Three rocks short of a dry stone wall
After an unprepossessing start to the day, I came home to discover the mail had brought me copies of Yoon Ha Lee's Moonstorm (2024) and Francesca Forrest's "The McKinnock Hill Fox" (2024), signed in both cases, which is one of the lovelier aspects of friends who write. I recommend the latter and am looking forward to the former. Poking at a newspaper for the first time in days, I was glad to see this Globe article about the vulnerability of Boston's artificial land to climate-driven sea-rise quotes Nancy Seasholes, since as soon as I saw the headline I started yelling about her more than twenty-year-old work on this porous and subsiding subject. Speaking of ground, I must say that the excavated gas piping of our neighbood looks remarkably sketchy when exposed to light and air.



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Those gas pipes look VERY VERY DODGY. They look like curls of cassia-not-cinnamon, and I would like something slightly more substantial to carry gas through a neighborhood!
...Also a person who researches sea rise who is name Seasholes is just too perfect.
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The same to you for writing it!
Those gas pipes look VERY VERY DODGY. They look like curls of cassia-not-cinnamon, and I would like something slightly more substantial to carry gas through a neighborhood!
I just want them to be replaced more quietly!
...Also a person who researches sea rise who is name Seasholes is just too perfect.
I believe her to be the authority on the changing coasts of Boston over the centuries.