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  • as you forgot about living in a greenhouse. Read this [reuters.com] and this [helsinginsanomat.fi] and then go see this [thedayaftertomorrow.com]. I keep thinking that a cabin up above the artic circle and survivalist training is a better idea with every passing day.
    • The one thing I'm unhappy with in Arctic ecologies is that for humans, there's nearly nothing to eat.
      • Except ourselves! Mmmm...tastes like chicken! I'm pretty certain that humans will be on the menu if a catastrophic climate change occurs. Aside from that...it'll be interesting to see if the reindeer survive and the polar bears, etc. If not, we can all go hunting and looting at the local abandoned grocery or prepare to migrate south.
        • Well, as the weather warms, various plants and animals that can survive/thrive in the new climate will migrate north. It would help if the warming trend is gradual enough that the migration can happen naturally, otherwise there will only be little man-created oases of transplanted life and they will have a hard time getting established. Of course, in a century or so, nature will catch up without human assistance.
          • The problem, in my area, is one of soil types. If tomorrow Alaska suddenly had the same climate that the California central valley has today, it wouldn't have the same soil. Here in the Southeast Islands, it's basically trees growing in on rocks, or bogs. And further north or inland, thawed tundra may or may not be such a great medium for growing wheat or corn.

            On the other hand, it might be absolutely ideal for growing pot!

            And/or the gene-splicers might actually prove useful.

            I call dibs on the job of shoo-ing the Emperor crabs away from the aqua-soy! (With a water-whip.)