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SK questions! Sunny focused!
1. So in the winter / colder months, would Sun make some temporary homes for the stray cats? With heating and food too. (Bonus points if there's a cat cam installed within the home)
2. As a Librarian, does Sun 'cull' books that contain misleading/outdated information? I'm torn between all information being available to the public, regardless of the content and only truthful infomation being available to the public. (Is this a morality issue? Idk anymore)
3. So you mentioned Sun uses chemicals to clean the blood. Does he buy speciality chemicals or just household products? And well... if he needed more heavy duty chemicals, could he ask one of the connections for help?
Im tempted to see if you'll recognise who I am just through these questions alone, hence me being on anon. Just curious to see if I do have a writing style.
Also sidenote, the next set of questions I plan to send do have mentions of deaths and funerals. I can switch it out for a more wholesome set, if it's not a good time to talk about that.
Thanks for answering these questions, and I hope you have a decent day!
~ That does sound like a very Sun thing to do. Though he'd use it more as a lure to catch them so he can bring them to the rescue shelter
~And maybe, if he deemed necessary. He certainly doesn't want the children to read such misinformation, or have adults spread that info to them. If it's harmless enough he will leave it be.
~A bit of both. He will buy mainly household remedies and rarely buy the "good stuff". Avoids suspicion that way. If it's a necessity though, then yes he and Moon can rely on their special connections to get what they need.
and yes I know who you are, haha. And it doesn't matter what questions you send first, I'll get to them eventually
you too!
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Hi! 2, 3, and/or 19 for the book meme??
Did you reread anything? What?
Oh, this is a really good question, I generally re-read much less than I want to. Going through my Storygraph account, I re-read Hogfather, The Wee Free Men, The Return of the King (though I admittedly remembered almost nothing from my first read, 20ish years ago), Matrix, The Two Towers, and One Summer: America 1927. Huh, ok, that was better than I'd feared!
What were your top five books of the year?
Oooooh. Okay, in no particular order:
The Custom of the Country
The Path to Power
When The Angels Left The Old Country
Menewood
The Vaster Wilds
Learned by Heart
Our Wives Under the Sea
1923: The Mystery of Lot 212 and A Tour de France Obsession
We Don't Know Ourselves: A Personal History of Modern Ireland
Redshift
Against Memoir (especially this essay which is breathtaking)
The Tummy Trilogy (the first two books make up for the third, which is skippable)
Bad Land: An American Romance (RIP Jonathan Raban)
I thought I would cut this down but pixels are free so you get my top, um, 13. One for each month plus one to grow on!
Did you use your library?
....sooooooort of? Despite a shameful number of years living here, I haven't yet registered with my current city's library system (and, sigh, since I'll probably have to move out of said city in a year or two in order to afford property....is it worth it?) I borrowed tons of books through Libby via my previous city's system. I used to love a good wander through the stacks, but with a completely understandable pivot away from retaining acres of stacks of non-James Patterson books, I find the physical wander less rewarding. (I have such warm memories of various Free Library of Philadelphia stacks and finding gems there. I don't blame a single person involved, but still. Sigh.)
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i remember
circa 2006, first grade.
I remember hearing about the Bermuda Triangle and planes getting lost all over the world. I remember being terrified of quicksand. I vaguely remember thinking "Why aren't my parents afraid of this?" but my parents' constant reassurance quenched my fear to merely distant worry, even as we flew to Bermuda right the year after.
circa 2009, fourth grade.
I remember hearung about the chicken industry. I remember the documentary we had to watch, and to see chicken held in tiny cages. Born in captivity, living in darkness, their only worth seen as egg machines. I remember hearing about mass chick culling. I remember laying in my high bed, thinking about these poor animals, unable to stop crying. Eventually my mum heard me, and she might've cried a little with me, but she reassured me that most chickens were not held that way anymore, and my tears dried up.
Looking back I also remember only seeing egg cartons labeled "cage system housing" because those were cheaper than free-range eggs.
circa 2012, sixth grade.
I remember having to prepare a presentation on global warming and emissions. I remember knowing my parents were not the biggest fans of "climate change". I remember looking up pictures and seeing a picture that showed volcanoes made up 90% of gas emissions, and humans only about 6%. I remember complaining about confusing sources to my parents, and them exclaiming "You finally understand it!"
I remember holding that very presentation, unenthusiastically and deeply unconvinced of what I said, loudly exclaiming to my peers during the break that I also found controversial sources about global warming.
2015, ninth grade.
