Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...

Monday, July 8, 2013

Cassandras Fade

Survivalblog is active again, after suffering some kind of cyberattack.  Rawles is nothing if not dogged.

In other news, the Peak Oil site The Oil Drum is shutting down, citing lack of material.  Too bad.  It gave a technical and scientific voice to an issue easily skewed by emotion.  Also, Dave Cohen of the Decline of the Empire blog is calling it quits at the end of this month.  I can hardly blame him.  Nobody wants to hear reality.  After several years of trying to bring attention to issues including ocean acidification and the inability of our current sociopolitical system to get anything done, he is tired and bitter.  I hope he can find peace, while there is time.

Collapse comes to us all, even to the lookouts.

(Photo:  B.W. Carlisle)

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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.

-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"