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2024-10-02 06:44:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
2024-10-01 10:09:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-18
2024-09-30 17:19:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
"Helene Has Killed More Than 90 People. Here Are Some Of Their Stories" read the New York Times headline. I tried to recall if I had heard of the serial killer. Woman serial killers make headlines as the embodiment of evil – women who choose to take life, rather than reproduce it. I realised that I knew Helene. She had been seen a week ago in the Gulf of Mexico, before making landfall over the Big Bend of Florida's Gulf Coast, churning out death and destruction in her wake. Helene was a hurricane. Her first name was Potential Tropical Cyclone Nine, given to her by United States meteorological service on 23 September 2024. A day later, as she grew in strength and her personhood took shape, they renamed her Helene. In writing about plants, Potawatomi botanist and author Robin Wall Kimmerer observes that “names are the way we humans build relationships, not only with each other but with the living world” (Kimmerer 2013). My home country, the UK, began naming storms in 2014, following the US which had started giving tropical storms female-only names in the 50s. It took decades of feminist fighting for the US meteorological service to assign storms names coded male too (Skilton 2018). Lately, I have been thinking about the power of naming and names to affect real-world relations. I read a British study that compared named and unnamed storms of similar strength, and found that there were fewer cars on the roads during the named storm. The study's authors reason that this is because of the media event that formed around the named storm, possibly saving lives (Charlton‐Perez 2019). In North American and European nomenclature, storms are named at their geographic origins. If a storm named by the US meteorological service crosses the Atlantic and reaches the UK, it will retain its American name. What if, I wonder, we were to reference a different origin? For example, social, historical or political? In ‘Call Them by Their True Names: American Crises (and Essays)’, Rebecca Solnit argues that to name is to “diagnose” and so to transform our ability to speak about a subject, even articulate our relations to it (Solnit 2018). What if, rather than naming storms after each other, we traced their social origins? One outcome could be that unusually large storms, such as Helene, are named after the extractive industries that make their existence statistically so much more likely. If Hurricane Helene had been introduced to us as Hurricane ExxonMobile or Storm Shell how might our relations to such 'extreme weather' events be changed? To name storms after Big Oil feels as offensive as it is flattening. Yet current naming practices fall short too. It would be apt if, in media coverage, mega storms sounded less 'woman serial killer' and more 'corporate killer' or 'colonial menace'. Could such an expressive exercise help us grasp our role as "weathermakers" (Neimanis 2014), to diagnose the social-political origins of today's weather, and so articulate our relations, our knotty response-abilities to it?
2024-09-29 19:35:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
2024-09-21 19:34:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
I stretch the blue plastic gloves over my hands. Harvesting grapes reminds me of Marina Abramovic's performance "Counting the Rice" in which participants count and separate grains of rice for a minimum of six hours. At first, it's a novelty to be outside cutting, sorting, and plopping the grapes into the bucket at my feet. Then the repetition becomes annoying. I even feel a little anger. But I have committed to be here so cannot stop and by the morning break of coffee, Käsebrot and gherkins, I have found peace. My experience is more solitary than that of the other volunteers whose German language chatter I struggle to follow, espcially when it slips into Viennese dialect. The grapes are small weather globes (Wetterkugeln). We remove the brown, mushy ones smelling of vinegar that did not survive Storm Boris's record rains, dumped on the Wachau region only a week ago. We leave the purple-brown ones that smell sweet and have a fuzz of 'good mould' (Edelschimmel). Their sugars index a summer of sun and heat-stress – Europe's warmest summer since records began (Copernicus 2024). Lastly, we pick out the grapes with small black bruises left by hail early in the growing season. These are mostly on the South-facing vines that I am picking. They will not be sweet, the winemaker tells us.
2024-09-17 08:54:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
2024-09-16 09:06:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Berlin, Germany
Germany
NOAA-19
2024-09-09 06:40:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Heavy rain and cold. In the Vienna woods, mist hangs dense and low between the trees. Back in the flat, on the phone to my mum, I noticed a red balloon suspended above the rooftops. It appears to be tethered by a long string, implausibly stretching the length of the block before disappearing behind a roof. The string is long and weighs down the balloon, which despite its size must have had significant buoyancy. It looks not much larger than a child’s party balloon, but perhaps this was an illusion of perspective. I wondered if it is a weather balloon come back to Earth, however there is no visible payload. Perhaps it is a child's ambitious experiment?
2024-09-08 09:58:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-18
Tomorrow is Schulstartwoche (the week Austria's public schools reopen after the summer break). On Saturday, the man who I buy apples from at the market, tells me that he remembers the Schulstartwoche being cold and rainy. Today, it was so warm outside we closed the windows to keep the flat cool, only to give into the humidity and reopen them. Weather forecasts suggests that, inline with memories of Schulstartwoche, Monday will being heavy rains, causing the temperature to drop to a chilly 19C.
