Is it really over?

As Lulu would say, “Sad face.”

pKnot says that the hole is shut and nothing is coming through any more.  The Chronofall is over.

There’s a few final voicemails I haven’t had a chance to listen to yet, like there was a last minute rush to get them all out of the pipe before they got pinched off. And there we have it, Chronofall 2014.  We don’t know if there will be another one. Part of me is relieved, feeling like my attention has been so torn lately, trying to keep track of what’s been happening with the chronofacts, and the other Coasters, and still trying to be a mom and a wife and keep my family running smoothly.  But mostly, I’m sad that there won’t be any more.  We need that info, we need to know what the possibilities are so we can address them, today, now, when it matters.

It’s clear from the timelines that not everything we’ve heard will come to pass.  The future is malleable, transient, still unknown.  We know what the risks are, though, and we can do something about it.  Because if we do nothing, we deserve what we get.

Sad face.



Once a mom…

You might have noticed I’ve been a bit quiet, and I apologize for not being a better correspondent.  Truth is, I thought I would have loads of extra time once the girls went to college, but it seems they need me now as much as they did when they were home. Lulu has been struggling with school, and finally made the decision to take a leave of absence and move back home. She’s got a part time job and she’s thinking about what’s next. Betsy, ever connected to her twin, has also gone through her own change of sorts and is switching her major to “something that will help animals.” Handling the Chronofact that her friend Pierre found has had a profound effect on her.  She’s been glued to the FutureCoast Twitter, following the reports, listening to the voicemails, and even spent some time looking for the lost Boston Chronofact.  She sends me links she finds on climate change and has joined several campus activist groups.  “It’s our future,” she reminds me often, “if we don’t do something, we’ll lose it all.” Now, I know I’m biased, being her mother and all, but it is deeply moving to see how committed she is to all this.  What started as a crazy obsession of her mom’s has turned into a calling for her, and she has never been more animated, more active, more ALIVE. She’s recruited Pierre to her cause as well, and seeing the two of them in action makes me feel like we’ve got a shot at changing things.  Some people might listen to those voicemails and feel defeated, like the problem is too large and too unwieldy for us to do anything about.  Not my Bets–she’s taking it as a call to action, a chance to educate herself and others and to think about and do things that could help turn the tide.  She asked me to pass this message on to you. Please understand what a big deal this is for her–she’s never been interested in performing or talking in front of any kind of audience, real or virtual, and even to do this quick video, she insisted that Pierre be there next to her for moral support. I am humbled by her passion.


I think pKnot has shut off his phone. Either that or he can’t hear it in his bunker somewhere beneath–just kidding, he’s probably holed up in a yurt in Albania, for all I know.

I think all the Coasters are going a bit nuts this week, waiting for the Chronofall to start and hoping beyond hope that people out there will find the Chronofacts, send us a picture and we can decode them into new voicemails.

Be on the lookout! We need you!


Sam is a 20-something student who lives in Minnesota, I think. (Right, Sam?) You can find her online at  tumblr and YouTube, mostly. Sam is lucky to have three of her very own chronofacts:


One of Sam’s chronofacts was decoded to the following message from Oklahoma:

2064 Oklahoma

The fear and worry in the man’s voice is unmistakable. Here’s a possible future where tornadoes are so frequent and devastating that people are forced to live permanently in some kind of shelter where they can’t even see what’s going on outside. While current science is still trying to figure out the relationship between climate change and violent weather events like tornadoes, there is no denying the effect on weather in general.

Life in a permanent storm cellar brings to my mind the Cold War panic, when people built bomb shelters in their backyards and prepared for what many assumed was an inevitable nuclear apocalypse.

We survived the Cold War, and I feel hopeful that we’ll survive Climate Change as well.

Future. Coast.

There it is. I have a chronofact. My hands are still shaking. It’s one thing to see pictures, and hear the discovery stories from the other Coasters, to share tangentially in their joy and wonder at the implications of an actual artifact from a possible time to come. It’s quite another to hold that crystalline object in your hand, as if the TARDIS was a real thing and the Doctor had just popped around for tea and your world is changed forever. “Gallifrey” I said when Bets put it in my hands, and she laughed and said yep, I thought the same thing. It’s living time, a snapshot of a language writ in seconds and bits and science so close to magic it’s hard to tell the difference.