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More of the flooding and runoff at our local bridge this morning.  The waterline is probably twelve feet above the road that runs under the bridge.

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Went outside today — for the first time in three months — to take proper photos of the flooding in our neighborhood.  As of now it’s the second-wettest day on record here, second only to the flooding in 1998 that almost destroyed our home.  One of the worst parts of living here is that we live in a basin next to a pollution-clogged river that rises very quickly when rapid rains hit, and there’s rarely if ever more than a couple hours of warning for flood conditions in our area; we woke up the morning of the flooding in 1998 without the slightest idea that our house would be under water that afternoon.  Feeling extremely fortunate right now that we haven’t ended up having to evacuate again today.

Went outside today — for the first time in three months — to take proper photos of the flooding in our neighborhood.  As of now it’s the second-wettest day on record here, second only to the flooding in 1998 that almost destroyed our home.  One of the worst parts of living here is that we live in a basin next to a pollution-clogged river that rises very quickly when rapid rains hit, and there’s rarely if ever more than a couple hours of warning for flood conditions in our area; we woke up the morning of the flooding in 1998 without the slightest idea that our house would be under water that afternoon.  Feeling extremely fortunate right now that we haven’t ended up having to evacuate again today.

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Raw photo of the wooded basin across the street from my house right now; if I were standing at ground level in the woods, the water would be up to about my waist.  It looked like this the morning in 1998 when we were hit by flooding that forced us to evacuate and destroyed half the homes in our neighborhood, almost including ours; we had 11 inches of rain that day, and 9 so far today.  (I’m hopeful we’ll be okay today, but it’s hard not to feel the old fear come back when this happens.)

Raw photo of the wooded basin across the street from my house right now; if I were standing at ground level in the woods, the water would be up to about my waist.  It looked like this the morning in 1998 when we were hit by flooding that forced us to evacuate and destroyed half the homes in our neighborhood, almost including ours; we had 11 inches of rain that day, and 9 so far today.  (I’m hopeful we’ll be okay today, but it’s hard not to feel the old fear come back when this happens.)

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(via Travel Posters For Lazy People)
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wired:

“I’ve given a great deal of thought to the topic of different ways of thinking. In fact, my pursuit of this topic has led me to propose a new category of thinker in addition to the traditional visual and verbal: pattern thinkers.”
- Temple Grandin & Richard Panek
[MORE: How an Entirely New, Autistic Way of Thinking Powers Silicon Valley]

wired:

“I’ve given a great deal of thought to the topic of different ways of thinking. In fact, my pursuit of this topic has led me to propose a new category of thinker in addition to the traditional visual and verbal: pattern thinkers.”

- Temple Grandin & Richard Panek

[MORE: How an Entirely New, Autistic Way of Thinking Powers Silicon Valley]

(Source: Wired)

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Wealth On A Plane (by visually, via clearlydisoriented)

“It’s called the American dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.

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World Map Drawn in a Fool’s Head, by an unknown artist, c. 1590. Legend in the left says: “Democritus of Abdera laughed at [the world], Heraclitus of Ephesus wept over it, Epichtonius Cosmopolites portrayed it.” (via A Collection of Very Strange Maps)

Oh, maps.  They don’t love you like I love you.

World Map Drawn in a Fool’s Head, by an unknown artist, c. 1590. Legend in the left says: “Democritus of Abdera laughed at [the world], Heraclitus of Ephesus wept over it, Epichtonius Cosmopolites portrayed it.” (via A Collection of Very Strange Maps)

Oh, maps.  They don’t love you like I love you.

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"We stand helpless before the corporate onslaught. There is no way to vote against corporate power. Citizens have no way to bring about the prosecution of Wall Street bankers and financiers for fraud, military and intelligence officials for torture and war crimes, or security and surveillance officers for human rights abuses. The Federal Reserve is reduced to printing money for banks and financiers and lending it to them at almost zero percent interest; corporate officers then lend it to us at usurious rates as high as 30 percent. I do not know what to call this system. It is certainly not capitalism. Extortion might be a better word. The fossil fuel industry, meanwhile, relentlessly trashes the ecosystem for profit. The melting of 40 percent of the summer Arctic sea ice is, to corporations, a business opportunity. Companies rush to the Arctic and extract the last vestiges of oil, natural gas, minerals and fish stocks, indifferent to the death pangs of the planet. The same corporate forces that give us endless soap operas that pass for news, from the latest court proceedings surrounding O.J. Simpson to the tawdry details of the Jodi Arias murder trial, also give us atmospheric concentrations of carbon dioxide that surpass 400 parts per million. They entrance us with their electronic hallucinations as we waiver, as paralyzed with fear as Odysseus’ sailors, between Scylla and Charybdis."

Chris Hedges

(via cognitivedissonance)

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