2024-09-07 10:11:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-18
V and I, adamant that it was the last day of summer, caught the train in the opposite direction from home to Hallstattsee. The lake was blissful. Its steep sides and deep waters have kept it cool, even after the hottest of summers. This we learned this from an older couple and their two dogs, who joined us on the narrow pebble beach. I took my first dip since the operation. The cold water held me, drawing me down. Despite my caution and an unfamiliar tugging in my abdomen, I dipped under again and again. The feeling was one of release. I extended my body, unfolding and stretching it in ways that I have not since the beginning of August. The lake’s water was cloudy and its stoney bottom, quickly dropped away. With my film camera, I photographed V floating in a starfish position, her peach colour swim suit beautifully offset by the dark greens of the lake and mountain side. In that moment, I think that we both felt a supreme confidence and peace in our bodies.
2024-09-06 19:19:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
It is one month since the operation and being engulfed by the 'closest weather' of my body. Last night I dreamt that I was standing in a brackish pool near the coast, bare foot with a fine mud between my toes. N and S are nearby. The coastline could be West Scotland. N asks if I’ve stood in the pool before. I know that I have, but for reasons I cannot explain, I lie and say that I haven't. Stripy leaches appear from the mud and attach their mouths to my feet. In horror, I freeze, unable to move for fear of stirring up more leaches. N reaches over and helps me jump out of the pool. I wake distressed and go to the next room where N is sleeping. I fall asleep again, only to dream that I am at a surreal hospital check-up.
2024-09-05 19:31:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
Despite the daytime heat, the nights are cooler. Only the mosquitoes continue to be a pest. There must have been a mass hatching event as there are so many, espcially in the studio. I think that I am now able to tell part the larger black and white striped ‘common’ mosquito from the smaller brown ‘tiger’ mosquito. With some encouragement, the last of my five scabs 'fell' came off. I pulled at the plastic surgical threads still protruding my my belly button but they wouldn’t budge and later my tummy ached. Once all the wounds are seal, I can swim again. These days, I can mostly move without pain but I am still cautious about twisting or turning too suddenly. I wonder if the doctor will find adhesions when I have my check-up in two weeks. The thin red scars look small on the surface but feel bulbous beneath the skin. In the evening, S from the hospital, WhatsApp'ed me to say that her endometriosis had already returned. The news is disturbing. She already has a new cyst! So, soon? “No one could have known,” she writes.
2024-09-03 20:50:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-18
Sunny, but not too hot. A manageable heat to get work done in.
2024-09-02 21:03:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
There are so many mosquitos in the studio! They bite you even when you are wearing buy spray.
2024-08-29 19:17:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-28 19:30:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-27 19:42:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-26 20:50:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-25 08:37:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-24 08:49:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-23 09:58:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-22 17:29:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station Wien
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-20 19:28:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-19 20:38:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-18 20:50:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-17 06:35:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-16 08:48:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-14 17:35:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-14 10:11:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-13 06:38:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-12 19:27:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-11 19:39:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-10 20:50:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Satellite not known.
2024-08-09 21:03:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-15
Today, I came home from the hospital. The weather was fair and I wore a tee white printed shirt and black slacks, loose at the waist. Satellite not known.
2024-08-06 19:00:00
Prototype Automatic Ground Station 2
Vienna, Austria
Austria
NOAA-19
There was no satellite recording today because N was still troubleshooting the prototype ground station, so a bending of time, this recording is from tomorrow, the day of my operation. As I write this, I am waiting for the 'big day'. It’s raining, I can hear but not see the water cascade onto the hard facade the 1970s hospital building as the long curtains in my room are closed. Possibly for privacy or, I speculate, because the my roommate left for the operating theatre this morning when it was still dark. Either way the yellow glow of the artificial lights makes me groggy before anyone has even laid a finger on my body. A nurse searches for the word in English, “I will tie the bandage tight so as to stop a …. hema-toma." "Your vein opened too wide," she explains. "God", I say, "that sounds bad!" She reassures me, then sticks a cannula above my wrist where there seems too little flesh between skin and bone to cushion its intrusion. It stings. I watch my blood back flow into the two plastic tiny tubes. “I think that I’m going to throw up,” I say as a nurse announces lunch. I am given a cardboard bowl to throw up in and a tray with a clear soup, asparagus, rice, lettuce leaves, and a yogurt. I skip the yogurt and throwing up, and decide that I need sunlight. Opening the long curtains brings into view a drab but solid looking Altbau opposite. The rest of the day passes with time suspended between boredom, anxiety and grief, the sources of which I guess but chose not to give shape to with words. Satellite not known.