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You mentioned in a post on my dash that you were old enough to experience real seasons unaltered by climate change. What was that like?
I was young, so it feels like something I read in a book sometimes. I remember how chilly it could get at night in the summer, which doesn't seem to happen as much anymore.
That's actually the thing that seems to keep popping back up in my mind - that like, it was really chilly in the mornings in summer even, and it would warm up, and it seems to just kind of... stay warm all the time.
I dunno. The seasons were more distinct, there were bigger temperature swings on individual days, and like... weather was more predictable on a seasonal basis, if not on a daily basis.
Like... the kind of seasons you read about in Olde Tyme Books? They... were real things. We didn't always have snow on Winter Break, but we had a pretty predictable number of snow days?
And it almost feels silly to talk about it. "What were normal seasons like, Uncle Spider?"
But yeah.
Watch seasonal-based movies made before about 1975 -- ones set around Easter, or Halloween, or New Year’s -- and pay attention to what people are wearing. Late October? It got cold when the sun went down, like ‘put on a jacket’ cold and I’m not talking northern US, I’m talking Georgia.
Today (Aug 18) is only a week before the start of most public schools in the US. A week from now? Back then, it’d already be chilly in the morning, enough to need a windbreaker on the way to school. By midday it would’ve warmed up, but even in Georgia the mornings had a nip to them by end of August, start of September.
And in northern Virginia, not sure about now, but the schools used to plan for ten snow days a year. I recall one year we had eleven days off thanks to a foot or so of fresh snow every two or three days. Even in years we didn’t use all the snow days, there were still frequent late openings and early closings. It wasn’t all that uncommon for summer vacation to start a week later, because those days had to be made up, somewhere.
Locally, this summer has (despite the terrible heat elsewhere in the US) been a strange bit of callback to my childhood. Excepting two nights all summer, every night it’s dropped to 72F at the highest, but most often in the 60s -- with the caveat that it sometimes took half the night to get there. It’s not a sharp drop like I remember, as a child. But at least it has been cool enough to leave the windows open and a fan on -- and that’s the kind of summer I grew up with, in Alabama and Georgia (regions significantly warmer, otherwise, than the mid-atlantic where I live now).
That sharp drop was the reason my dad installed a whole-house fan every place we lived: because the evening air would legitimately drop a good 5-10 degrees as the sun set. Enough to open the windows, run the fan, and the whole house would cool right down by dinnertime.
Now? If we go by last summer, even having a house set up perfectly (central open staircase) for a whole-house fan, what’s the point if the temperature stays just as high after the sun goes down, as it was before?
Yeah, I remember having to wear a coat over my Halloween costume (and being seriously angry about it, because what’s the point of the costume if no one can see it?) and having the windows open in the evenings. Now I don’t dare leave the windows open overnight because it gets so hot so fast in the morning.
I'm in the pacific northwest and while we've had some really freaky weather this year in particular (like, February levels of cold happening in June levels of freaky), overall it has been getting hotter and hotter every year. And yeah, it doesn't really cool down in the evenings in summer anymore. It can be 2 in the morning and still too hot to sleep, and it starts getting unbearably hot before the sun is even all the way risen.
Yeah it was 85 degrees at midnight on Tuesday in Portland this week.
I grew up in Houston in the 1980s.
I was on the swim team and in June, the pool would be chilly at 8am. And we’d freeze at swim meets once the sun went down. July was much hotter. July and August were the only times we’d see it over 100 and those were rare enough that I wasn’t allowed to play outside.
In the winter, freezes were rare and never lasted long. That’s not nostalgia—I remember some years we wouldn’t buy heavy coats.
The weather IS worse. Hotter in the summer and colder in the winter.
Oh yeah. It WAS cold at swim practice in the morning, wasn't it? I was in MD when I was little, but it was like... it was chilly. You really had to stretch and warm up so you didn't hurt yourself from the cold water.
It's still regularly hitting the 90s and even 100s where I'm at. This IS a more deserty area of the state than some others, but it's still not normal for it to stay this hot this long.
I remember having regular WEATHER as a kid. By that I mean sometimes it just rained, and sometimes it just snowed. It wasn't all big storms. We didn't constantly track (and break) records of "when" and "how much."
yeah it wasn’t that big storms didn’t happen - i’m from the midwest, and they certainly did - but there was a predictability to the rhythm of them that feels lost now? i feel like every season anymore i’m wondering will this be a hot winter or is it going to rain at all this spring when it used to be pretty solidly predictable when the leaves would change, when the first snows would hit, when you’d get the spring storms, etc etc. obviously there was always the occasional exceptional storm or season, but… not like now.
Do you ever see a bit of historical record from a regular person, like a diary from someone whose name never would have been remembered if the pages hadn't happened to be preserved? And you get a glimpse into their lives as they talk about something bigger than themselves, something huge they can't change, can only experience as its symptoms and consequences blow their way...
That's what this post feels like. First-hand accounts of the last generations to know the world before its twenty-first century climate tipping point. It's eerie.
That's part of the reason I started keeping a physical journal again, to be honest.
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homestar runner?
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Ppl who still read h*mestuck act like they're oppressed because people hate it when like you all spent more than a decade being the most annoying people alive about it on purpose
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anyone who complains about the power of love in media is a little bitch. the power of love fuckign rules. you dont understand anything about life.
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i love when pop stars are delusional
this is the song she’s talking about
It is endlessly incredible to me the degree to which this man always has to go and add something extra. To anyone else --- anyone else on earth --- making a giant teddy bear sculpture out of chocolate is already a hugely ambitious task. Making it with as realistic as he does even more so.
And then. And THEN!
This madman decides that the teddy bear should also have a zipper with stuffing spilling out. The audacity. It's so extra. I love it.
Now you know why white people hate history and having it explained with context.
here's how i explain racism to white guys who never thought about it: on a tobacco plantation is a field full of black slaves, and one white guy getting paid 25 cents a day to sit on a horse with a big hat and a gun. and he keeps those slaves working for his 25 cents and his seat on the horse.
and inside the plantation house is another white man sitting in a cool comfortable chair, sipping lemonade, making a hundred dollars a day off that idiot sweating his ass off on a horse. because if he ever dropped the gun, if he walked off with the slaves...
but he never did. none of those overseers ever did. so that's still going on today. if you're white you're still being handed a hat and a quarter and a gun. and the sun's beating down on all of you out here in this fucking field growing poison for another man's mansion.
and you're never going to get to taste that lemonade.
do you put the gun down?
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Now followed by a strange manifestation in the form of a handsome, shirtless lobster, Jorbin is struggling to find mental balance. Is he really the suave intellectual giant he sees in his head, or a deeply goofy bigot who’s utterly out of his mind?
No matter what, one thing’s for sure: Jorbin Peterson is an awful hang.
This important tale is 4,500 words of sexless self-discovery between a physically manifested humanoid lobster and a smug, self-important manic who uses vague, half-baked ideas and big words to sound smart when in reality he’s just a weird little guy and honestly it’s not that difficult to see it.
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