More. Of everything.

Temperature: 10/50 degrees. October started off cool, got warmer, warmer still when the remnants of Kirk blew in, then cool again, soon warmer again, so who knows what winter will look like.

Eating: my version of a salade niçoise.

Drinking: Blossa’s annual glögg sometime soon. Because there’s whisky in it, I hear. And…algae? In glögg. O-kaaay.

Listening: to Trump speak of immigrants, the queer community, and non-Europeans as less than human. Who speaks of migrants in a dehumanizing way? A xenophobe. Who speaks of other minorities in derogatory terms? A bigot. Who speaks of races and in a denigrating fashion? A racist. And this is the man you’d have lead your country? O-kaaay. Sounds like a man for every man, maybe even some women, so long as you are white, straight and Christian. (Although what sort of Christian spouts that much hatred and division I’m sure I don’t know.) You do know who got there first, right? Happy Native American Day!

Watching: The Summer Book as soon as it releases. What? January?! Nooooo!!!

Reading: picks for Halloween? This will give you the heebie-jeebies. How is capitalism, the demand for constant growth and consumption, compatible with our crumbling habitats? It isn’t. Tell that to Ultrarich Inc. consolidating wealth and power at a pace that will be the end of us, including them. For supposedly smart people they don’t seem particularly wise.

Writing: to tell you that space colonies won’t save those rich enough to reach them. Mounting evidence suggests that space travel severely harms the human body.

Thinking: we’re screwed, aren’t we, and in no hurry to course-correct. After thirty years of agreeing to curb emissions, emissions have gone up by seventy percent. Humans have spent but an eyeblink on this planet and we’re already running out of road.

Feeling: When not an instrument in service of aid, cooperation, common good, sustainable development and innovation, money ruins everything.