
As I tried to unpack in my mind what social media has become, I kept coming back to how the dominant practice has shifted to consumption rather than production. Media scholars have always argued that consuming TV is social even if you watch alone because of the power of using TV content in social settings, like the water cooler. I don’t want to negate this collective experience to TV, although the content we consume online is so fragmented that there is no unifying consumption pattern despite there being meaningful networked-based consumption practices. But still, there’s something tangibly different about the social-ness of consuming to discuss vs. consuming in a dialogic engagement.
In putting pen-to-paper, I kept coming back to how odd the term “social media” now feels to me. And of course I’m biased because I lived through the contestations over how to label the various websites that we’ve come to know as social media. So I had a very particular understanding of the term, one that no longer exists.
“Social Media Is Now Parasocial Media” is my attempt to reckon with the evolution of social media into a format that I feel is no longer meaningfully social. It’s open-access so check it out. And if you have feels, push back! I’d love to hear your thoughts!!!
Wednesday reading
Apr. 29th, 2026 06:02 pmqueen_ypolitaFinished since the last reading post
Finished Game Changer, which was OK, but not one that I found particularly engaging.
Also finished Käräjät, which was wonderful all the way through.
Read Road Rules by Brigham Vaughn, a romance novel in a series that I've read most of before.
Also read Talven soturit (Les guerriers de l'hiver) by Olivier Norek in Susanna Tuomi-Giddings's Finnish translation. This was a bit unusual novel, about the Finnish winter war of 1939-40 written by a French author. Not bad, although not the kind of novel I'm usually after.
Also finished Red Closet, which was very interesting all the way through.
Currently reading
Still reading The Sutton Hoo Story. Started reading Blanka, Itämeren tytär by Ulla Rask, a Finnish historical novel set in the early 17th century.
Reading next
Not sure but I'll need to pick up some travel reading.
Finished Game Changer, which was OK, but not one that I found particularly engaging.
Also finished Käräjät, which was wonderful all the way through.
Read Road Rules by Brigham Vaughn, a romance novel in a series that I've read most of before.
Also read Talven soturit (Les guerriers de l'hiver) by Olivier Norek in Susanna Tuomi-Giddings's Finnish translation. This was a bit unusual novel, about the Finnish winter war of 1939-40 written by a French author. Not bad, although not the kind of novel I'm usually after.
Also finished Red Closet, which was very interesting all the way through.
Currently reading
Still reading The Sutton Hoo Story. Started reading Blanka, Itämeren tytär by Ulla Rask, a Finnish historical novel set in the early 17th century.
Reading next
Not sure but I'll need to pick up some travel reading.
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Apr. 29th, 2026 12:29 pmmajuI keep slightly annoyingly waking up at or just before 4:30 am. In general I don't feel particularly tired when I wake up at that time, so maybe I'll start setting my alarm earlier. I like the fact that when I get up that early it's easy to go for a walk or a run around 6, around sunrise when it's getting quite light outside. I'm enjoying these early morning excursions now that it's not so cold, because it's so quiet and peaceful. The past few mornings have been in the low 40s/6 - 7C. I come back with my fingers and toes feeling cold but the rest of me comfortably warm.
I remember writing, on one of my very early visits to this house and neighbourhood in 2023, that when I went out walking I didn't see any other walkers. I don't know what was going on back then, but these days I see plenty of other people, some walking dogs, some just running or walking alone or occasionally in pairs, and I exchange greetings or just waves with almost all of them. It's not like there are crowds of people, but it's rare for me to go out and not see anyone. I wish I could recognise them if I see them again though. (I'm starting to recognise a couple of the dogs though.)
This morning I ran past the Gulf petrol station and saw that petrol was $4.17 per gallon. Last week it was $3.95, so I decided I'd fill my car today before it goes up again. Therefore I was somewhat annoyed to find that between 6:30 am (when I ran past) and 10 am (when I went back in my car) it had risen to $4.23. And then I discovered that $4.23 was the cash price; because I was paying by card it was actually $4.29. Grrr. Oh well, in Australia people are paying an average of something over $7 per gallon. And I'm not using my car much so this tank full should last quite a while.
I remember writing, on one of my very early visits to this house and neighbourhood in 2023, that when I went out walking I didn't see any other walkers. I don't know what was going on back then, but these days I see plenty of other people, some walking dogs, some just running or walking alone or occasionally in pairs, and I exchange greetings or just waves with almost all of them. It's not like there are crowds of people, but it's rare for me to go out and not see anyone. I wish I could recognise them if I see them again though. (I'm starting to recognise a couple of the dogs though.)
