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336 pages, Paperback
First published October 2, 2018
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What’re ya down here for? Asks an older gentleman at the bar of a tourist barbecue joint near my hotel in Memphis. I’m halfway through a plate of pickles and dry-rubbed ribs. I explain that I’ve spent all spent all day at St. Jude.
“God bless you,” he says. “I couldn’t do it.” The man is from Texas—he works in shipping or packing something or other.
The bartender, a bubbly twenty-three=year-old, offers the gentleman another beer. “You know, I was treated at St. Jude. Diagnose at ten. Cured at thirteen,” he says, beaming.
“Was it awful?” I ask. “Getting cancer as a kid?”
“Naw, I loved going to St. Jude. I remember I looked forward to school being over so I could go over to the hospital and get chemo. Your doctors are so happy to see you.”
The bartender is studying to be a truck driver so he can visit California. He’s not sure if he’ll settle down there, but it seems nice.
The man from Texas looks at the bartender hard for a good minute, says, “You’re a lucky man, son.”

“I love my laptop and my iPhone and my Echo and my GPS, but the one that changed my life from the first day I used it, and that I’m still reliant on every waking hour—date from the thirteenth century: my glasses. Soap prevented more deaths than penicillin. That’s technology, not science.”

Inadvertently, I had stumbled across what has been called the Harvard low of animal behavior, which is related to Murphy’s law: “You can have the most beautifully designed experiment with the most carefully controlled variables, and the animal will do what it damn well pleases.”
—Barbara Ehrenreich, Natural Causes: An Epidemic of Wellness, the Certainty of Dying, and Killing Ourselves to Live Longer , 2018
Credit: Caninest/CC BY 2.0 www.pri.org
The Bald and Eiler fires in Northern California were only 10 miles apart, but they traveled in opposite directions, different than what could be predicted based on just the wind. (Ryan Albaugh)
A model German apartment building goes up in flames during a test of the M-69 incendiary bomb in the 1940s at Dugway Proving Ground, in Utah. (Standard Oil Development Company)
“The authors of one recent study found that the rate of population loss among terrestrial vertebrates is extremely high, even in “species of low concern.” They wrote that “beyond global species extinctions Earth is experiencing a huge episode of population declines and extirpations” and used the term “biological annihilation” to describe the magnitude of the crisis. Remarkably, they characterized the wave of local extirpations as a “much more serious and rapid” decline than mass extinctions.
Recently it’s been possible to see both sides leaning in a little closer to hear the optimistic arguments of the technocrats. Some sleight of hand has occurred by which we begin to move from talk of combating and reversing to discussion of carbon capture and storage, and higher sea walls, and generators on the roof, and battening down the hatches. Both sides meet in failure. They say to each other: “Yes, perhaps we should have had the argument differently, some time ago, but now it is too late, now we must work with what we have.” — Zadie Smith, Feel Free: Essays, 2018
” every second spent locomoting in some fashion other than a personal vehicle is a blessing to your physical and mental health.”



Burek (right) and assistant Rachael Rooney prepare an otter for necropsy at a U.S. Fish and Wildlife lab in Anchorage. (All activities conducted pursuant to National Marine Fisheries Service Permit No. 18786.) Joshua Corbett
The Dysons / Illustration by PJ Loughran” It’s an irony. When we were kids, Freeman was building a spaceship, and I really wanted to go. I was 5 years old, and I thought they were building it there in San Diego. I imagined that the big, round building at General Atomic was the launch pad for the spaceship, and we were going to get in it and go. Then all these years later, it’s actually Esther. The story of my life! Everything I ever did was always outshadowed by Esther. So we end up going to Kazakhstan. Esther was the backup on the rocket flight. Every time they fly one of these tourists, they have a backup, in case you break your leg the week before the flight. She took all the training. Survival course, and so on. Even the standby seat costs $3 million.”
The missile base, it seemed to George, was caught in a time warp, stuck int Sputnik era. “They haven’t changed anything.” He said. “It worked in 1960, and that’s the way they still do it. The telephones are all dial phones. The whole launch site is run on coal-fired generators. The place looks like it was built by Soviet slave labor. Which it was.”
Charles Simony, the billionaire for whom Esther was understudy, and who had paid $35 million for his seat, did not break a leg, unfortunately. “He brought his beautiful young Swedish wife and all her family,” said George. “They were wearing mink coats out in the Kazakh desert. And Esther shows up with her motley family. They put us all up in the Sputnik Hotel. Everything was very choreographed. It was like a wedding. Russian Orthodox priests. One side of the family were aristocrats, and the other side were hillbillies.”
The rocket went up, with the three Dysons, the hillbillies, watching from the ground. George had Freeman had a conversation. The agreed that this was crazy.
“The real irony is that here I am with Freeman, 50 years after Project Orion, watching the American pay $35 million to go into very low Earth orbit on a Russian rocket. It’s just so depressing. None of those space dreams came true. Or, they totally didn’t come true in terms of manned space flight. They absolutely did come true in terms of the robot machines, which are sending back all these incredible pictures.”

In that case, the adoption of a technologically advanced lifestyle might be effectively simultaneous with extinction. First you invent radio, then you invent technologies capable of destroying all life on your planet and shortly thereafter you push the button and your civilization goes dark
Dean: It's on!

