That's great as long as we avoid discussing the amount of energy and materials that go into producing the wind turbines, the number of wind turbines needed, the short life span of the parts, the energy needed to replicate and replace those parts, the disposal problems, and the environmental damage the wind turbines do. Wind power is renewable, but it is not green.
That doesn't sound very happy. But happily, you can use renewable energy to produce things that can produce even more renewable energy. Globally, we're now producing about 30% of our electricity from renewables. Much better than using oil, gas, and coal to extract more oil, gas, and coal - of which there is a finite amount. And the environmental impacts, well.. any kind of comparison would just be.. I mean, what can you say. Another fun, happy fact. The province I live in, which is home to some 15 million people, generates 92% of its electricity from renewable sources. As recently as 20 years ago, a full 25% of our power was generated by burning coal. Unnecessarily, it turns out. The last coal plants in the province were shut down in 2014. Now those are some things to be happy about !
No, it wasn't a happy post. But after over fifty years as a scientist, I have little patience with folks linking arms, singing kumbaya, and blissfully ignoring the problems presented by the latest miracle in power production. The happy thought: I've finished bringing the thread down for the evening. Happy Yule to all.
my new favorite thing to do is to put classical music on the dive bar jukebox…waiting on Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite right now.
Yesterday was the first snowfall of the winter, but not enough to stick. This morning I woke to at least thin patchy snow on the ground everywhere. Not quite a white Christmas, but pretty close anyway.
These days when I get out of bed and go sit in the room with the computer, where I of course get stuck for at least an hour, and haven't put on shoes yet. My feet were almost numb. Thankfully this house is a hundred years old and has heat registers in the floor, so I can stand on one while the heat is blowing. Ahh, feels so good! Then I remembered I recently bought a box of disposable chemical hand warmers for the hiking/camping I'm going to do soon, and I haven't even tried them out yet. So I popped a pair open and put them in my shoes. Feels amazing, but it also feels like my socks are all bunched up under my toes. Hey, I can live with that!
Starting this year with a bang in my writing. 616 words in. Gonna take it day-by-day, as one should when handling all projects. It's like building a house. Yeah, the end goal is, well, a beautiful house with a curated garden but what's important is the daily goal to GET there. The house isn't gonna build itself, and it certainly isn't gonna look good without a structured daily plan. . And, of course, as my writing mentor and the others have attempted to drill into my stubborn, Berlin Wall-esque head, one project at a time. One house at a time. You can spend your whole life building houses, if you'd like. You can fantasize all you want about the different houses you can build, but the house you're working on right now? That's what you need to focus on. ❤ . Here's to 2024! Onwards!
Finished the first draft of my third novel today. Time to celebrate ! Spoiler: spoilering for image size
You're meaning to tell me that there is actually a spirit with the name Writer's Tears? I thought you were joking!
Hi everyone, I'm back! Been super busy with college stuff lately, and I'm happy to report that I've secured a full ride! Already got my housing application done and the contract signed, so now i just have to wait.
I mostly stutter when exhausted, anxious, or depressed. Incidences decreased after I reached adulthood, but as I creep into my second childhood, I've noticed the stutter is creeping right along with me. Mine takes the form of long pauses as I struggle to get a word into place. It's like being stuck in verbal mud. Maybe its a sign from the universe that I should increase the amount of time I keep my mouth shut from now on. Unfortunately, I make part of my living speaking in public so I can't shut up all together. Once after a reeanactment, I mentioned my frustration at getting stuck in the middle of multiple sentences. She said she thought I was pausing for dramatic effect. That's fine, but who pauses for dramatic effect when saying something like, "I'm looking for two inch furnace filters. Do you have any in stock?"
Those pauses are called Blocks. I have Blocks too! Mine happens in the middle of words, rather than sentences. Like "how now brown c......ow". Its exactly as you described, its a struggle to get sound out now matter how hard i force. And when i finally get the word out, i am winded and dont feel like talking anymore. It sucks on the phone because people tend to hang up thinking the phone disconnected (unless i start the phone call with "i stutter, please be patient"). Also, people tend to grow out of stuttering. 1% do not grow out of it. And there are even less women and girls who stutter all around (says stats). Thats why i was super happy to meet that coworker and he was surprised to meet me lol. He doesnt block, though. His stutter is a bit different, but we both have developed similar habits regarding it
Block. Okay, I learned something new. What I do has a special name. In graduate school, I had a boyfriend who stuttered. The first time we went out, I told him that I occasionally stutter relapsed and didn't want him to think I was making fun of him. Lemme tell ya, that boy made stuttering sexy.
Nearly two and a half years ago, my dear mother was diagnosed as "end-of-life". She probably still is, but she's completely compos mentis and today we're celebrating her birthday. We have a letter from Charles, King of England And cake from Tracey, Queen of baking
I’ve enjoyed my time off, a lot of stuff has been checked off the list of things to be done around the house, but I’ll enjoy staring my new job next Monday even more.
I'm in agreement. You mention kitty; you upload photo of kitty. If you no upload photo of kitty, the WF gods will disown you.
