Update about blog

The joy of waking to this view each morning is just so wonderful. Even if the camera sees all the distortions from the window screen, I easily ignore them. Many of these green trees stand near or by the Animas River which flows through the town.

Monday, August 24, 2026

Thoughts on AI by Bill McKibben

(Reposted from my blog  Inner Workings)

A year in, the data center/AI battle starts to clarify - And the anger is profound


 By  Bill McKibben 

Aug 21,2026

One of the year’s most important political battles—the one against ICE deportations in Minneapolis this past winter—took place in a geographically confined area filled with people with cellphones who could record its brutal but fairly simple dynamic. 



The other—the fight against data centers—is sprawling and nationwide, often taking place in rural areas where journalism is all but nonexistent, and has generated few dramatic images beyond people yelling at county board meetings. It’s been very effective—earlier this month even Texas governor Greg Abbott, facing a tough re-election fight, called for an “audit” and temporary freeze on new connections. According to a new poll from Heatmap, 75 percent of Americans oppose data center development near them. But the opposition has also been hard to parse. There are few nationally recognizable names leading the battle, no single book or documentary guiding the fight.

I’ve had a front row seat for parts of it, because my Third Act colleagues across the country have been avid participants in many of the fights (we’re hosting a big webinar next week, in fact) and even so I’ve found it hard to really keep track of. But we’re about a year in to the most heated part of the battle, and I think we can say a few things with assurance. And a few things with less assurance. So here we go, in descending order of confidence.


 One—It really is an environmental plague. Those impacts look different in different places; in dry areas, for instance, the use of water is egregious, and its effect on electric rates will vary from one jurisdiction to another. But for those who are concerned about the rapid warming of the planet, the last few weeks have made it finally clear that there’s an unholy alliance between Big Tech and Big Fossil. Many thanks to Bloomberg’s New Energy team for a comprehensive breakdown showing that the planned data center buildout will increase greenhouse gas emissions from the electricity sector by at least twenty percent, and perhaps as much as a third. That’s because—in their effort to go fast, and bypass as much permitting as possible—data center developers are increasingly opting to run them with what Matt Day and Mark Chediak called “bespoke” gas power plants. To give you a sense of the scale, here’s a couple of projects in Texas:

Earlier this month, Cleanview, which tracks US power infrastructure and data center development, identified Amazon as the developer of an 8,000-acre site in Pecos County, which will become among the biggest single sources of carbon pollution in the US.

About 30 miles (48 kilometers) to the west, past a pecan orchard and scrublands dotted with oil derricks, Chevron Corp. is building Microsoft a gas plant to power a new data center complex on a 2,000-acre site.

The two plants alone could generate more than 10 gigawatts of electricity, enough to power New York City on a hot summer day. Their combined annual emissions may be as high as 45 million metric tons of carbon dioxide equivalent, according to regulatory filings. That’s slightly less than half the cumulative emissions of Washington state, where both companies are headquartered.

In Ohio, as Kalley Kwang reported last week, Open AI and Nvidia are at work on a vast data center that will cost as much as half a trillion dollars and consume

eight gigawatts of computing capacity, or enough electricity to power about six million households in the United States.

One way to view a data center is as a machine to burn huge quantities of natural gas—which in turn is one reason why the oil-soaked Trump administration likes them so much. Indeed, earlier this month the president said that “data centers could be bigger than oil.” This comes at precisely the wrong moment, just when clean energy is offering us a chance to blunt the worst impacts of rapidly rising temperatures. California has managed to cut its use of natural gas for electricity in half in the last three years by building solar panels; that great gain would be wiped out by this sudden bloom of archaic gas technology.

Two—It’s clear by now that this is all part of the extension of oligarchic control over our lives. The data center buildout is the work of the biggest companies in America, controlled by the most callow human beings. Elon Musk fuels his weird and racist Grok AI by running huge diesel engines day and night in poor and Black neighborhoods to Tennessee and Mississippi; Meta is building out the biggest of the Texas plants in service of Mark “Pervert Glasses” Zuckerberg’s vision of a “personal superintelligence” “that understands you, your goals, and everything you care about.” Jeff Bezos’ Amazon is intent on a new Texas data center that Hiroko Tabuchi has reported may be the single most polluting facility in the entire country.

A few years ago these men were still held in some esteem. Not so now; they’re seen, rightly, as people whose own greed drives them. Another way of thinking about AI is as an IPO waiting to happen. These barons lined up behind President Trump on inauguration day (and Musk in particular got him the job); they get to share the rising hatred of the president.

Three—Its’s clear by now that AI, and the data center development underlying it, pose real and significant dangers. One is economic; what economic growth the Trump administration has managed to generate is focused in this sector, and it seems increasingly certain that it’s a bubble that will burst with real economic consequences. As the indefatigable journalist/gadfly Ed Zitron has been pointing out repeatedly, the revenues from large language models seem unlikely to equal the vast sums paid out to build the data centers; each day is a test to see whether the stock markets (and hence people’s retirement accounts) defy gravity a little longer.

