Climate Cat
@samcherubin.bsky.social
Poet and non-fiction author.
I write about the future of healthcare, climate change . . . and Climate Cat.
My book, "The Crisis is Here: The Complete Guide to Protecting Your Health in a Changing World" will be published Fall 2025.
I write about the future of healthcare, climate change . . . and Climate Cat.
My book, "The Crisis is Here: The Complete Guide to Protecting Your Health in a Changing World" will be published Fall 2025.
Spam Bluesky accounts aren’t even trying anymore.
How hard can it be?
“Weather witch who escaped a Jane Austen novel.
By day I summon hurricanes. By night I hand-feed heirloom snap peas. Recently co-signed the Fossil Fuel Non-Proliferation Treaty.
Click here to unlock my Regency-era Only Fans.”
How hard can it be?
“Weather witch who escaped a Jane Austen novel.
By day I summon hurricanes. By night I hand-feed heirloom snap peas. Recently co-signed the Fossil Fuel Non-Proliferation Treaty.
Click here to unlock my Regency-era Only Fans.”
September 12, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Spam Bluesky accounts aren’t even trying anymore.
How hard can it be?
“Weather witch who escaped a Jane Austen novel.
By day I summon hurricanes. By night I hand-feed heirloom snap peas. Recently co-signed the Fossil Fuel Non-Proliferation Treaty.
Click here to unlock my Regency-era Only Fans.”
How hard can it be?
“Weather witch who escaped a Jane Austen novel.
By day I summon hurricanes. By night I hand-feed heirloom snap peas. Recently co-signed the Fossil Fuel Non-Proliferation Treaty.
Click here to unlock my Regency-era Only Fans.”
The Tunaturducken, a broader reflection on our age of peril.
A turkey, proud and puffed with fanlike feathers; a duck, sleek and smooth as it sails upon the water like Shelley on the Arno; a chicken, homely, industrious, clucking an eternal warning; a tuna, glistening from the deep.
A turkey, proud and puffed with fanlike feathers; a duck, sleek and smooth as it sails upon the water like Shelley on the Arno; a chicken, homely, industrious, clucking an eternal warning; a tuna, glistening from the deep.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
The Tunaturducken, a broader reflection on our age of peril.
A turkey, proud and puffed with fanlike feathers; a duck, sleek and smooth as it sails upon the water like Shelley on the Arno; a chicken, homely, industrious, clucking an eternal warning; a tuna, glistening from the deep.
A turkey, proud and puffed with fanlike feathers; a duck, sleek and smooth as it sails upon the water like Shelley on the Arno; a chicken, homely, industrious, clucking an eternal warning; a tuna, glistening from the deep.
Reposted by Climate Cat
What if we took the drinking water used to cool the AI data centers, and used it to cool the nuclear reactors powering the AI data centers, then bottled it as "Aesthetic Water"?
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
September 3, 2025 at 2:49 AM
What if we took the drinking water used to cool the AI data centers, and used it to cool the nuclear reactors powering the AI data centers, then bottled it as "Aesthetic Water"?
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
The Carbon Goddess (looking suspiciously like Jane Morris) wants to know.
4. Arts and Crafts
When industry gave them cheap chairs and cheaper souls, Morris gave them carved oak, garden vines, and poetry in wallpaper.
When cities filled with uniform bricks and choking fog, some dreamed cottages with mullioned windows and hearths that hummed with human touch.
When industry gave them cheap chairs and cheaper souls, Morris gave them carved oak, garden vines, and poetry in wallpaper.
When cities filled with uniform bricks and choking fog, some dreamed cottages with mullioned windows and hearths that hummed with human touch.
July 25, 2025 at 8:58 PM
4. Arts and Crafts
When industry gave them cheap chairs and cheaper souls, Morris gave them carved oak, garden vines, and poetry in wallpaper.
When cities filled with uniform bricks and choking fog, some dreamed cottages with mullioned windows and hearths that hummed with human touch.
When industry gave them cheap chairs and cheaper souls, Morris gave them carved oak, garden vines, and poetry in wallpaper.
When cities filled with uniform bricks and choking fog, some dreamed cottages with mullioned windows and hearths that hummed with human touch.
3. The City of Dreadful Night
I reached the portal common spirits fear,
And read the words above it, dark yet clear,
"Leave hope behind, all ye who enter here:"
And would have passed in, gratified to gain
That positive eternity of pain
Instead of this insufferable inane.
I reached the portal common spirits fear,
And read the words above it, dark yet clear,
"Leave hope behind, all ye who enter here:"
And would have passed in, gratified to gain
That positive eternity of pain
Instead of this insufferable inane.
July 25, 2025 at 8:28 PM
3. The City of Dreadful Night
I reached the portal common spirits fear,
And read the words above it, dark yet clear,
"Leave hope behind, all ye who enter here:"
And would have passed in, gratified to gain
That positive eternity of pain
Instead of this insufferable inane.
I reached the portal common spirits fear,
And read the words above it, dark yet clear,
"Leave hope behind, all ye who enter here:"
And would have passed in, gratified to gain
That positive eternity of pain
Instead of this insufferable inane.
2. Pollutants
Smokestacks were symbols of industy, progress and empire.
The poor lived next to factories and open sewers.
Arsenic-dyed dresses poisoned wearers and workers.
I have some lovely emerald green books of poetry from the period . . .
www.washingtonpost.com/home/2024/07...
Smokestacks were symbols of industy, progress and empire.
The poor lived next to factories and open sewers.
Arsenic-dyed dresses poisoned wearers and workers.
