I should explain the name of this blog. I have an essay percolating in my brain somewhere that I call the “Lewis and Clark Problem Essay”- essentially the idea that there exists a stable, holy Nature, from which our current lived environment has devolved. This is bad ecology, yes, and also resonant with the idea of The Fall, in the christian sense, but also bad history and a bad basis for planning the future. Anyway, someone, I think it was George Monbiot, wrote a piece on the future of ecology, and he said that rather than trying to resurrect the classical ecology of charismatic megafauna (in the American case, this would be the west described by Lewis and Clark, who managed to time their walk between the disease-apocalypse of the complex and urban native civilizations of the Ohio, Mississippi, and Missouri valleys, and the subsequent expulsion of the survivors and settlement by Europeans) and instead focus on celebrating those forms of life that thrive despite us. Because I’m a cranky old fart, I especially like to celebrate forms of life that thrive against us too. So, coyotes living in Chicago? Crows using Japanese commuters as nutcrackers? Hell to the yes.
I shut down my blog over a year ago because it felt pointless and took time away from my work. Then I read Peter Grey’s Rewilding Witchcraft and resolved to involve myself in some sort of mythopoetic social organizing. Surprise surprise, I suck at that, so now once again I waste all my time and energy writing a blog instead. I have no illusions that writing can change the world, or that anything else can change the world in a directed fashion, but it seems I’m stuck with it. Blog. Read it. Comment.
Over time I may start archiving good posts from my two prior blogs, and the email essays I distributed during the hiatus. Keep watch on this space. Oh yeah, and if you know who I am, please don’t publicize it. Unlike my prior website I don’t necessarily want co-workers reading this.