Drowning Miami

For more reasons than one, this article in the guardian is utterly terrifying.

Of course, the article doesn’t skimp on the overly dramatic, with lines like

Miami and its surroundings are facing a calamity worthy of the Old Testament.


 Nor will south Florida have to wait that long for the devastation to come. Long before the seas have risen a further three or four feet, there will be irreversible breakdowns in society, he says.

But the truth is, even if things don’t turn out that grim – they will be bad nonetheless. I moved here four years ago. In those four years, I have seen more and more flooding – Miami Beach turns into a giant pool during high tide. And even billions spent on a new drainage system only turn the water level on Alton Road from knee high to ankle high.

By now, it might already be too late to avoid climate change. However, we might be able to deal with it; just like human ingenuity has managed to deal with forces of nature throughout its history.

What might save Miami is some of its ultra-rich inhabitants (who typically also happen to live in areas most affected by rising sea levels) putting enough resources behind measures to deal with climate change. Meanwhile Florida’s politicians remain busy pretending that the problem doesn’t even exist.

Under the Iron Sea

Some songs and albums just get ingrained in your memory. Of course, this is no original thought – perhaps no one did a better job writing about it than Nick Hornby).

For me, one of those albums is Keane’s Under the Iron Sea. I remember listening to it, multiple times in a row, on drive from Jacksonville to Atlanta; the album playing on a black & red U2 iPod, driving down the highway in a ’93 Chevy Blazer (my first car after moving to the US).

That was 2006, and it already seems like an eternity ago. How far away will today feel nine years from now – when my kids are well on their way to being teenagers? Together with Keane’s songs, that’s enough to start feeling a little bit sentimental.