I have some lovely emerald green books of poetry from the period . . .
www.washingtonpost.com/home/2024/07...
www.washingtonpost.com
July 25, 2025 at 8:11 PM
2. Pollutants
Smokestacks were symbols of industy, progress and empire.
The poor lived next to factories and open sewers.
Arsenic-dyed dresses poisoned wearers and workers.
I have some lovely emerald green books of poetry from the period . . .
www.washingtonpost.com/home/2024/07...
Smokestacks were symbols of industy, progress and empire.
The poor lived next to factories and open sewers.
Arsenic-dyed dresses poisoned wearers and workers.
I have some lovely emerald green books of poetry from the period . . .
www.washingtonpost.com/home/2024/07...
The new Victorians
1. Fetish for Innovation in Communication
Telegrams, penny dreadfuls, multiple daily newspapers, weeklies, monthlies, serialized novels.
Mail delivery 6-12 times a day, depending on where you lived.
Widespread literacy.
Victorians devoured print media.
1. Fetish for Innovation in Communication
Telegrams, penny dreadfuls, multiple daily newspapers, weeklies, monthlies, serialized novels.
Mail delivery 6-12 times a day, depending on where you lived.
Widespread literacy.
Victorians devoured print media.
July 25, 2025 at 8:06 PM
The new Victorians
1. Fetish for Innovation in Communication
Telegrams, penny dreadfuls, multiple daily newspapers, weeklies, monthlies, serialized novels.
Mail delivery 6-12 times a day, depending on where you lived.
Widespread literacy.
Victorians devoured print media.
1. Fetish for Innovation in Communication
Telegrams, penny dreadfuls, multiple daily newspapers, weeklies, monthlies, serialized novels.
Mail delivery 6-12 times a day, depending on where you lived.
Widespread literacy.
Victorians devoured print media.
Holding coal close to her heart.
July 25, 2025 at 7:59 PM
Holding coal close to her heart.
Born of coal and starlight, she spins the old world’s spell.
July 25, 2025 at 11:42 AM
Born of coal and starlight, she spins the old world’s spell.
Coming this September: The Crisis Is Here
INGREDIENTS:
Actual science
Checklists
Hand-drawn illustrations of Climate Cat
Polysyllables
Prose (the Muses shudder)
Research
DISCLAIMER: This book contains no Victorian iconography, AI-generated illustrations, or prosody.
INGREDIENTS:
Actual science
Checklists
Hand-drawn illustrations of Climate Cat
Polysyllables
Prose (the Muses shudder)
Research
DISCLAIMER: This book contains no Victorian iconography, AI-generated illustrations, or prosody.
July 20, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Coming this September: The Crisis Is Here
INGREDIENTS:
Actual science
Checklists
Hand-drawn illustrations of Climate Cat
Polysyllables
Prose (the Muses shudder)
Research
DISCLAIMER: This book contains no Victorian iconography, AI-generated illustrations, or prosody.
INGREDIENTS:
Actual science
Checklists
Hand-drawn illustrations of Climate Cat
Polysyllables
Prose (the Muses shudder)
Research
DISCLAIMER: This book contains no Victorian iconography, AI-generated illustrations, or prosody.
Liberty passing the torch to Climate Cat.
But he's been sucked into a loop of Victorian paintings and the music of Swinburne’s poetry.
Now he draws energy from mastodon cities of data centers.
Hulking behemoths of the Golden Dawn, chewing through electrons like artisanal pasta from Trader Joe's.
But he's been sucked into a loop of Victorian paintings and the music of Swinburne’s poetry.
Now he draws energy from mastodon cities of data centers.
Hulking behemoths of the Golden Dawn, chewing through electrons like artisanal pasta from Trader Joe's.
July 20, 2025 at 5:09 PM
Liberty passing the torch to Climate Cat.
But he's been sucked into a loop of Victorian paintings and the music of Swinburne’s poetry.
Now he draws energy from mastodon cities of data centers.
Hulking behemoths of the Golden Dawn, chewing through electrons like artisanal pasta from Trader Joe's.
But he's been sucked into a loop of Victorian paintings and the music of Swinburne’s poetry.
Now he draws energy from mastodon cities of data centers.
Hulking behemoths of the Golden Dawn, chewing through electrons like artisanal pasta from Trader Joe's.
Let no sentimentalist decry her gifts, for in her embrace we find the triumph of civilization over savagery, of industry over idle pastoral fancy.
She is the Mother of Iron, the Midwife of Empire, and the true Flame-Bearer of our glorious age.
The Carbon Goddess, the Light of this world.
She is the Mother of Iron, the Midwife of Empire, and the true Flame-Bearer of our glorious age.
The Carbon Goddess, the Light of this world.
July 13, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Let no sentimentalist decry her gifts, for in her embrace we find the triumph of civilization over savagery, of industry over idle pastoral fancy.
She is the Mother of Iron, the Midwife of Empire, and the true Flame-Bearer of our glorious age.
The Carbon Goddess, the Light of this world.
She is the Mother of Iron, the Midwife of Empire, and the true Flame-Bearer of our glorious age.
The Carbon Goddess, the Light of this world.
the cloak of combined power
July 11, 2025 at 2:43 PM
the cloak of combined power
this is my reorganizing the table of contents, notes and appendices face
July 10, 2025 at 3:07 PM
this is my reorganizing the table of contents, notes and appendices face
The Carbon Goddess feeds the fire.
July 9, 2025 at 11:51 PM
The Carbon Goddess feeds the fire.
Still looking for that damned croissant.
July 9, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Still looking for that damned croissant.