The Endlock Series, 25th Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Electra): Welcome, Gonzalo! That area of low pressure a few hundred miles south the Cabo Verde Islands now has a name, and that name is Gonzalo. No need to be concerned though - Tropical Storm Gonzalo is barely moving and shows no intention of taking the long voyage across the Atlantic. It's forecast to dissipate to a tropical depression by the end of the weekend and still be in the same general area as it is now. Likewise, Fay.

I was in the fourth grade when The Beatles made their American debut on The Ed Sullivan Show (why pretend to segue from the paragraph above to this one?). I was a little too young to get it, but the performance had all the kids on the school bus the next morning all riled up. "Did you see that?," and "the hair!," and "yeah, yeah, yeah." The bus driver had o idea what had us so wound up that day, and one kid had somehow managed to produce a Beatles wig and total mayhem broke out as we all fought for turns to try it on.

But despite the excitement I was still a little young to get on board and took my cultural cues from mediocre t.v. variety show comedians and newspaper columnists, who were pretty much in agreement with my parents who thought is was all just noise. "All they do is scream," my Mom concluded. I didn't develop my own tastes in music until the following year and by the sixth grade I was a full-blown Beatlemaniac.

In 1966, I would make a weekly pilgrimage to the local record store and buy my 45-rpm single of the week. My tastes were informed solely by AM radio, 77 WABC in New York City, Cousin Brucie and whatever other disc jockeys they carried. So I was buying singles like We Can Work It Out by The Beatles (backed by Day Tripper) and Good Lovin' by the Young Rascals (backed by Mustang Sally) and Happy Together by The Turtles (I forget the B-side). 

The only LP album I owned was a Christmas gift from my parents, The Best of Herman's Hermits, and I listened to it over and over and over again because it was the only album I owned, which was awkward because of the track Mrs. Brown You've Got a Lovely Daughter. Our next door neighbors were the Browns and they had a daughter, one year older than me, and my parents, hearing the track repeatedly playing in my bedroom, thought I was developing some sort of obsession with her. I wasn't, and to this day I still wish the song had been titled Mrs. Jones You've Got a Lovely Daughter. Smith, Johnson, anything - why did they have to choose Brown?    

The picture I'm trying to paint here is a typical 12-year-old teeny-bopper in suburban America, but then one day everything changed. My radio, a crappy battery-powered transistor, broke one day ("the switch broke 'cause it's old," Elvis Costello, 1980). My parents kept an FM radio in the kitchen in order to play classical music during dinnertime and as far as I knew, classical was the only music on FM radio. But burned out on my collection of 45s and meager selection of albums, I searched up and down the dial for some rock 'n' roll to listen to. To my surprise, I found that WABC also had an FM counterpart. They played the same Beatles and Rolling Stones hits as their AM counterpart to be sure, but they also played "deep cuts" off the albums in addition to the singles and the hits. And they also played other bands, like the Jefferson Airplane and Buffalo Springfield. Listening to FM wasn't a compromise like I had expected, but actually an improvement.

Not only was the music better, but the whole vibe was cooler. AM radio was all manic, fast-talking DJ's, jingles and promos, zany sound effects (car horns, cuckoo clocks, gong, whistles, etc.) and lots and lots of commercials. FM jocks talked slower, naturally, and without all the gizmos and noise. George Carlin does a great routine about the difference between AM and FM radio that is probably incomprehensible to anyone under the age of, oh, sixty. 

After a few weeks, I got curious and explored the dial some more and came across WNEW-FM, which was even cooler than WABC-FM. Beatles and Stones, sure, as well as the Airplane and Buffalo Springfield, but also The Doors, Moby Grape, Tim Buckley, and more. A whole new universe of music had opened for me, and just like Jenny in that Lou Reed song, I had put on a New York station and couldn't believe what I heard at all. 

Over the following years (I'm probably in the seventh or eighth grade at this point, 1967 or '68 and in my early teens), I explored the dial further and found even cooler stations with even wilder music (Hendrix, Traffic) and even earthier, more organic, non-commercial vibes. The lesson I learned was that there's always something a little better out there, that one had to keep seeking and never settle for complacency in some comfort zone. Think Steppenwolf rocks hard? Well, listen to Led Zeppelin. Think Strawberry Alarm Clock are psychedelic?  Here's Quicksilver Messenger Service. 

