This weekly Snippets column is a collection of short items: responses to posted articles, practical self-sufficiency items, how-tos, lessons learned, tips and tricks, and news items — both from readers and from SurvivalBlog’s editors. Note that we may select some long e-mails for posting as separate letters.
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Our Editor-At-Large Michael Z. Williamson was the first of several folks to mention this: Bear and bulletproof travel trailer is ready for the roughest stuff.
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Canada’s Gun Confiscation Program in First Phase.
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NASA: We’d Have a 30-Minute Warning Before a Killer Solar Storm Hits Earth.
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End of a love affair: AM radio is being removed from many cars. (A hat tip to D.S.V., for the link.)
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Tam, at the long-running and never boring View From The Porch blog pointed me to this thought-provoking essay: To the Graduating Class of 2023… The essay begins:
“I can’t help but feel like a chapter in the evolution of social media is drawing to a close.
Now, surely some of this feeling is a product of my changing perspective. I got my first social media account when I was 19 years old and signed up for MySpace in college; I turn 41 later this month, and it’d be foolish to pretend that more than two decades of maturation hasn’t altered my relationship with social media.
Still, there’s no denying that something has shifted.
Between the haphazard-yet-thorough disassembly of Twitter at the hands of Elon Musk, the driftless and flailing “metaverse” obsessions of Facebook, and the can’t-put-my-finger-on-it-but-something’s-not-right-here vibe of Instagram these days, it’s hard not to feel like we’re at the end of an era. Social media will evolve and persist, but the monoculture days of everyone hanging out in the same few places are winding down.
Like many, I feel a pang of loss for these spaces, spaces from which I’ve taken a lot in the past two decades.
But I’m not here to throw a funeral.
Instead, I view this as a sort of graduation.
Some of us are leaving, headed for new and hopefully exciting places. Others will hang around town for a while, clinging to a moment we’re not quite ready to admit has passed. Things may be better or worse; all we can be sure of is that they’ll be different.”
