The email on a Saturday night caught me by surprise. “Join me in a lively chat,” it invited, and the author was “James Hansen.” The email was a response to a comment I had posted on the famous scientist's Substack a few days back. It invited me to chat on WhatsApp where it sounded like I'd have some really cool conversation, and it was Saturday night, and I had had some wine, with a little vodka in it, and so responded: “I'd love to but I can't because Mark Zuckerberg has blocked me from all Meta platforms.” Then I went on with the night and as I was falling asleep I had this wonderful fantasy.
It ended with all of us in Ottawa.
Hansen and a crew of astronomers and climate scientists are gathering a team to go live and work together near Paul Beckwith in Ottawa, and the email invitation means they're recruiting me as the public affairs person. As the climate goes crazy and the US government goes even crazier, this group is going to broadcast truth from Ottawa AND get me out of the United States as well. In Canada I’d finally get to a dentist. And what an exciting job that would be.
In the morning, reality set in, and the Substack monitor emailed saying not to respond to that guy he’s a spammer who does that a lot on Hansen's homepage. Sigh.
On the bright side, since I'm banned from all Meta, I didn't click on the spam attachment, so there’s that.
-kay ebeling, unable to write fiction no matter how many times I try
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