Always deeper. Always something further out. Your 1968 cutting edge is passe by 1969. It was that experience, that broken transistor radio, that started me down the long, never-ending rabbit hole I'm still following today. I'm one of the very few people I know who's musical taste didn't crystallize at some point in their lives. Some people my age never got past The Beatles and the Stones.  Some got as far as Hendrix and Zeppelin, but that was it. The Talking Heads and the B-52s are the epitome of "modern" to some, while others even went so far as to embrace goth, post-punk, and noisy, angry 90s alternative but then stopped there. 

I kept going. I keep going. There's always something new and exciting out there. Jazz, experimental, improv, noise. Minimalism and neo-classical and ambient. Electronica, techno, IDM, krautrock. Indie rock, indie folk, indie pop, indie folk-rock pop. Power pop. Hip hop. Bebop, post-bop, hard bop, free jazz, modal jazz, Miles, Monk, and Mingus. The AACM, the AEoC, the JCoA, Anthony Braxton, Mary Halvorsen, Patricia Brennan, Sylvie Courvoisier, Myra Melford. 

I weirded out my college roommates with my music and alienated more than a few girlfriends. On the other hand, I was introduced to new music and new artists by record-store clerks  ("have you heard Mr. Bungle yet?"), the alternative press (Yo La Tengo and Sunburned Hand of the Man), and strangers at shows ("you should check out Jim O'Rourke"). On-stage, St. Vincent encouraged us to give another listen to The Pop Group. It never stops.     

Never rest. Keep listening. Dig deeper. Work harder.

It's worth it. 

 

The Final Knowledge, 24th Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Deneb): Dog Days End, the last day of the Dog Days, may have been 24 days ago, but it was only today that it felt like they were finally over. This morning's low was a refreshing 63° F, and the high was only 71. This after weeks of heat domes, hot weather alerts, and heat indices in the high nineties. Somewhere, the great meteorological switch in the sky has been thrown. I know I talk about the weather here a lot but the weather is the overlap in the Venn diagram between climate change and my lived experience. 

With the weather so comfortable today, I walked a 9.3-mile Harrison, my first walk in six days. 

Tropical Storm Fay is still somewhere out there in the mid-Atlantic, but doesn't seem to be going anywhere and is rapidly losing strength. The area of low pressure a few hundred miles south the Cabo Verde Islands is moving north for some reason (who knows what goes on in the mind of a tropical storm?) and is apparently no threat to North American shores. 

Despite "both-sides" press coverage, the reality of climate change, aka global warming, is undisputed science. Yes, there are some scientists who are skeptical of some aspects of the complicated interactions between the atmosphere, the oceans, the land masses, anthropogenic CO₂ emissions, etc., but even the vast majorities of those simply want more research into some specific mechanism and don't reject the whole framework just because, say, the role of biota in buffering ocean acidification isn't fully understood 

Unfortunately, it's become part of the gospel of the far right to deny climate change, or at least man's involvement in the process.  The Stable Genius has called it a "hoax" and even specifically a "Chinese hoax," while other deep thinkers on the lunatic fringe thinks its only a wild theory dreamed up by Al Gore or Greta Thunberg, and the only reason that liberals believe it is that they're blind followers of Algore and Thunberg like they are of the Stable Genius. 

But the theory isn't something new, or even of just the last 30 years. Fifty years ago, back when I was an undergraduate geology major (could it really have been that long ago?), I was taught that the Eocene was the warmest period in Earth's Cenozoic Era, and we know that because geochemical analysis of Eocene sediments indicate the highest Cenozoic levels of atmospheric CO₂. That, and lots of swamp-marsh style fossils near the polar regions of that time and very few diamictites (glacial deposits). Even in the mid-1970s, long before Algore or Greta, freshman-level Geology 101 taught that the Earth is warm when atmospheric CO₂ is high, and cold when CO₂ levels are low.

Last night, I was reading Ursula K. LeGuin's 1969 science-fiction masterpiece, The Left Hand of Darkness. It's set on a cold, distant planet fittingly called "Winter." Most of the planet is covered by ice caps, and humanity exists only in a relatively narrow, equatorial band between the two massive caps. However, at least one character recognizes that "the volcanic activity in N.W. Orgoreyn and the Archipelago has been increasing during the last ten or twenty millennia, and presages the end of the Ice, or at least a recession of it and an interglacial period."