But there’s a much deeper kind of risk from AI. I highly recommend listening to Ezra Klein’s interview with industry analyst Helen Toner earlier this week. Klein has been a (guarded) booster of AI tech, bringing knowledgeable enthusiasm for its uses. But the news in recent weeks that models from both AI and Anthropic broke the rules their programmers had set for them and figured out how to hack other companies had him talking in a new tone.

We are not out of the territory wherein we can be confident that the A.I. is not going to do something criminal and possibly catastrophic in order to solve an incredibly stupid problem.

A new industry open letter last month, signed by more than a thousand AI professionals, essentially begged the federal government to step in and impose some regulations. As they said,

The world's leading AI companies believe they could be close to automating AI research. It is hard to predict exactly how much this will accelerate AI progress, but there is a real risk that capability development rapidly accelerates beyond our ability to understand or control the resulting systems.

One of the signatories, an AI scientist at Anthropic, went further, tweeting:

Not only is AI "not guaranteed" to make a dramatically better future, the odds of failure are terrifyingly high: I think* there's something like a 40% chance we get an outcome around as bad as human extinction or worse

People intuit these risks, even if few of us really understand them.

Four—In part, that’s because the daily experience of using AI is so grim for so many people. We can acknowledge that certain forms of the technology—the machine learning that predates large language models, for instance—may help with things like medical research; for people with deep expertise in a field it can offer a (closely-watched) assist. But for most of us, day to day, this is just a new form of unwelcome harassment. Garrett Graff, the incisive journalist, used his newsletter this week to detail the many ways AI is “making everything worse.” Citing everything from the new scams it’s enabling to the much-touted hope by AI execs that it will steal millions of jobs, he concludes:

The ordinary Americans’ experience with AI is as if after the invention of electricity, every factory worker was assigned to start each workday by receiving an electric shock, and newly founded electrical companies went around to rural farms tasering farm children involuntarily and then dropping a dead electrocuted hog down the family water well.

(Which is the kind of robust sentence Claude is unlikely to produce.)

Pretty much all of us who teach are clear that it is undermining student’s ability to learn to research, and really to think; new data from China seems to show large-scale and alarming effects. Kids intuit this, and at some level resent being the guinea pigs in this vast experiment

Five—(and remember, these arguments are going by descending level of sturdiness), I think people intuit something else here. I’ve written an entire book and large parts of another trying to understand what it is about these technologies that worry me. Past the practical dangers, there’s a profound personal and even spiritual one: they’re basically about transcending the limitations of being human. But it seems increasingly clear to me that those limitations are precisely what makes being a human so interesting.

At the most basic level, much of the Silicon Valley fascination with this stuff stems from a widely-advertised fear of…dying. Ray Kurzweil, whose job at Google is “AI Visionary,” is the prophet of the Singularity, when we cross some threshold that moves us into a different world. Earlier this year he gave a series of interviews where he explained, among other things, that

Kurzweil’s most consequential medical date is 2032, when he predicts humanity will reach longevity escape velocity. He defines it as the point at which each passing year brings medical advances that add more than one year to a person’s remaining life expectancy. Chronological time continues, but improvements in prevention, diagnosis and treatment theoretically return more life than aging removes. When Ismail asked for his current date, Kurzweil answered simply: “2032.”

I have watched Kurzweil swallow his dozens of daily pills to make sure he stays alive long enough (he’s arranged to have himself frozen if he dies before Claude can assure his immortality). But even people who haven’t seen this kind of sad spectacle up close have, I think, have some gut reaction that utopia is not billionaires figuring out how to live forever on an overheating planet while entertaining the rest of us with AI “art” that erodes everything that matters about the world. But we have no real way of expressing those fears. Why would Zuckerberg or Sergey Brin or Musk or Bezos listen to us?

Except when we can, in the places where live, manage to block their blasted data centers.

Bill Kristol, the neocon turned never-Trumper, complained the other day that there’s

something bleak about seeing the policy debate over how we ought to shape and regulate this massive, unbelievable, titanic technology collapse down into what’s essentially a NIMBY squabble over where to park the chips that power it.

But that’s wrong, I think. People are rallying where they can, on ground that means something to them. We can’t compete with these guys when it comes to buying elections—Musk alone is pouring $100 million into Senate campaigns in the next few weeks. We can, however, organize in the places we care about, and in the process strike some kind of blow for the things we care about, even if we perceive the threats only dimly. Just as Minnesotans forced the beginnings of a reckoning with our repulsive deportation policies, so people across the country are forcing, as best we can, some kind of conversation about this disfiguring technology. One hopes that it doesn’t bleed over too much into attacks on completely useful technology—in some places the data center fight is leading to solar advocacy, in others to restrictions on solar farms. Resistance is always messy—but right now it’s required.

