Dear English-B Interpreter Friends,
(First, my letter to you to using words from Post #15)
This post is a digression from my normal palaver cum personal self-mocking anecdote. Plus, the hyperlinks this week point to enough material to tide us over to the next post.
I’ve read more than my share of unsettling articles this week: on the demise of the US Pacific Northwest, on a conceivably impish head of state, on our uncanny need to pontificate on the inherent evils of technology in an attempt to gloss over our own social and psychological shortcomings, and so on. But I was most struck by one on downtrodden climate scientists, specifically on how they currently suffer from collective depression partially because we (read: armchair environmentalists) ponderously shuffle our feet in the face of their glaring doomsday data. At the risk of my despondent remarks being heralded as facetious, I’ll let the article speak for itself.
*** FIVE WORDS (IN CONTEXT) TO BRING INTO THE BOOTH ***
— all as used in the article “When the End of Human Civilization Is Your Day Job“