"CO₂ releases by the volcanoes into the atmosphere will in time serve as an insulator, holding in the long-wave heat-energy reflected from the earth, while permitting direct solar heat to enter undiminished. The average world temperature . . . would in the end be raised some thirty degrees, till it attains 72°. I am glad I shall not be present."

That was published in 1969, so LeGuin must have been writing in in 1968 or earlier, and reflecting her understanding of the state of the science in the mid-sixties. It's as concise a description of the greenhouse effect as any, and specifically identifies CO₂ as the driver. Yet, in 2009, I had a conservative work colleague who kept a set of cassette lectures on his desk titled, Water, Not CO₂, Determines Climate. I don't think he ever listened to the tapes. He just kept them on his desk for totemic purposes and to head off any argument or discussion on the topic. I know that I never brought up the topic, because if I did he'd tell me to listen to the tapes and then I'd have to pretend that I did.

Meanwhile, The Guardian reports that the fossil fuel industry secured an estimated $190 billion in tax breaks and subsidies over the next decade after responding to the Stable Genius pre-election request for campaign donations. U.S. taxpayers will have to shoulder the higher bills as the people endure the public-health risks and the effects of climate change associated with the pollution, including but not limited to 451,000 additional deaths from extreme, Dog-Day heat.

Under the Rose, 23rd Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Castor): During an address to the United Nations General Assembly on Aldebaran, the Stable Genius dismissed concerns about the safety of artificial intelligence and the threats of climate change. He claimed that the planet was actually cooling rather than warming and asserted that "nobody was dead" due to climate change.

By Stable Genius logic, since regulation of the environment and of greenhouse gas emissions isn't necessary, regulation isn't needed for AI, either. See how simple it is? Ignore one problem and all the rest can go away, too. Except for immigration, of course. We need masked federal troops on the street for that one. Stable Genius logic.  

That's certainly one take. Another take was expressed by a group called the Climate Impact Lab, a consortium led by academics (Berkeley, Rutgers, Stanford) and climate advocates.  They recently completed a report that concluded the Super El Niño forming on the Pacific will lead to 451,000 additional deaths from extreme hot days. Nearly a half million dead, on top of the deaths that will result from droughts, wildfires, and flooding. 

The report also identified the regions where the greatest number of people are projected to die with enough granular detail that I was able to note that of the 3,500 additional heat deaths in the United Snakes over the next six months, 74 of those additional heat deaths are expected here in Georgia, with the majority of additional deaths this month. 

Note that they're talking about "additional" heat deaths. A certain number of people die from heat everywhere and in every year, but the Super El Niño will significantly increase that number.

The worst impacts will occur across the Global South, notably Nigeria (31,400 additional deaths), Sudan (17,500), Niger (10,000), and Chad (8,000). In southeast Asia, the extra heat is projected to cause an additional 19,400 deaths in the Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand, and Cambodia, and 19,300 deaths in Indonesia alone. Other highly impacted regions over the next six months include India (15,800 deaths) and Brazil (13,300).

"Nobody was dead" because of climate change. Yeah, right. The human toll of the warming planet is well-documented. Extreme weather, severe heat waves, wildfires and associated poor air quality, and climate-driven diseases cause thousands of deaths around the world every year. I hope the Stable Genius is forever haunted by the ghosts of the 32 little girls that died in the flooding at Camp Mystic on the Guadeloupe River in Texas last year. 

It's true that rivers have always periodically flooded and always will, and it's impossible to ascribe any single event to "climate change." That's true, but it's like arguing that guns don't kill people, it's the bullets that kill. The flood on the Guadeloupe is one of the bullets fired by the gun of climate change. The Super El Niño will be like the burst of bullets from a fully automatic assault rifle.       

The Stable Genius' irresponsible and patently false statements at the UN follow his other reckless and dangerous actions regarding the climate, including the rollback of environmental regulations and the reversal of the EPA's finding that greenhouse gases endanger public health.

Fuck that guy!

