Climate Cat
@samcherubin.bsky.social
Climate health author. 'The Crisis Is Here' launches January 2026.
It's the practical roadmap for people who care deeply about climate impacts but feel paralyzed by not knowing where to start.
https://www.samcherubin.com/
It's the practical roadmap for people who care deeply about climate impacts but feel paralyzed by not knowing where to start.
https://www.samcherubin.com/
I was just in Halifax a few months ago, which seemed like Shambhala or Eden.
And now you are saying there is a serpent in the Garden, and its name is Halifax Transit?
And now you are saying there is a serpent in the Garden, and its name is Halifax Transit?
December 2, 2025 at 2:25 PM
I was just in Halifax a few months ago, which seemed like Shambhala or Eden.
And now you are saying there is a serpent in the Garden, and its name is Halifax Transit?
And now you are saying there is a serpent in the Garden, and its name is Halifax Transit?
It was was in that most private of chambers, where mortal man seeks both relief and reflection, that I was beset by a headline most grievous and cruel.
September 8, 2025 at 1:40 AM
It was was in that most private of chambers, where mortal man seeks both relief and reflection, that I was beset by a headline most grievous and cruel.
The choice is ours: to gnaw at the carcass of a world undone, or to craft, even yet, a sustenance worthy of generations to come.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
The choice is ours: to gnaw at the carcass of a world undone, or to craft, even yet, a sustenance worthy of generations to come.
And so, gentle reader, if it falls to you to consider this most unnatural dish, consider also the banquet of history spread before us.
The table is long, the hour is late, the candles burn low.
The table is long, the hour is late, the candles burn low.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
And so, gentle reader, if it falls to you to consider this most unnatural dish, consider also the banquet of history spread before us.
The table is long, the hour is late, the candles burn low.
The table is long, the hour is late, the candles burn low.
The Tunaturducken asks us whether we shall be creatures of mere appetite or creatures of imagination; whether we shall feast upon folly or forge from it a parable of restraint, fellowship, and renewal.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
The Tunaturducken asks us whether we shall be creatures of mere appetite or creatures of imagination; whether we shall feast upon folly or forge from it a parable of restraint, fellowship, and renewal.
If we can face with solemn honor the absurdity of uniting tuna with turkey, duck, and chicken, perhaps we may also face the still greater absurdities of our age; the refusal to relinquish power, the denial of science, the apathy of the comfortable while the seas rise and the forests burn.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
If we can face with solemn honor the absurdity of uniting tuna with turkey, duck, and chicken, perhaps we may also face the still greater absurdities of our age; the refusal to relinquish power, the denial of science, the apathy of the comfortable while the seas rise and the forests burn.
The Tunaturducken is an emblem, a metaphor, it is the very dilemma of our species, forever combining what should not be combined, consuming more than the earth can offer, stuffing the hollow carcass of the future with the fleeting pleasures of the present.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
The Tunaturducken is an emblem, a metaphor, it is the very dilemma of our species, forever combining what should not be combined, consuming more than the earth can offer, stuffing the hollow carcass of the future with the fleeting pleasures of the present.
In a time when fascism marches in boots across the streets, and climate collapse howls like a storm through the rafters of our common home, who dares say that the joining of fish and fowl is a trifle?
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
In a time when fascism marches in boots across the streets, and climate collapse howls like a storm through the rafters of our common home, who dares say that the joining of fish and fowl is a trifle?
They were creatures never meant to meet, much less to be conjoined.
And yet in this age (our strange and sorrowing age) the mind, beset by calamity, takes refuge in possible fusions.
The question presses not merely upon the tongue but upon the very conscience.
And yet in this age (our strange and sorrowing age) the mind, beset by calamity, takes refuge in possible fusions.
The question presses not merely upon the tongue but upon the very conscience.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
They were creatures never meant to meet, much less to be conjoined.
And yet in this age (our strange and sorrowing age) the mind, beset by calamity, takes refuge in possible fusions.
The question presses not merely upon the tongue but upon the very conscience.
And yet in this age (our strange and sorrowing age) the mind, beset by calamity, takes refuge in possible fusions.
The question presses not merely upon the tongue but upon the very conscience.
Television kills telephony in brothers’ broil.
Our eyes demand their turn.
Let them be seen!
Our eyes demand their turn.
Let them be seen!
September 5, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Television kills telephony in brothers’ broil.
Our eyes demand their turn.
Let them be seen!
Our eyes demand their turn.
Let them be seen!
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What if we took the drinking water used to cool the AI data centers, and used it to cool the nuclear reactors powering the AI data centers, then bottled it as "Aesthetic Water"?
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
September 3, 2025 at 2:49 AM
What if we took the drinking water used to cool the AI data centers, and used it to cool the nuclear reactors powering the AI data centers, then bottled it as "Aesthetic Water"?
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
What if we took the drinking water used to cool the AI data centers, and used it to cool the nuclear reactors powering the AI data centers, then bottled it as "Aesthetic Water"?
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
September 3, 2025 at 2:49 AM
What if we took the drinking water used to cool the AI data centers, and used it to cool the nuclear reactors powering the AI data centers, then bottled it as "Aesthetic Water"?
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
it all began with Clippy
the original Renaissance man
the original Renaissance man
August 20, 2025 at 5:16 PM
it all began with Clippy
the original Renaissance man
the original Renaissance man
I'll bring my Antikythera mechanism.
August 19, 2025 at 12:10 AM
I'll bring my Antikythera mechanism.
Doesn't every house have a Peacock Room?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
August 17, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Doesn't every house have a Peacock Room?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
Plüschfessor Louisidor
Graf von Kuschelforschung
Graf von Kuschelforschung
August 9, 2025 at 3:34 AM
Plüschfessor Louisidor
Graf von Kuschelforschung
Graf von Kuschelforschung
Do the juvenile or immature librarians feel excluded?
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
August 5, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Do the juvenile or immature librarians feel excluded?
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
"Volcanic, the fault line" is a great name for a band.
August 4, 2025 at 2:57 PM
"Volcanic, the fault line" is a great name for a band.
Beautifully written.
August 4, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Beautifully written.