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Trebbe Johnson
@trebbe.bsky.social
Writer, adventurer, lover and mourner of the Earth
Why does trump love putin so much? Why don’t our congressional reps speak out and show they have some f’ing guts and aren’t afraid to speak the truth about what is happening to destroy this country? Are my grandchildren going to have to go to war against Europe? And will i sleep at all tonight?
March 1, 2025 at 4:14 AM
They can forbid us to use the term “climate change,” but they can’t shut down reality. And there are infinite words we can use to express it.
February 12, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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Just received an email saying that it's not advisable to include the following words in future applications for research funding to the US DOT. Here we are.
February 6, 2025 at 5:37 PM
During a sleepless night, I started to count how many days trump will be in office. Then realized:
a: he might not leave in four years
b: something so terrible could happen that counting days becomes irrelevant
January 22, 2025 at 1:17 AM
Oh god, and now we have to listen to that smarmy, sanctimonious, lying voice every f’ing day
January 21, 2025 at 8:11 PM
On this day, January 20, 2025, another day that will live in infamy… I plan on playing music all day. At this moment listening to Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos.
January 20, 2025 at 2:41 PM
Why do weather forecasts only talk about the effect of wind when it makes the temperature seem worse? They give the winter “wind chill”… but why not the spring “breeze warmth”? As in “It’s 36 o today but the breeze warmth makes it feel like 45.”
January 19, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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My New Year’s resolution is to live in corrupt, morally bankrupt, fascist times. So, already nailed that.
January 3, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Being picky about who I follow back.
January 14, 2025 at 2:33 AM
In the middle of the night a rabbit comes to sit by the bird feeder in my back yard. When I get up to pee, I go and look at him—still and dark in the snow, now glittering in the moonlight, a patient messenger from a place of yearning. Sometimes I leave lettuce for him.
January 13, 2025 at 1:06 AM
I’m a longtime Facebook user. Now that Zuckerberg is donating $1 million to Trump’s inauguration and ending FB’s fact-checking department, I’m done. Keep thinking about that WWII parable about “they came for the Jews and I did nothing…” Time to start paying attention to what “they” are coming for.
January 10, 2025 at 2:45 AM
Not content with speaking solely to the assembled congregants, God now has bigger plans: live streaming!
January 4, 2025 at 1:51 AM
At midnight I step down as exec director of Radical Joy for Hard Times, the organization I founded in 2009 to find and make beauty in broken places. I will devote myself fully to writing. Also some teaching & speaking about ways to honor the Earth. Feeling awed, scared, proud, moved & crazy-excited!
January 1, 2025 at 1:55 AM
At midnight I step down as exec director of Radical Joy for Hard Times, the organization I founded in 2009, devoted to finding and making beauty in broken places. I’ll now devote myself full-time to writing. Also some teaching & speaking. Feeling awed, sad, proud, scared, & crazy-excited.
December 31, 2024 at 11:47 PM
A practice I love: going out to the shed and gathering an armload of logs for my woodburning stove. I especially love it when I can walk through the snow.
December 31, 2024 at 4:23 PM
Have you noticed the way people so often respond to interview questions these days? (Particularly thinking of NPR, to which i am a regular if often exasperated listener.) The interviewer asks a question, & the interviewee responds, “Yeah, so….” What’s this about? Fear of seeming too decisive?
December 31, 2024 at 10:23 AM
I love the wildness of wind blowing as I’m reading in bed before sleep. And feeling a little fear that that wild wind will snap off a branch of the enormous willow tree in my yard and smash the house. If that happens, those who know me will say, “For her not a bad way to die.”
December 30, 2024 at 1:35 AM
I finished The NY Times’s annual Super Mega crossword puzzle
December 29, 2024 at 1:33 PM
Hooded crows with bread stolen from the terrace of the breakfast buffet directly above. Sharm el Sheikh, Egypt, about 3 weeks ago. #birds!
December 28, 2024 at 10:47 PM
Please no private messages with roses or kittens, guys. Not appealing
December 28, 2024 at 10:37 PM
When we were teenagers my Beatlemaniac friend Carrie and I would give each other their latest album for Christmas. Last time we did that was a few years ago with The Beatles Anthology.
December 24, 2024 at 4:55 PM
The other day I went to a tire place to get winter tires put on my car. Three men of varying ages and I were in the waiting area. All four of us were reading books. No one was perusing their phone. I love Ithaca. #booksky
December 24, 2024 at 12:46 AM
The sky is so crowded! This disturbing photo is a time-lapse 30-minute view of the passage of satellites (the dashed lines). From the Washington Post, December 21
December 22, 2024 at 10:17 AM
When I think somebody expects something from me on a regular basis, the Imp of the Perverse compels me to quit doing it for a while. My strange inner battle with social media.
December 21, 2024 at 3:13 AM
Why are the supermarket stickers on pears, which have thin peels, hard to take off, whereas the stickers on apples, which have thick peels, are easy to take off?
December 9, 2024 at 7:14 PM