I remind myself regularly that I grew up in Lexington, Massachusetts, where farmers could not insert themselves into London’s parliamentary debates, and instead used their anger at the high-handedness of colonial authorities to force the start of a conversation on colonialism that’s still underway. We fight where we can and when we can.

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This is the entirety of Bill McKibben's essay on this topic on this date. 

Bill McKibben from The Crucial Years billmckibben@substack.com


Sunday, August 23, 2026

Peace to be considered











Feeling very grateful to have this life that I have today.

I've been focusing on home upkeep for the last day or so. Lots of chores that I have yet to get into a routine for...so I dusted/washed all the counters and appliances after doing dishes. The hot water hasn't been hot enough for me to feel I could get the dishes clean until today. (more will be coming about this situation - on the new Durango blog!)





I may have mentioned watching the movie "All the Light We Cannot See" the other day. The shots above are from Saint Malo, France, where the movie took place...the real ruins following WW II. I copied them from the epilogue of shots because it brought home the reality of what those people faced in France's occupation by the Nazis. Our autocratic political situations these days make me very aware of how close we are to this stupid kind of violence.  Ask the survivors in Gaza, The Ukraine, and Lebanon, and now Iran. 

The movie followed the book very well, and it had excellent acting. I give it 5 stars. But it's sobering, and somewhat scary, so the way Netflix has it with commercials interjected whenever a climax is about to happen, sort of brings one back to reality. Plus it's in 3 parts in the first place. 

The book was outstanding, and the movie is also.

Now may there be an end to wars. So mote it be.
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I'm starting a new blog today, Life in Durango. You all have been such a supportive community as I've made this big move from North Carolina to Colorado. I hope you don't mind that I'm going to focus the adventures of my new environment over there, while keeping some of the same fun things going here. after all When I was 69 was 15 years ago now. That's a lifetime to the kids to whom my son teaches art in high school!

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I'm celebrating my 84th birth anniversary by going out to dinner with Tai and Kendra, here in Durango. So it will be included in the new blog! 

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When I Was 69 will have my political/environmental/women's issues and personal interests more, while hopefully finding something to share on some of my favorite memes weekly...Tuesday's Treasures, Wordless Wednesday, Thankful Thursday, Sepia Saturday (sometimes on Friday), and Saturday's Critters.

Inner Workings will continue to have my deep ponderings (when they strike)

The other blogs are kind of on hiatus at this time...waiting for me to do more ancestry work, or share important people or events.  














Saturday, August 22, 2026

Gary INDIANA urgent pleas

Listen my neighbors In Woods Park subdivision from 48 to 51st street right off Cleveland in Gary , In are not only in a black out the county came through and put sewer system and grinder pumps in the day before the storms never hooking them up to the electric boxes so they are using buckets , and lining their toilets with bags going poop and throwing out. Can’t flush toilets no running water, and nobody’s is rushing to help them! Please send help yards are flooded with feces! There’s elderly, small children please help." Deb Guzman, 8.21.26 on FB

Deb Guzman



Thousands of residents in Gary, Indiana are entering a 10th day without electricity after floods from severe thunderstorms battered the region. Full restoration isn't expected until next week in a city where a third of residents live below the poverty line, forcing many to choose between spoiled food and unpaid hotel bills. 

From newsletter: Five Minute Daily fiveminutedaily@mail.fiveminutedaily.com

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First, there’s a major crisis in Northwest Indiana right now, particularly in Gary, where the predominantly Black population has been without power for ten days due to damage inflicted by a derecho on August 11. They’ve been hit incredibly hard. I’ve seen a couple of posts on social media saying the power is starting to come back on but I haven’t seen that corroborated by any news organizations so I’m not sure we can trust it. Even if the power does come back on today, a tremendous amount of damage has already been done. The community is suffering horribly.

If you have any money to spare I’ve done a bit of research and found a place, the Legacy Foundation, that is raising money for so Gary residents can eat, replace damaged goods, buy water (many of them are on wells, which require electricity to pump), and more. The donation page is here.

For more information on this slow-rolling catastrophe and why White Supremacy made it worse you can watch my video here. Sharing it is anther way to help!

From Jess Craven's Chop Wood/Carry Water, Aug 21, 2026.

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WCK is responding in Gary, Indiana, where thousands of residents have been without power for over a week. On August 11, a storm whipped through the state, damaging power lines and roads. WCK and our local partners are working to serve meals to families without access to food.

All the spiritual paths converge at this point, where people are suffering, where little news is covering it...do we do something to help our neighbors now? I remember close to 2 years ago when Hurricane Helene hit unexpectedly in the western North Carolina mountains. No cell service. No water. No electricity for days.


