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I'm glad you caught my drift.no, and we don't care about that stuff we just want to call Mr Tea a eugenicist
I'm glad you caught my drift.no, and we don't care about that stuff we just want to call Mr Tea a eugenicist
from what I understand of that 'space', the predictions that people take most seriously are the UN ones, though i'm sure there's a load of people who know a lot who disagree with them. i vaguely remember that a few years ago those predictions started to say that globally speaking population growth was slowing down, would plateau in 2050, at about 10 billion people or something. i'm probably wrong on the numbers but i think that was the gist of itDo any of you have any sources you consider authoritative re: population growth and resources? It seems like A) a logistical nightmare to quantify this stuff and B) almost always without precedent.
I appreciate that blithe optimism and faith in Progress is kind of your thing, but come on. There was jubilation the other day when the JET team managed to recover 1% of the power they were putting into the machine. For five minutes.Fancy ignoring the mention of nuclear fusion in the very first line.
I agree such a world is sub-ideal, but the question is, "Does the Earth, practically speaking, have a finite carrying capacity that we should be concerned about?" and the evidence overwhelmingly points to "No."
And the picture I painted was a world with hundreds of trillions of people. Even our great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren will live in a world with, at most, a thousandth of that number. There's no reason we can't have a hundred billion humans and still leave 80% of the planet as a nature reserve given the technology of circa 2200 AD. It would take coordination, we'd have to really care about that sorta goal, but that's not the question at hand, the question is what's possible.
depends how much you get out of birds and silence doesn't ityes its a desert basically. very depressing walking through fields, utterly miserable.
i always loved getting smashed in fields, it's a great place to be drunk, better than a pub, way better walking home drunk through fields and darkness than down some arterial road. the english countryside and our collective alcohol issue evolved together, they complement one another, like white wine and fish, that bird that stands on the back of zebrasi remember losing the path in Essex once and trudging through fields for what felt like miles and there was a middle aged man in front of me talking on his phone, probably to some woman whod scorned him, divorced him, cheated on him whatever, pissed out his nut, couldnt walk in a straight line,
this bleak landscape, totally desolate, sky just all greyed out stratus opacus, winter, misery, he ended up passing out in a hawthorne hedge, i just left him there obviously
Sounds like a memory you'll treasure forever, potentially tell grandchildren about, etc.me and my mate got smashed with his speaker on a footpath once, it was march and absolutely freezing, and unfortunately we were listening to amon tobin, it wasn't a great experience i have to say