Natural causes
Jan. 6th, 2005 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
triadruidSo it seems we weathered the 'ice storm of the decade year current time period' okay: no power outages and a fabulous amount of home cooking done (mostly by my other thirds, I'm just a sous chef). I had yesterday off from work (well, from 3pm Tuesday, really) and managed to learn a lot about my computer problems and even relax some. And, oatmeal butterscotch cookies; need I say more?? *contented sigh*
We moved two out of the three cars from under the 80-year-old poplar tree (although some of us still slept under it - oops?) but nothing fell besides some minor branchlets (nothing like![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diermuid's dodge!)...it's in good condition, but as it sits right over our master bedroom, I'm fairly certain of how I'll die in 50 or 60 years. Took me about two hours to warm up/defrost/deice my car last night once the porecipitation stopped, but it was worth it to not have to do it this morning... and neither kittenpants or featherynscale have to drive today, thanks to the intrepidness of saffronhare. Goooo Minivan Galactica!
In other news, I'm really of mixed mind about the effects of the "wall of water" that hit the Indian Ocean 10 days or so ago... probably because of all the different information sources I have. American news focuses on the hundreds of deaths of Western tourists, Google news runs up the death toll like a pedometer as news organizations try to gain the 'upper hand' so to speak, libertarians debate the economic impacts and 'benefits' of an influx of foreign aid to the region, the Bush Administration *seems* to tell everybody to go fly a kite, charity will handle it... and charities are stepping up in staggering proportions. But really...
I don't expect anyone to agree with me on this, particularly, except mayberougewench because she already posted her thoughts on it.
But really, on the grand/global scheme of things, even a disaster like the tsunami wave is a drop in the ocean (to borrow the phrase). We have over-run the planet to the point that the staggering death toll of 155,000 immediate dead, and perhaps that number again dead from disease in the near future, was made up in 24 hours time by the world birth rate. That's right: before the death toll was even counted, the world had already replaced all of those lives snuffed out. On an average day, the world loses something like 153,000 lives and creates about 369,000 more. So from a certain point of view, it's like having an extra "leap year" day in the mortality table; it's tragic and horrible to experience and go through for those who were there, but on the global scale, we continue to propagate as a species to a quite comfortable degree. America lost 292,000 lives, roughly, in conflict during 4 years of WWII and gained that back in about 5 months from the increase in the birth date (not the total births, just the increase of the 1946 rate compared to 1941).
I'm not trying to be insensitive, but just realistic. Life goes on; and then it doesn't. New life comes in to take its place. I've made the conscious choice that I probably won't be breeding in this lifetime; no one will "carry on" my genetic legacy. And really, I'm okay with that. It's not a particularly outstanding variant, there's plenty of other genetic relatives that *are* continuing my breeding line, as it were, and I get to help raise and nurture my friends' children in such a way that I am pleased to be able to be proud of knowing them.
Really. It'll be okay.
We moved two out of the three cars from under the 80-year-old poplar tree (although some of us still slept under it - oops?) but nothing fell besides some minor branchlets (nothing like
diermuid's dodge!)...it's in good condition, but as it sits right over our master bedroom, I'm fairly certain of how I'll die in 50 or 60 years. Took me about two hours to warm up/defrost/deice my car last night once the porecipitation stopped, but it was worth it to not have to do it this morning... and neither kittenpants or featherynscale have to drive today, thanks to the intrepidness of saffronhare. Goooo Minivan Galactica!In other news, I'm really of mixed mind about the effects of the "wall of water" that hit the Indian Ocean 10 days or so ago... probably because of all the different information sources I have. American news focuses on the hundreds of deaths of Western tourists, Google news runs up the death toll like a pedometer as news organizations try to gain the 'upper hand' so to speak, libertarians debate the economic impacts and 'benefits' of an influx of foreign aid to the region, the Bush Administration *seems* to tell everybody to go fly a kite, charity will handle it... and charities are stepping up in staggering proportions. But really...
I don't expect anyone to agree with me on this, particularly, except maybe
rougewench because she already posted her thoughts on it.But really, on the grand/global scheme of things, even a disaster like the tsunami wave is a drop in the ocean (to borrow the phrase). We have over-run the planet to the point that the staggering death toll of 155,000 immediate dead, and perhaps that number again dead from disease in the near future, was made up in 24 hours time by the world birth rate. That's right: before the death toll was even counted, the world had already replaced all of those lives snuffed out. On an average day, the world loses something like 153,000 lives and creates about 369,000 more. So from a certain point of view, it's like having an extra "leap year" day in the mortality table; it's tragic and horrible to experience and go through for those who were there, but on the global scale, we continue to propagate as a species to a quite comfortable degree. America lost 292,000 lives, roughly, in conflict during 4 years of WWII and gained that back in about 5 months from the increase in the birth date (not the total births, just the increase of the 1946 rate compared to 1941).
I'm not trying to be insensitive, but just realistic. Life goes on; and then it doesn't. New life comes in to take its place. I've made the conscious choice that I probably won't be breeding in this lifetime; no one will "carry on" my genetic legacy. And really, I'm okay with that. It's not a particularly outstanding variant, there's plenty of other genetic relatives that *are* continuing my breeding line, as it were, and I get to help raise and nurture my friends' children in such a way that I am pleased to be able to be proud of knowing them.
Really. It'll be okay.