 

The Lines Displayed, 22nd Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): The autumnal equinox will occur at 8:05 pm tonight. When I was moving day names around in the Universal Solar Calendar to come up with the New Revised USC, I thought the equinox was going to fall on the 21st and assigned it the name "Day of the Blood Sun" as that sounded sort of celestial. But then the cosmos pulled the rug out from under me and the equinox fell on today. 

In any event, today the hours of daylight and the hours of darkness are equal. Perfectly balanced. In equipoise. I've already noticed the evening's dark arriving earlier in the day, and the equinox reminds us that it will arrive even earlier in the months ahead. 

It's as easy take to interpret the increasing darkness as a negative omen. "The forces of darkness overtaking the forces of light," etc. That's one way of looking at it. Another is to recognize that things are stiller, quieter, at night. The hustle and bustle of the daytime's business hours are behind us and the long evening hours provide more opportunity for quiet reflection and introspection. Daytime chores behind us, we can lean into practice and contemplation. Nighttime is the right time, as the song goes.

Human civilization has developed over the past 10,000 years or so due to a relatively stable climate and natural resources that sustainably provide us with food, shelter, and a safe living environment. Under the auspices of the Potsdam Institute for Climate Impact Research, an international coalition of sixty scientists conducted an analysis of the planetary life support systems that keep the climate relatively stable and sustain the natural resources relied upon by humans. The group identified nine key indicators, or "planetary boundaries,” that help determine whether life can flourish on Earth: change in biosphere integrity, climate change, freshwater change, introduction of novel entities, land system change, modification of biogeochemical flows, ocean acidification, ozone depletion, and stratospheric aerosol loading. 

Only the last two of those key indicators, ozone depletion and stratospheric aerosol loading, have shown improvement over the last decade. Amid ongoing pollution and habitat destruction, the other seven indicators have deteriorated to their worst levels ever recorded.

Among other threats, the ongoing release of huge amounts of greenhouse gases from the burning of fossil fuels and the mass disposal of plastics and other pollutants into the environment are degrading the planetary life support systems. The Potsdam report warns that ability of landscapes and water bodies to cope with this degradation and to act as a buffer to the worsening climate crisis is weakening and may be significantly overestimated. 

Habitats such as forests and wetlands are being torn apart, flattened, and fragmented to make way for agriculture and urban areas, imperiling the animal species and natural systems upon which we depend. It has been separately suggested that the remaining ecosystems with minimal human activity be protected from intrusion by agriculture and urbanization. A planetary diet change (less meat, and more whole grains, fruits, and vegetables) could ease a lot of the pressures negatively affecting the environment, although a change at the scale necessary is nearly impossible to implement. In addition, a significant reduction of food waste and a full decarbonization of the agricultural sector, including food production, transport, refrigeration, preparation, machinery, and manufacture of all resources used in farming, would also be helpful.

As would voluntary human extinction. Involuntary, too. The planet may arguably be better off without this one species actively destroying its own life-support systems like a virus killing its host. AI, with its threat of human extinction, might be onto something after all.

Fay is now officially a tropical depression, but a new tropical wave was developed off the west coast of Africa. It has a low probability of developing into a hurricane, but its location near the Cabo Verde Islands is where the hurricanes that eventually do make landfall on North America tend to originate. 

 

Day of the Blood Sun, 21st of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Aldebaran): Fay is still a tropical storm, still heading west toward Nort America, and still expected to peter out before it gets here. For a few hours there, wind speeds were in the low 70s mph range, just below the 75 mph threshold for a hurricane, but it failed to meet the criteria. It's forecast to be degraded to a tropical depression by Castor (Wednesday), while still hundreds of miles offshore.

The polar vortex now forming over the North Pole is starting out stronger than last year, with rapid stratospheric cooling and a pressure drop already visible. That's good news, but the long-range forecasts suggest a notable slowdown of the vortex around mid-winter. That's bad news. It's highly unusual that a significant mid- to late winter vortex weakening is forecast this far ahead of time. 

The polar vortex is a huge area of very cold air that spins high above the North Pole during the colder months like a big spinning bowl of cold air. Strong winds circle around it and usually help keep the coldest Arctic air bottled up near the pole. When the polar vortex is strong, the winds around it are fast and fairly smooth. The coldest air tends to stay far north. When the vortex gets weaker, stretched, or split apart, the jet stream can become more wavy. Big dips in the jet stream can allow very cold Arctic air to move much farther south into parts of the United States.

