Bruce Baugh

@ferrymanjones2.bsky.social

Middle-aged (how did that happen?) former writer; professional sick person; nerd for horror, sf, fantasy, history, science, roleplaying games, progressive rock; owner of cats. Fan of the Pacific Northwest, which is fortunate, since I live there. He/him.

Water is returning to the African Sahel. After the catastrophic droughts of the late 20th century, aquifers from Senegal to Ethiopia are refilling, water tables in Niger have risen four metres, and Lake Chad has swollen to ten times its mid-1980s size. Yale E360 buff.ly/SUrDAnL #ShareGoodNewsToo

After Decades of Drought, Water Is Rising in the African Sahel

Warming has brought extreme rain to the parched Sahel, which is seeing aquifers refill as monsoons grow stronger. But heavier downpours alone cannot explain the groundwater revival, say hydrologists,…

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My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.

Universityes yn red states are at risk because of a fundamental disregard for key principles of academic labor, scholarship, and higher educacioun. Universityes yn blue states are at risk because of a fundamental disregard for key principles of academic labor, scholarship, and higher educacioun.

What's your personal great white whale of an unsolved mystery? The thing you desperately hope is solved before you die because you need to know the answer? Mine is the Isabella Stewart Gardener Museum heist. Where the hell are the Rembrandts. I need the full story

The moone doth belonge to everichon The best thynges yn lyfe are fre The starres do belonge to everichon Thei shyne ther for me and thee -- The floures yn spring -- The robins that singe -- The sunbeames that shyne -- Thyne, and myne! And love can come to everichon The best thynges yn lyfe are fre!

Do not messe wyth writers. Thei are the kyndeste and meanest and weirdest folk on Earthe. Thei kan create a person yn a second, or make a partye be rememberid for two thousande years. Thei kan stitch and unstitch worldes. Thei give names to emociouns we do not yet understande. Odd people, mightye.

Our cats don't knock glasses off of counters or dishes off of shelves. No, no, that would be too simple. Our cats prefer to knock MY BOOKS OFF THE SHELVES. ENTIRE ROWS OF THEM.

Noticing some folks seem to think writers just say clever things without understanding how the world works, as if we're all naifs who just happen to be good with words instead of people with formal educations and a professional interest verging on requirement in the ability to conduct research

I know it’s so pedantic, but I hate it when people throw toga parties and then wear a Greek chiton off Amazon with, like, a gold meander pattern. That’s why I always teach my students how to tie a proper bedsheet toga—because Rome.

This is still happening! The Wrong Dead Guy is just $1.99. It's like if Carl Hiaasen wrote a sort of fantasy/SF weird heist thing...There might even be a monster. I'm not sure. It's hard to remember. But it's just $1.99. You read it and tell me.

The cover of the wrong dead guy