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 choice is ours: to gnaw at the carcass of a world undone, or to craft, even yet, a sustenance worthy of generations to come.
September 5, 2025 at 11:00 PM
The choice is ours: to gnaw at the carcass of a world undone, or to craft, even yet, a sustenance worthy of generations to come.
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.
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.
it all began with Clippy
the original Renaissance man
the original Renaissance man
August 20, 2025 at 5:16 PM
it all began with Clippy
the original Renaissance man
the original Renaissance man
Doesn't every house have a Peacock Room?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
August 17, 2025 at 5:58 PM
Doesn't every house have a Peacock Room?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
Lit by moonlight on the Thames?
Do the juvenile or immature librarians feel excluded?
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
August 5, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Do the juvenile or immature librarians feel excluded?
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
Nothing says irrational exuberance like a young librarian.
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly forebidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheticals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit.
July 31, 2025 at 10:24 PM
How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly forebidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheticals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit.
We're in the CO2 is good for plants and planets stage.
Since carbon is good and oxygen is good, why can't they be doubly good together?
Since carbon is good and oxygen is good, why can't they be doubly good together?
July 29, 2025 at 2:27 PM
We're in the CO2 is good for plants and planets stage.
Since carbon is good and oxygen is good, why can't they be doubly good together?
Since carbon is good and oxygen is good, why can't they be doubly good together?
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.
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.
He has a relative from Plymouth Massachusetts.
July 24, 2025 at 11:15 PM
He has a relative from Plymouth Massachusetts.
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.
repairman for the AI
July 17, 2025 at 6:35 PM
repairman for the AI
shocking fluctuations.
I agree.
I'm still waiting for the down.
I agree.
I'm still waiting for the down.
July 17, 2025 at 4:36 PM
shocking fluctuations.
I agree.
I'm still waiting for the down.
I agree.
I'm still waiting for the down.