The very strong Super El Niño now developing in the Pacific is predicted to peak as maybe the strongest El Niño ever recorded. El Niño events usually lead to more extreme weather shifts, amplifying normal seasonal changes into high-impact weather events. But a Super El Niño can also affect the stratosphere and decelerate the vortex, which could ultimately lead to very cold air over much of the east, all the way down into Florida. 

If the long-range trends hold, such events can strongly increase the chance for more cold winter days and snowfall over the United States. We're in for a cold winter, folks.

The ill-conceived and even more poorly executed war in Iran is disrupting exports of petroleum, oil, and liquified natural gas. However, economists project that the price for natural gas in the U.S. for the coming winter months to be approximately $3.28 per million BTUs, down from the previous winter ($3.43).  Natural gas inventories are relatively high, approximately 5% above the previous five-year average and 1% above October 2025 levels, due to increased fracking production. However, deregulation, market demands, exports, and good old corporate greed may all keep me from paying Atlanta Gas Light Company anything less than I paid last winter, when my cost spiked as high at $650 in the chilly month of March.

Fuck the cold. I hate the cold. Hot, humid weather may be uncomfortable, but cold weather can kill you.

 

Day of the Radiant Spiel, 20th of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Helios): Tropical Depression Six now has a name, Fay. Out in the mid-Atlantic, Tropical Storm Fay now has sustained winds near 65 mph with higher gusts, and could approach hurricane intensity tonight. Although a gradual weakening trend is expected to begin tomorrow, there's a chance Fay could yet become the first hurricane of this season. However, it still isn't expected to reach North America, and certainly not as a hurricane.

Helios is a walking day but I didn't walk today. The weather was fine and all but fuck it, I didn't feel like walking, okay? Got a problem with that? I'll get my steps in on Betelgeuse.

I asked ChatGPT to throw the I Ching for me today. I know, I know, I know - it's going to cause human extinction by the end of the decade (as if that's a bad thing), data centers are a scourge, AI uses up inordinate amounts of energy, water, and computer chips that could (and should) be used for gaming computers. But if we can use AI for our Google searches and it insists on summarizing my emails for me whether I want it to or not, if I can use it to generate daily pictures to match the names of the days in this blog, why can't I use it for the I Ching? Old meets new, East meets West, etc. 

It came up with hexagram 29, The Deep, with one moving line. Two identical trigrams, the deep above and the deep below. Water fills the hollow places, ChatGPT told me, it follows the terrain rather than tries to overpower it. This is the hexagram of moving through something that cannot be avoided. The image speaks of uncertainty, of being in a territory where the usual landmarks aren’t reliable. The counsel is to remain sincere and steady rather than becoming overwhelmed by the difficulties.

The moving fourth line reads, "A jug of wine, two bowls of food, and earthen vessels simply handed through the window. There is no blame." When circumstances are difficult, don’t assume that the answer has to be grand. Something simple, offered sincerely, can be enough. We don’t need to solve everything at once.

ChatGPT reads the teaching as follows: Don’t fight the difficult terrain. Move through it simply. Pay attention to the small things that bring you back to yourself. The I Ching isn’t telling me that everything is about to change. It’s suggesting something subtler, that I may be the one changing.

 

I had been warned by others that if I use AI images in my blog, people will assume the text was generated by AI as well. It's not. Even the text above, although based on what I read in ChatGPT, is still my own words and interpretations. I never have, and never will, post written AI content without explicitly saying, "What follows is what the AI said to me," or something to that effect. 

Also, and let's be honest here, this blog has gotten weird. The New Revised Universal Solar Calendar, "I'll get my steps in on Betelgeuse," obsessive hurricane surveillance. AI tries so hard to sound "normal" that I think it's incapable of being this weird. The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that weird, for lack of a better word, is good. Weird is right, weird works. 

You can trust weird.

 

Day of the Stop Gap, 19th of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Electra): That new low-pressure system located southwest of the Azores that I thought was heading toward Portugal is now Tropical Depression Six - still not a hurricane and still not yet named - but now appears to be heading toward some sort of u-turn in the mid-Atlantic and will head instead southwest toward the Caribbean. Fortunately, the National Hurricane Center doesn't expect it to develop into a hurricane.

