Wrote a scholar from the island that they kept from me
Having access this evening to a tableful of newspapers, I saw the front-page article in the Globe about the climatically imminent flooding of the Seaport and it was pretty much exactly like reading that water is wet. I still have difficulty regarding that neighborhood as a real part of Boston, not merely because of its glass-shelled gentrification but because it is even more obviously on loan from the sea than the rest of this flat gravel-fill town. As soon as there was sea-rise in the future, Boston was going to be under it, long before the governments and corporations of this world blew through the 1.5C deadline. I love the harborwalk and I have seen the harbor walking over it. Urban renewal was faster cash in the moment than streets that would not flood the next minute. I do not believe in the stupidest timeline because I was exposed too early to the folktale in which it could always be worse, but it is nonsensical and nightmarish to me that this is the one we are all trapped in. It is because the universe is an unjust place that so many in power are not found in the morning blue-lipped, salt-lunged, sea-strangled on land.
On the other hand, tonight I watched Hestia trot over to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch's new computer on which was still stuck the silver-paper bow of its early holiday present and pluck it in passing, after which she hunted it up and down the front hall with much batting and biting and singing the high, clear song to her prey which is usually reserved for socks. Decades after bouncing off all the George Eliot I tried after Silas Marner (1861), I seem to be embedded in Middlemarch (1872). It washed out my plans for the day which I then did little with, but I slept a generally assessed normal number of hours.
On the other hand, tonight I watched Hestia trot over to
spatch's new computer on which was still stuck the silver-paper bow of its early holiday present and pluck it in passing, after which she hunted it up and down the front hall with much batting and biting and singing the high, clear song to her prey which is usually reserved for socks. Decades after bouncing off all the George Eliot I tried after Silas Marner (1861), I seem to be embedded in Middlemarch (1872). It washed out my plans for the day which I then did little with, but I slept a generally assessed normal number of hours.
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I'd never seen that! I don't disagree with any of it. I have been appalled by the Seaport for over fifteen years. (I understand from the article I could have gotten in on the ground floor so to speak of being appalled by it even sooner.)
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The developer (talked to and talked about in the documentary) pointed out that they have prepared. The new buildings have the electrical systems on the 3rd floor or higher, not on the ground floor. Some sidewalks have been raised. Stuff like that. His general claim is that they are preparing for the sea level rise, not being deceitful. The Aquarium has moved all of their electrical/HVAC stuff to the roof. They expect to have to move, but don't know when or where.
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It should work without a subscription to the Globe, since I don't currently have one.
The Aquarium has moved all of their electrical/HVAC stuff to the roof. They expect to have to move, but don't know when or where.
I don't know where, either. It was one of the anchoring features of the waterfront of my childhood.