He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public. -Emerson

Thursday, September 15, 2016

We don't have four more years

"If Trump wins would you move back to Amsterdam?" It's not an unreasonable question: Bush's reelection really was a big part of why I decided to stay in the Netherlands as long as I did. "Four more years of that?" I thought, "Four more years for me."

My shot, Amsterdam, June 2008

Still, the first few times I was asked this I brushed off the question. Trump won't be elected, I believed, and still do, so let's not indulge in such imaginings. But yesterday, undeterred, my then-current interlocutor responded that he really didn't like Hillary, the implication being he just couldn't bring himself to vote for her. So this is what I said, more or less calmly.

I'm a one issue voter, and that issue is global warming. There's lots of things I'd like to see changed, but none of those things will matter--none of those things will exist--if we don't change our course sharply and soon. If Trump is elected, the United States government's ability to react to global warming will be crippled. It's not that he doesn't believe in global warming--Trump's beliefs are as malleable as every other part of him--it's that he's an incompetent who believes himself, with good reason, immune to consequence. Trump will have neither the skill nor the motivation to steer the ship, and without a firm hand on the tiller that ship will drift along in the same direction for four more years.

Two points here. First, it is inconceivable to me that we will meet the challenge of global warming without effective action by the US government. Not China, not the EU, not all the multinationals in the world can do what the US government can, for good or for ill. Second--and I'm sorry to say I'll write about this in more detail soon--we don't have four more years. We are already past the practical deadline for radical change required to preserve the world as we know it. We are now rapidly approaching the point in time and carbon that will determine if we face a merely disastrous situation or a runaway scenario the outcome of which is utter destruction for all higher forms of life on the planet, and a goodly portion of the low, too. We may end up in a 6+ degree world without Trump at the helm, but with him there it's 6+ for sure.


You may not like Hillary Clinton, and that's fine. You may wish we'd given Bernie a chance (I do) or you may think in terms of protest votes, unwilling to make the false choice between the lesser of two evils. But this election isn't about what you like. It isn't about making statements, or setting or avoiding precedents. It's not even about choosing between good and evil or shades thereof. This election is about whether there is going to be a United States of which to be President a century from now. You choose.

Monday, August 1, 2016

The Netherlands anew: Schiermonnikoog

And then there is Schiermonnikoog, dear, sweet, vulnerable Schier, and the dear, sweet, enduring people I've always shared it with. How I've looked forward to this! Such expectation, and such satisfaction! Here, a thousand, thousand words.




























Sunday, July 31, 2016

The Netherlands anew: Amsterdam and Broek in Waterland

So wonderful to be back! From the moment we landed, reminders all around that this place is home (though, such lucky people we are, not our only one).

At Schiphol, an ad for a new museum created by a good friend of ours. (And yet, embarrassingly, we didn't manage to get there.)
Settle in, get a celebratory drink, then, before we've time to wonder what we should do first, we run into Frank...
He's on his way to the end-of-school-year party in the park next door...
Where we meet more of our friends, including Felix and Gid's babysitter for the evening...
Which frees us to go see another friend for dinner at the Rijksmuseum.
Super travelers, they slept on the floor for a week without complaint.
Felt like a gamble, but Felix on his own bike worked out very well.
Our first herring, very much not our last.
Cheese, how I miss you!
Kindereggs, how I don't miss you!
Schoolyard art.
Morning cocoa.
Visiting an Autodesk-supported project: 3D printing in metal using robots.
Latest model automat: big screen, electronic push-button, otherwise unchanged.
Cosmic Wimpout across Europe!
With old friends.
A little playground detour on the way home.
Does it get better than this?
He's gotten so big!
Don't forget, that's where the keys are.
Herring!
The Milkmaid
Breakfast on a boat.
And then some boat travel in the canals.
More cool playground equipment.
Time again for HEMA worst.
Yes!
Gid too.
Lots to see out the window.
At our favorite restaurant.

And in between all this we took off for a weekend in Broek in Waterland, to celebrate the marriage and life of two very dear friends. A fantastic event and a great excuse to visit this wonderful village (where we ourselves were married) again.















Thank you, Dutchies, for your adventures, your hospitality, and your wonderful country. We'll be back, soon.