Whimsical are the home-brew Pinatobu Options for cooling this planet, tactics advancing even now by the obsolucid dreamers who have taken them to the Peruvian hills. Operating in a realm of suspended disbelief, this no-fi geo-engineering scheme relies on the “fool’s gold” of rocks painted white, a retrograde remediation intended to attract displaced climactic conditions for glacial expanse.  Minnesotan Ice Men could not be reached for comments on what could be a formidable retirement home for their ilk.  But I digress.  

As a bioluminescent flying organism myself, I have a particular penchant for “giving a hoot” about both the sordid lack of funds for varied tactical reality campaigns and the ambiguous light-forms concerned. Equally admonished by my attention is the rising wave of scotological extremists clamoring for an outlandish void of autonomous lucidity lest it interfere with the reception of sanctioned astronomies.  Of such autonomous activity, bioluminaries, including Will-o-the-Whisps, the Min Min Light,  The Hornet Spooklight and St. Elmo’s fire find themselves faced with bouts of structural unemployment and the increasing demands of dark sky desperados.

It would not be unprecedented for a total recall of such uppity astronomers’ dim ideals.  Outmoded it seems are the now languishing liberal attitudes towards anomalous phenomena of the air.  Where as once giddy onlookers found Martian canals, lost planets and phantom airships in most any instance of atmospheric light-leak, such elements are now implicated as latent light pollution if paid attention at all.  If aforementioned geo-hacks are the craze, then bring forth a battalion of stones painted with alien craft, of mountains adorned with undulating orbs of the unknown…that these direct action paintings might summon forth falls of bioluminescent dissent en masse, recharging uncertain imaginaries, pronto!