Global Warming: This mountain doesn't have enough snow. Global Warming: This mountain has too much snow. Unicorn Climate: This mountain has just the right amount of snow.
Of course asking a leftard what the right amount of snow is an exercise in futility. Should Chicago be under a mile of ice like the perfect non-man affected climate of 12,000 BC? Or like Greenland which was green when the Vikings colonized it around 1,000 AD.
Final depressive episode and death Before her death, Plath tried several times to take her own life.[36] On August 24, 1953, she overdosed on sleeping pills,[37] then, in June 1962, she drove her car off the side of the road into a river, which she later said was an attempt to take her own life.[38]
In January 1963, Plath spoke with John Horder, her general practitioner,[36] and a close friend who lived near her. She described the current depressive episode she was experiencing; it had been ongoing for six or seven months.[36] While for most of the time she had been able to continue working, her depression had worsened and become severe, "marked by constant agitation, suicidal thoughts and inability to cope with daily life".[36] Plath struggled with insomnia, taking medication at night to induce sleep, and frequently woke up early.[36] She lost 20 pounds (9 kg).[36] However, she continued to take care of her physical appearance and did not outwardly speak of feeling guilty or unworthy.[36]
23 Fitzroy Road, near Primrose Hill, London, where Plath died by suicide Horder prescribed her an anti-depressant, a monoamine oxidase inhibitor,[36] a few days before her suicide. Knowing she was at risk alone with two young children, he says he visited her daily and made strenuous efforts to have her admitted to a hospital; when that failed, he arranged for a live-in nurse. Commentators have argued that because anti-depressants may take up to three weeks to take effect, her prescription from Horder would not have taken full effect.[39]
The nurse was due to arrive at nine on the morning of February 11, 1963, to help Plath with the care of her children. Upon arrival, she could not get into the flat but eventually gained access with the help of a workman, Charles Langridge. They found Plath dead with her head in the oven, having sealed the rooms between her and her sleeping children with tape, towels and cloths.[40] She was 30 years old.[41]
Plath's intentions have been debated. That morning, she asked her downstairs neighbor, Trevor Thomas (1907–1993), what time he would be leaving. She also left a note reading "Call Dr. Horder", including the doctor's phone number. It is argued Plath turned on the gas at a time when Thomas would have been able to see the note (although the escaping gas had seeped downstairs and also rendered Thomas unconscious while he slept).[42] However, in her biography Giving Up: The Last Days of Sylvia Plath, Plath's friend, Jillian Becker, wrote, "According to Mr. Goodchild, a police officer attached to the coroner's office, [Plath] had thrust her head far into the gas oven and had really meant to die."[43] Horder also believed her intention was clear. He stated that "No one who saw the care with which the kitchen was prepared could have interpreted her action as anything but an irrational compulsion."[41] Plath had described the quality of her despair as "owl's talons clenching my heart".[44] In his 1971 book on suicide, friend and critic Al Alvarez claimed that Plath's suicide was an unanswered cry for help,[41] and spoke, in a BBC interview in March 2000, about his failure to recognize Plath's depression, saying he regretted his inability to offer her emotional support: "I failed her on that level. I was thirty years old and stupid. What did I know about chronic clinical depression? She kind of needed someone to take care of her. And that was not something I could do."[45]
By chance, the artist Maxwell Gordon Lightfoot had killed himself in a nearby house in the same street in 1911.
The green gaia religon marches on. Data Centers have been a big growth item in Oregon. Therefore they must be crushed. Consuming electricity is bad because we need base load coal and gas plants. So, we will kick data centers out of Oregon and replace them with electric vehicles which don't consume base load electricity. Geezus. The only coal plant in Oregon closed in 2020 and it has been 10 years since a new coal plant was built in the US. The chicoms are bringing new coal plants on line at one a week. But, its the US that needs to sacrifice by closing efficient non-polluting natural gas plants and replacing them with unicorn farts. The 543% increase in carbon emissions is BS. Even if accurate its a five fold increase from a little to a little more than a little. The data centers are along the Columbia River because of cheap hydro power which the small electric cooperatives have priority purchase rights from the BPA.
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Global Warming: This mountain doesn't have enough snow.
Global Warming: This mountain has too much snow.
Unicorn Climate: This mountain has just the right amount of snow.
Of course asking a leftard what the right amount of snow is an exercise in futility. Should Chicago be under a mile of ice like the perfect non-man affected climate of 12,000 BC? Or like Greenland which was green when the Vikings colonized it around 1,000 AD.
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Final depressive episode and death
Before her death, Plath tried several times to take her own life.[36] On August 24, 1953, she overdosed on sleeping pills,[37] then, in June 1962, she drove her car off the side of the road into a river, which she later said was an attempt to take her own life.[38]
In January 1963, Plath spoke with John Horder, her general practitioner,[36] and a close friend who lived near her. She described the current depressive episode she was experiencing; it had been ongoing for six or seven months.[36] While for most of the time she had been able to continue working, her depression had worsened and become severe, "marked by constant agitation, suicidal thoughts and inability to cope with daily life".[36] Plath struggled with insomnia, taking medication at night to induce sleep, and frequently woke up early.[36] She lost 20 pounds (9 kg).[36] However, she continued to take care of her physical appearance and did not outwardly speak of feeling guilty or unworthy.[36]
23 Fitzroy Road, near Primrose Hill, London, where Plath died by suicide
Horder prescribed her an anti-depressant, a monoamine oxidase inhibitor,[36] a few days before her suicide. Knowing she was at risk alone with two young children, he says he visited her daily and made strenuous efforts to have her admitted to a hospital; when that failed, he arranged for a live-in nurse. Commentators have argued that because anti-depressants may take up to three weeks to take effect, her prescription from Horder would not have taken full effect.[39]
The nurse was due to arrive at nine on the morning of February 11, 1963, to help Plath with the care of her children. Upon arrival, she could not get into the flat but eventually gained access with the help of a workman, Charles Langridge. They found Plath dead with her head in the oven, having sealed the rooms between her and her sleeping children with tape, towels and cloths.[40] She was 30 years old.[41]
Plath's intentions have been debated. That morning, she asked her downstairs neighbor, Trevor Thomas (1907–1993), what time he would be leaving. She also left a note reading "Call Dr. Horder", including the doctor's phone number. It is argued Plath turned on the gas at a time when Thomas would have been able to see the note (although the escaping gas had seeped downstairs and also rendered Thomas unconscious while he slept).[42] However, in her biography Giving Up: The Last Days of Sylvia Plath, Plath's friend, Jillian Becker, wrote, "According to Mr. Goodchild, a police officer attached to the coroner's office, [Plath] had thrust her head far into the gas oven and had really meant to die."[43] Horder also believed her intention was clear. He stated that "No one who saw the care with which the kitchen was prepared could have interpreted her action as anything but an irrational compulsion."[41] Plath had described the quality of her despair as "owl's talons clenching my heart".[44] In his 1971 book on suicide, friend and critic Al Alvarez claimed that Plath's suicide was an unanswered cry for help,[41] and spoke, in a BBC interview in March 2000, about his failure to recognize Plath's depression, saying he regretted his inability to offer her emotional support: "I failed her on that level. I was thirty years old and stupid. What did I know about chronic clinical depression? She kind of needed someone to take care of her. And that was not something I could do."[45]
By chance, the artist Maxwell Gordon Lightfoot had killed himself in a nearby house in the same street in 1911.
And man did they race to collect. Whatever it takes!