This morning I ran past the Gulf petrol station and saw that petrol was $4.17 per gallon. Last week it was $3.95, so I decided I'd fill my car today before it goes up again. Therefore I was somewhat annoyed to find that between 6:30 am (when I ran past) and 10 am (when I went back in my car) it had risen to $4.23. And then I discovered that $4.23 was the cash price; because I was paying by card it was actually $4.29. Grrr. Oh well, in Australia people are paying an average of something over $7 per gallon. And I'm not using my car much so this tank full should last quite a while.
Soft clothes day
Apr. 29th, 2026 08:36 amsusandennisAfter dinner or sometimes before, my Mom would go to her room announcing she was putting on her soft clothes. Sometimes it was sweats. Sometimes it was nightgown and robe. It was comfortable clothes, no bra and meant to be seen by family only.
I had a great swim this morning. The Mariners game is at 10:40 today. I have no other obligations or things I want to do outside this apartment and enough food so I don't even need to go get any so I have declared today a Soft Clothes Day. Sweat pants, a Mariners 3/4 sleeve t shirt and no bra. Cause, why not?
My doctors' office is switching from their own online portal which is kind of a dog to My Chart which is less of a dog. The switch over is going to take place on May 2 - Saturday. They have it set up so that on Saturday (or after) you can, apparently create an account but not until then. My doctor did make a remark when last we talked that finally she'll have a decent connection with her patients so I am interested to see what the differences are. I was one of the first patients to use My Chart when my Seattle doctor got it years ago. I wonder if it will remember me.
Ok so. I just logged onto the my old MyChart which now shows my current primary doctor! Her info is in shadow and in complete so clearly a coming soon situation. And there is an umbrella MyChart (now known, apparently, as Epic) where I can link my two accounts. So I'm now all set up on it and will add the new link on Saturday. It would be very cool if it also linked the info - like if I could see/compare 10 years of test results.
Oh! A silver Audi convertible sports car just left the garage with the top down. Old guy in ballcap at the wheel. Now there's a true picture of the much overused expression - living his best life.
Ok, time to get off the computer and empty the dishwasher, and tidy up before first pitch.
I had a great swim this morning. The Mariners game is at 10:40 today. I have no other obligations or things I want to do outside this apartment and enough food so I don't even need to go get any so I have declared today a Soft Clothes Day. Sweat pants, a Mariners 3/4 sleeve t shirt and no bra. Cause, why not?
My doctors' office is switching from their own online portal which is kind of a dog to My Chart which is less of a dog. The switch over is going to take place on May 2 - Saturday. They have it set up so that on Saturday (or after) you can, apparently create an account but not until then. My doctor did make a remark when last we talked that finally she'll have a decent connection with her patients so I am interested to see what the differences are. I was one of the first patients to use My Chart when my Seattle doctor got it years ago. I wonder if it will remember me.
Ok so. I just logged onto the my old MyChart which now shows my current primary doctor! Her info is in shadow and in complete so clearly a coming soon situation. And there is an umbrella MyChart (now known, apparently, as Epic) where I can link my two accounts. So I'm now all set up on it and will add the new link on Saturday. It would be very cool if it also linked the info - like if I could see/compare 10 years of test results.
Oh! A silver Audi convertible sports car just left the garage with the top down. Old guy in ballcap at the wheel. Now there's a true picture of the much overused expression - living his best life.
Ok, time to get off the computer and empty the dishwasher, and tidy up before first pitch.
Why rainfall remains hard to predict in a warming world
Apr. 29th, 2026 11:00 amphys_environment_feedA new study led by the University of Oxford and ETH Zurich reveals that a key part of the climate system—the large-scale wind patterns that determine where rain falls—can be underestimated by current climate models, helping explain why forecasts of regional rainfall remain uncertain. Ultimately, this insight could enable more confident projections of future rainfall patterns, supporting better preparation for floods and droughts.
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Apr. 29th, 2026 11:14 amflamingswordMy big leg scrape has mostly healed up and looks like, if it scars at all, it will be tiny. Yay!
Also: I put peach sweetener and a splash of cream in the sun tea from yesterday and it is so complex and lovely.
Also also: my head and body do not ache, and I feel okay to work later today.
It’s being a much better morning than the two previous days, and I hope your morning is equally delightful.
Also: I put peach sweetener and a splash of cream in the sun tea from yesterday and it is so complex and lovely.
Also also: my head and body do not ache, and I feel okay to work later today.
It’s being a much better morning than the two previous days, and I hope your morning is equally delightful.