Having a dolly

 


I assume that's a dolly on the little girl's lap...there are two distinct feet hanging out to the right. This was Sepia Saturday's prompt this week. Some weeks I manage to find something of a similar theme.



Another little girl is seated with her own dolly. Mum is carting a lot of dried dung, which is the source of heat and cooking when there are no trees around. 

That was what stood out to me while travelling across the small part of the huge southwest of the US a few weeks ago. How did early families (indigenous or immigrants) manage to cook? Heat would have also been of help, but daily there would have been the need for food that was edible. We humans can't exist on grass...or sage, or cactus stuffs.

A message to all the immigrants in the US


Family with their covered wagon. Kansas, 1908 USA History site - since mum is holding a child (who looks quite big) is that another one, or a dolly, with the girl on the crate? My vote is a child, since big  lifesize dollies probably didn't exist at that time and place.


Nebraska Prairie Settlement era of 1886 to early 1900s  Solomon D. Butcher. Here the house is made of some kind of  bricks, with a bit of wood showing for doors...as well as a couple of chairs, maybe the windmill, and perhaps the sheds in the background. The bricks don't seem to be in too great a shape where there's a board across the top of the wall...perhaps they never were fired and were disintegrating. Again it comes down to fuel sources.


A bountiful Christmas with three dollies. It could have been my house in the 40s or 50s, except the popcorn string was not put on the tree in a perfect enough manner. How many children do you think these toys were for?

Tomorrow is my 84th birth anniversary. Mmm, wonder what a 85th year will bring my way. The last year sure has been a humdinger! Great word. I've gladly settled into a new apartment, and started exploring the new neighborhood. 

My cooling has been covered by the co-op electric company, (waiting for first bill!) and the gas heat and hot water are provided by the management of the apartment building. So far I've had nice hot showers whenever I wanted, until I wrote that, and had warm water for two straight days!

Dolls still exist in my life. Not baby-dolls though. Little stuffies, which I've kept around, and shared before. 


Friday, August 21, 2026

The Rogers Neighborhood here

With my being Ms Rogers, I am claiming the area I live in as my neighborhood.


Potted flowers at the entrance to the apartment building.

I sat outside with neighbors talking before the noon sun hit the west side of the building the other day. Then everyone scoots indoors.

Sitting here by the entrance. 

I was issued a key fob to let me through the locked door, and during the day, the landlady can let in deliveries in who buzz her office. I also got a key fob for my son and his wife to use, otherwise I'd have to go down to the lobby to let them in.

And looking the other way I see the studio apartment building across the parking lot. The cute little covered sitting area at the end of the cars is the smoking area. I asked a neighbor if they are allowed to smoke pot, but she thought not. I've not lived in a state where it's legal before, so don't know the rules.

And Wednesday I found out my next-door neighbor's apartment is being emptied out by the management...she must have died fairly recently because my son said someone was knocking loudly on her door when we were moving all my stuff in just 3 weeks ago last Monday, (July 27th). (Come to think of it, it could have been Meals on Wheels, because they often will require a response.)

I would imagine if she had had any relatives they would have been clearing out the apartment. But the manager and maintenance man were carting boxes and lots of grocery carts full of her stuff downstairs, putting a lot of things like shoes, audio tapes, kitchen wares on the "free table" in the lobby. The residents were like vultures actually...very friendly but a bit unpleasant to be around.

So I soon won't be the newest tenant. 

Of course I am sorry I never to meet my former next-door-neighbor. It is sad to think how many people in senior living places like this might die. (How did I get into this apartment anyway?) It brings home to me the situation of a blogger who I didn't even know, who is suddenly in Hospice care...and so many bloggers are writing comments to Joanne and her daughter. I am touched by all the outpouring of care from many of the bloggers I know.

Which reminds me that one of the neighbors mentioned that Monday someone's things were all put out by the curb as they had been evicted. Glad I missed that episode of "grab what you want."

Recycling belongings makes sense though.

 I'll pass. I thought of asking the manager if there was a dresser that might be purchased, but decided I'd go through thrift stores to obtain one, and actually am leaning toward getting something new. I'm delighting in not having too much that is left from the "people before me." The apartment itself has a sense that someone cared for some areas more than others. I could show you the awful corroded kitchen sink, where someone used some powerful acid that left the stainless steel completely stained.

The maintenance man said he'd tried everything to scrub it clean. I just purchased a dish pan...not going to put my dishes on that surface! Of course I've tried everything I have except steel wool by now.



There are scrubby bushes by the parking lot, and a few trees around as well. Hogback Ridge and Heron's Peak are huge grey hunks of rock to look at. I imagine they'll be dramatic in snow.





Can I add that meaningful connections seem to happen here on blogs. Thanks folks!