It's raining in Greenland
Also: tree lit; a way to battle climate anxiety; mysterious hiking deaths; and more.
Freelancer life is said to be cyclical, like the seasons. Work comes all at once or not at all: boom/bust, feast/famine, peak/trough. Of course, this isn’t true for all freelancers (and the most experienced will say it’s best to insulate yourself with anchor work to avoid the worst of these extremes); it’s generally not even true for me. That said, I’m in the midst of a rare “boom cycle” after a sort of lengthy period of wallowing and feeling at loose ends.
TLDR: I’ve had ~5 deadlines to meet this week, so I’ll keep this newsletter short.
As art performances move outside, venues are hiring meteorologists to read the weather and decide whether the show will go on (a lovely profile by my friend Abby Carney for The New York Times).
It rained at the top of the Greenland Ice Sheet for the first time in recorded history (Dharna Noor for Earther).
While I disagree with the premise that “It can be hard to love nature in New York,” I can’t argue with physically engaging the landscape as a way to heal climate anxiety (Stephanie Foo for Curbed).
How long is a long walk? (Bryan Formhals).
A family—parents, 1-year-old, and dog—mysteriously perished on a hike near Mariposa, California, with no clear cause of death; authorities have dismissed the possibility of gas from nearby mines as the culprit, but are still investigating whether toxic algae might have played a role (Steve Rubenstein for the San Francisco Chronicle; The Associated Press).
And finally, when it comes to the great trees of literature, it seems I am dismally under-read. However, big ups to Sumanth Prabhaker for including Patricia Highsmith’s Tom Ripley books in this list (and the very neat/obvious observation that had previously eluded me, that the name “Dickie Greenleaf” evokes a money tree), and to Joni Tevis for not missing the sea for the trees, or something to that effect (Christopher Cox for Literary Hub).