23 June 2026

solar energy

It's very hot, as predicted, and some of the media are in a frenzy looking for the place and time when the next record is broken. As if it's a competition. And the winner is? We are keeping the house cool the way we always did, sleeping in the basment, using the early hours for gardening and so on. It works, for now.

The solar battery is full, every gadget in the house is running on sunshine, plus we are feeding the grid and also some neighbourhood homes. I suppose it's not strictly legal, cables through gardens are involved, but the sun shines and shines for free. It's amazing what PV on a little roof space, shaded for half the day, can produce.

I am sort of walking or better call it hobbling, limping along. No more moon boot. The physio people are "optimistic", another three months give and take, they assure me. Another three months??!! But hey, I can cycle now and yes, that's brilliant. 

Meanwhile. 

Certain resources (he is talking about water) must be allocated and prioritised for the technology rather than for human consumption.

Biological limits are real, but digital potential is infinite. If we starve our data infrastructure of cooling resources just to sustain baseline human comfort, we are actively delaying the birth of a super-intelligence that could solve all of our resource problems in the first place.

Sometimes you have to prioritise the intelligence that will save us over the biology that slows us down.

Jeff Bezos 

 

To clarify. Access to water and sanitation are recognized by the United Nations as human rights – fundamental to everyone’s health, dignity and prosperity.

A few years ago, five tech billionaires, who shall remain anonymous, invited Douglas Rushkoff (professor of media theory and digital economics) to a luxury spa – for a fee equivalent to a third of his annual salary. 

Contrary to his expectations, the super-rich were not seeking investment advice on future technologies but instead asked about survival in the wake of a potential catastrophe, which they refered to simply as ‘the event’.

Should one flee to Alaska, New Zealand or Mars? 
Should they start securing their food supplies with special locks, the combinations to which only they knew. Or  fit their bodyguards with a sort of disciplinary collar in return for their survival at their side. And what about robots that could be used as bodyguards or labourers.

Of all people, these tech entrepreneurs whose neo-colonial production conditions are ruining entire continents now want to escape and leave the rest of humanity behind.

We have to make do with what we have, even if right now it seems completely inadequate and suboptimal, in an attempt not to resign ourselves to it, but to cope and to let our potential grow and above all, to remain comitted to humanity.  Is it normal for human beings to be unable to imagine what a better world would even be like? Hopelessness isn’t natural. It needs to be produced.  

People everywhere are asking; how did we get here? Most of them say - surely it was them, those people over there that caused this. And the people over there turn and point their fingers right back at them, which results in everyone being implicated and none being responsible. But that trick will no longer work. We can no longer escape responsibility for our collective choices. This is a time of accelerated accountability for our species, not just some, but all. The age of deflection is dying away. We must all take responsibility for the state of our world because we all possess the power to change it – when we work together. But when we fail to check the recklessness and cruelty of foolish men or to shake ourselves from the fantasies that we weave around them, we all suffer the consequences of their folly. Therefore, we have become necessary allies in the unfolding of a new reality.

 Sherri Mitchell
 

 

 

14 June 2026

literally

 


In a strange way it is only now, after almost three months, that I am adjusting to what has happened. Three days ago, the horizontal syndesmosis screw was taken out (a short outpatient procedure under local anaesthetics) and physiotherapy is commencing next week!

I have been walking, if we may call it that, ie unaided and on my own two feet, every day around the house, in the garden and short distances in town.  

 


Not funny, not easy but getting there probably eventually. I compensate my lack of foot work with furious weight lifting and sitting down yoga/pilates whatever sessions. Not allowed to cycle or drive for another two weeks. I could just try it but if I knock down someone's dog or worse, insurance will not cover.

Cabin fever is setting in, R thinks I am slightly mad. We argue and we laugh and argue again and then we laugh and watch some crap on tv or debate the end of the world as we know it. 

The grandchild's current favourite English word is literally, the favourite German word is Gurke (cucumber). Also, air quotation is now a thing. 

Summer at least. I spent close to an hour last night topping and tailing strawberries. There's always that day when the novelty wears off and we turn to jam making.

 

Two . . . young hunters rescued a dragonfly stuck in the mud. It gave them the usual wishes you get in these stories. One wished to be the smartest man in the world. The dragonfly said, ‘So you shall be.’ But the second hunter wanted to be smarter than the smartest man in the world. . . . So the dragonfly converted the second hunter into a woman.


Tony Hillerman  

translation Prawns! I forgot to get the prawns . .

 

03 June 2026

give it time

Yesterday I had a melt down. It was a long time coming. In fact, I had been waiting and hoping for it for weeks, like a great cleansing, a wave washing over me. It wasn't anything like it, just exhausting and snotty.

Earlier I had spent two hours with the orthopedic surgeon who will take over the recovery treatment now that I am back in the German health system. Everything looks as it should be, I am still walking with the moon boot, for another week when the screw inside my ankle joint will be removed. He had me walking a short distance without the boot and well, it's not what I call walking. Neither the foot nor the leg seem to be aware of what is required. Yet. All around me smiled reassuringly and there will be a physio plan and give it time and muscle building and more give it time and so on and I smiled too and then we had a coffee at the French place and when we got home, I started to sob like a baby for a good while.

I am all over the place with conflicting feelings. One the one hand, I want to concentrate on getting my mobility back, working hard at it with all that I can, while on the other hand, I want to lose myself in this summer, the colours, the sounds, the changes, so fast, so dramatic. No thinking, no pressure, no expectations. All that give it time stuff. How does it work?

The garden is a joy as always at this time of the year. I watch it from a shy distance, not able to pick the strawberries, harvest the sweet peas. This morning's gift, a first tender kohlrabi.

 

The best outcome so far has been the amount of reading I have done. Still do. Currently, I am racing through London Falling by Patrick Radden Keefe, as recommended by all everywhere. 

Also, we are watching Legends on Netflix, hooked. I am a sucker for a good Liverpool accent anyday.