I remember the war in Syria, and the waves if refugees coming to Europe. I remember the horrible, horrible pictures of basic camps set up in Turkey, far below any humanitarian standard we usually have. I remember Angela Merkel's "We can do this." ("Wir schaffen das.")
I remember talking to friends in school and discussing this in Social Studies, almost unevoquial consent of opinion that this is right and that we, in fact, can do this.
I remember my family scoffing at the "We can do this"; protesting and cursing about the refugees who "only come here to profit off of Germany's economy" behind closed doors. I remember the right-wing party Alternative for Germany (AfD) getting popular, echoing my parents' views and fears of the incoming wave of immigrants. I barely remember ever speaking up against this, but rather rolling eyes at my parents and sighing when they went off on a tirade. I do however remember them saying to me "You're always so terribly tolerant."
I remember keeping my opinion to myself, because I would not get any backup.
2017, eleventh grade.
I remember sitting on my parents' grey couch when a news reporter spoke about the official decision of the German parliament to legalise same-sex marriage. I was generally not keeping up with daily news as it has proven to be a constant source of conflict between me and my parents, since we usually were on opposite sides when it came to humanitarian problems of our society. So hearing this news out of the blue came as a big, but happy surprise for me.
I remember my parents getting annoyed with that decision, and me for once picking a fight; arguing with them, telling them it wouldn't make a difference to their lives at all, but it would a huge difference to others and that Germany should be ashamed to be so late to the game. I remember my parents significantly quieting down after that, rather grumbling to themselves than arguing with me.
I remember my heart breaking as I realised my suspicions were proven true, and that my parents would not be happy with me coming out.
I remember sheltering in my room, keeping my opinions close to my chest for an indefinite future.
2018, final grade of school / first year of university.
I remember the beginning of Skolstrejk för klimatet and when the name Greta Thunberg started appearing in the news. I remember being awed with her bravery and resilience to start such a thing all by herself. I remember the regular Fridays for Future and scoffing at pupils who would ditch school to go to the strikes but then also wouldn't turn up during holidays.
I remember meeting my friends from university, who had much more radical and decisive opinions about Climate Change. I remember finally freeing myself from the last doubts of the veracity of Climate Change, despite my parents' constant quotation of news articles that proved the whole thing to be blown out of proportions. I remember starting to pick fights with my parents again, trying to shoot holes in opinions they've had since before my existence, and failing.
I also remember them keeping their opinions more to themselves around me, as they too weren't keen on having constant debates about politics.
September 2019, second year of uni.
I remember Greta Thunberg's iconic UN Climate Action Summit speech - How dare you. I remember breaking into tears, as all of my fears and anger were finally put into words and brought up to some of the most influential people on Earth.
I remember the relentless taunts of grownups on the internet, mocking Greta's words, twisting and mocking everything she said, not taking any of this seriously.
2020-2021, second-third year of uni.
I remember Covid starting, and the first lockdown happening. I remember feeling celebratory at the thought of having an additional free month before the new semester starts. I remember triple the stress of a normal semester once it did start. I remember a long gruesome summer as I prepared for a state exam. I remember high tensions when my oarents were around, and my hope of moving out once the exam was finally over.
I remember uni starting up again in October, and feeling empty and unmotivated during dark mornings in front of my laptop. I remember starting a job and looking for flats. I remember a warm Christmas and signing a contract for my new flat a couple weeks later. I remember getting bullied at work, but unable to quit as I needed the money to move out. I remember a cold, extremely snowy winter that followed two months later. I remember heaps of snow as high as cars piling up everywhere, blocking cars in, in a desperate attempt to keep the sidewalks walkable.
I remember taking fitfy-five minutes for a twenty minute walk through knee deep snow to my end-of-term exams when all the other transportation options failed.
I remember my parents gloating "Look who's talking now about Global Warming."
2022.
I remember talking to friends about the possibility of having children. I remember half of them saying they wouldn't want to set kids into a world that is doomed to fail.
2023.
I bought The Climate Book by Greta Thunberg on a whim. As I'm slowly progressing through the book, I'm recognising the impact of my parents' opinions and my inability and unwillingness to deal with pressing matters for the first time.
I'm also fully realising for the first time how utterly fucked we are in terms of the future and how little it seems we can change about this as individuals.
I'm humbled and so very grateful that a girl three years younger than me has had the realisation way before me, and that she stuck to her guns and fought for all of us, despite any hardships and mocking and hatred you can do easily find on the internet. She's truly an icon of our time, and i hope that with our current climate movement we can prevent the worst of outcomes and live a long and happy life on our little blue planet, the only home that we have.
So now, instead of remembering I try to live in the present to change the future.
But i will not forget.
I will remember.
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