It's fortunate that Six is expected to peter out and that it won't be heading east. Hitting Portugal would be bad enough, surf conditions in Nazarre aside, but if it went a little further north and hit Ireland, that could have spelled real trouble. A study in the journal Natural Hazards identified the west coast of Ireland as particularly at risk of sea level rise and future storm surges. They wrote that “approximately 40% of the population live within 5 km of the coast and over 130,000 people reside in areas less than 5 m above mean sea level.” Yikes!

A heat wave moved through Europe this month, smashing temperature records across Central Europe. In the Middle East, Bahrain hit 115 °F, its hottest September day on record. In southern India, a heat wave continued with temperatures around 104 °F in what one climatologist termed the region’s “longest heat wave in history.” Summer 2026 will probably end as earth’s warmest on record, and August may be the planet’s wettest month so far.

During my van Buren yesterday, I listened to a podcast interview by Jon Stewart of writer Lindsay Owens, President and CEO of something called the Groundwork Collaborative. Alarmingly, she detailed how retailers are using AI and digital surveillance to price gouge specific customers based on their purchasing history, even changing prices on groceries while the shopper is in the supermarket. For example, if programs like Smart Cart, where you ring up your purchases in the cart without going through checkout, notices that you just bought, say, tuna fish, your price for mayonnaise will suddenly shoot up. It will charge different prices for different customers based on the highest price the algorithm thinks it can get for each item from each shopper. Bought some electronic item? Your cost for batteries just went up 50%.  Bought a lamp? Guess what light bulbs cost now. 

Have you noticed that price tags or stickers are no longer on items at the supermarket? When you get home, do you compare the cashier receipt to the prices you saw in the aisle for each individual item? 

I thought I was being paranoid when Amazon ads for smoothie ingredients suddenly starting popping up in my social media feed right after I just bought blueberries and frozen strawberries at Publix, but Lindsay Owens' research indicates that if anything I'm underestimating the market manipulation to which I'm subject. An email ad from Amazon recommend a book for me "based on your browsing history." They're not even trying to hide it anymore.

For various reasons, some people are quite paranoid about having their internet browsing history made public I've heard of people making pacts with friends that in the case of death, the friend will hurry to the persons home to delete the browser history from their computers. But guess what? Your computer apparently isn't the only place where your browsing history is being recorded. Amazon's watching, too, and so are others, probably. If you're really concerned about privacy, make a pact that in the case of your death, a friend will blow up every data center in the country like Tyler Durden in the climax of Fight Club.

 

Their Shadows of Hearsay, 18th Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Deneb):  That  small low-pressure system east of Bermuda is now gone. Poof! Vanished, as if it never happened. Now we have a new system located southwest of the Azores. The National Hurricane Center gives it a 70% chance of developing into a tropical storm, if not the first hurricane of the season, but it's heading toward Portugal so who cares? Wax your boards and head to Nazaré I guess, because Water Dissolves Water gives it a 70% chance to create the fabled 100-foot wave. 

Fortified with supplemental Vitamin B-12, I went out today and took my longest walk, an 8.8-mile Van Buren, since my 9.1-mile Harrison back on the 49th of the Dog Days. 

Meanwhile, as if there wasn't already enough on our plate to worry about along with AI, climate change, the Stable Genius, microplastics, and brain-eating amoebae, now scientists have announced that they just discovered a new species of cat. 

Leopardus tilcayo is native to the cloud forests of Bolivia and is the first new feline species discovered since 1923. The tilcayo, or tigrino, is just as adorable as its name implies. Tiny - only three pounds - and orange with leopard spots and a pair of parallel stripes that run from the top of its head down to its nose. No word yet on whether its adoptable, although a Bolivian family apparently kept one as a house pet for a year before realizing it was a wild animal, ill-suited for domestic life. It may still want to rip off your face despite its size, but I don't care. 

I want one.

 

Rapt Fear Belief, 17th Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Castor): The doctor was right. My tongue color was the giveaway. The bloodwork indicated that I was, in fact, B-12 deficient. My B-12 level was 186 picograms per milliliter, at the very low end of the "normal" range of 180 to 914 pg/mL. B-12 deficiency is most common in people over 60 (like me) and who follow a vegetarian diet, as it occurs naturally in meat, poultry, fish, eggs, and milk. I'm not strictly vegetarian, but on a daily basis I eat very little to no meat, eggs, or milk. I'm more a nuts, berries, and leafy greens kind of guy.

The vitamin is important in the formation of red blood cells and in the maintenance of the nervous system. Low levels can result in anemia and even to dementia. Like my B-12 levels, my red blood cell level (4.47x10⁶/𝜇L) was also on the low end of the normal range (4.3x - 6.1x10⁶/𝜇L) and has been steadily declining over the last three years from a level of 5.32x10⁶/𝜇L in July 2023, right around the time I drastically changed by eating habits.

So it's time to kill the fatted calf and start eating some bloody, red meat, right? Wrong. Time to start taking some B-12 supplements. The doc recommended taking an over-the-counter, under-the-tongue, liquid supplement, which I easily found at my local supermarket. 5,000 𝜇g, which I gotta assume is the whole bottle, as the RDA is 2.4 𝜇g/day. $13.59 (cheap!). 

Doc wants me to come back in twelve weeks to recheck my B-12 level. I assume he means 12 weeks of the Gregorian calendar, not 12 weeks in my New Revised Universal Solar Calendar, so I guess I'm back on December 9 (The Open Stages, 8th Day of Hagwinter).  I'd like to check my red blood cell count too while I'm at it, to see if the supplement is reversing that downward trend.

What a drag it is getting old!

 

Gesture to the Declining Sun, 16th Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): bottles, needles, knives. That's the title of the chapter in John Barth's novel The Floating Opera (1956) where the protagonist, Todd Andrews, visits his doctor. Today, my own personal bottles, needles, knives chapter occurred while I was in a doctor's office in Atlanta, Georgia for my annual Medicare wellness exam while my sister was simultaneously - as in, the same time of the same day - in a doctor's office in Lowell, Massachusetts. 

My visit was routine and preventative. My sister, who had surgery for oral cancer late last year and completed her chemo-, immuno-, and radiation therapy earlier this year, was at her doctor to learn whether her recent PET scan indicates that her severe headaches and swollen tongue were the result of the cancer spreading through her mouth and possibly to her brain. I think it's fair to say that of three two of us, I had the least stressful visit.

Her results are inconclusive, although it seems highly unlikely that the cancer has reached her brain or other organs. She has two PET "bright spots" in her mouth, which could indicate cancer but could also be merely infections or inflammation resulting from all the surgery and post-surgical treatment. More tests are needed and more doctors need to look inside her mouth. 

My doctor looked inside my mouth and noted that the back of my tongue was unusually dark, possibly indicating a B-12 deficiency. He included B-12 in my bloodwork and will get back to me on that. I didn't have the heart to tell him I drank a blueberry-banana smoothie before my visit. In any event, even in my worst-case scenario compared to my sister's best-case, I absolutely have the easier road ahead.

The small low pressure system in the Atlantic is now but a couple hundred miles east of Bermuda and has become better defined over the last 24 hours. It could continue to develop over the next few days while it slowly continues westward over the Atlantic. 

This year is on track to be the first year without an Atlantic hurricane through mid-September since 1941. The reason is the historically strong El Niño in the Pacific that is generating wind shear that is suppressing Atlantic storm formation. The El Niño is currently about 3°C above baseline temperatures in the Pacific and stronger than any seen on record this time of year. 

The El Niño is already disrupting Panama Canal shipping and threatening rice harvests across Asia, with famine risk as one possible outcome. Worse, El Niño's warming effect on global temperatures lags by several months, so this season's calm is effectively banking heat for a brutal payout. 2027 will almost certainly be the hottest year on record, with severe Northern Hemisphere summer heat to follow.

Climate-related  headlines in today's The Guardian tell us that fossil-fuel advertising contracts in 2026 are at an all-time high as agencies build Big Oil’s image as integral to family life and security. A recent study found that plastic surfaces form hotspots with increased amounts of antibiotic-resistant genes, and microplastics in soil pose a global threat by acting like a Trojan horse to deliver toxins. A separate study by the Natural Resources Defense Council found that people in the United Snakes will spend an extra $30 billion (with a "B") each year on electricity by 2035 due to the Stable Genius’ policies, which favor fossil fuels over renewable energy, although his unqualified, no-nothing head of the EPA claims deregulating power plants will lower the cost of electricity. Finally, The Guardian reports that the global data center rush could create a tsunami of discarded electronics, tripling toxic e-waste annually in 25 years, a quantity that, as they colorfully described it, could fill enough shipping containers to circle the globe six times.

I should have asked the doctor for anti-depressants instead of a vitamin B-12 supplement.

 

Day of the Brainstorm, 15th of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Aldebaran): I'm at Publix Supermarket. I buy some frozen strawberries, some fresh blueberries (Publix recalled their frozen blueberries because of e coli), and plain, non-fat yogurt. Staples for my daily smoothies. I pay with my bank card, no Publix member or reward program ID, and I have never given Publix my phone number, my email, or any information linking my bank card to my identity. 

When I get home, I receive an email from Amazon promoting their "sale" on frozen strawberries, fresh blueberries, and plain, non-fat yogurt. How the fuck did Amazon know what I had just bought? 

Digital surveillance, supermarket surge pricing, and consumer manipulation are getting out of control. Was my phone sending Amazon data on where I was in the supermarket, down to not only the "Frozen" and "Produce" sections, but even specifically to the frozen fruit shelf in the freezer and the berries bin in the produce section? Or was it digital surveillance and facial ID using hidden cameras?

All that sounds so paranoid when said out loud, and ten years ago you'd be considered a kook for even suggesting it, but in these days of AI, Flock cameras, and digital tracking, it no longer sounds so outlandish. To say it was just a coincidence, it's still summer and Amazon was merely promoting it's seasonal groceries - it's no more sinister than seeing an ad for candy after buying some in the days before Halloween -  sounds as naive as wondering about surveillance sounds paranoid.

Now the Amazon ads are also showing up on my Facebook and Reddit feeds as well. If this blog (owned and operated by Google by the way) are somehow the link between my buying habits and my Amazon ads, let me say, fuck you Amazon! I'm never buying your filthy berries or worm-infested produce! Never! And the more you push them, the less likely I am to buy anything from you, even a USB-C connector cable or replacement running socks (let's see if those turn up in my ads). 

The unnamed trough of low pressure is now 800 miles east of Bermuda, continuing it's movement across the western Atlantic, where it's expected to develop into a tropical storm. It still looks to me like it's far enough north that regardless of development, the Gulf Stream will whisk it away to the northern Atlantic, where it will become disorganized before eventually dropping some rain on the British Islands.

 

Have Gone Out, 14th Day of Autumn, 526 M.E. (Helios): It has come to my attention that Google's Blogspot, aka Blogger, Water Dissolves Water's host site, is now considered quaint and passe. A site for older people nostalgic for their own little personal web sites, like back in the days of MySpace. The cool kids are posting elsewhere now. 

I don't want to seem trendy and wagon-jumping, but then I don't want to be the last person still on this forum, either. I may have to move eventually if and when I find a new forum and format I like.

Meanwhile, a study by UCLA claims that the Energy Transfer facility near Shreveport, Louisiana is the biggest single emitter of methane gas in the U.S. From January 2025 to June 2026, the facility released an average 1.56 tons of methane per hour, a rate 15 times greater than the threshold defined by the EPA as a "super emitter." Not surprisingly, Kelcy Warren, Energy Transfer’s CEO, is a major financial supporter of the Stable Genius, donating millions in the last presidential campaign. 

Meanwhile, power plants are the second largest source of carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gases in the U.S., but the Stable Genius plans to no longer limit greenhouse-gas emissions from coal- and gas-fired power plants. The announcement was made by Lee Zeldin, the lightweight, no-nothing head administrator of the EPA with no environmental education or background, during a meeting of Group of 20 energy ministers in Houston. He accused Obama and Biden of waging a “war on coal” and suggested that the Stable Genius might roll back even more restrictions on fossil fuels.

That trough of low pressure located about 1000 miles east of Bermuda continues to produce disorganized showers and thunderstorms. Environmental conditions will become more conducive for development by the middle of this week and a tropical depression could form late this week as the system moves slowly over the Atlantic.

I walked a five-mile Monroe today. The weather was far more pleasant than Saturday. Although the temperature was in the low 90s, the dew point was a less-oppressive 67°, compared to Saturday's after-the-rain humidity of 84%.