Pretty soon there'll be another cataclysm in my life, the arrival of a grandchild.
In my latest book, Solar Cataclysm: How the Sun Shaped the Past and What We Can Do to Protect Our Future (HarperOne, 2012), I examine the dangers posed to our civilization by solar EMP (electromagnetic pulse), intense bursts of plasma (essentially supercharged energy in gaseous form) that explode from the Sun.
So I hide my grief, push my chin up and allow the cataclysm inside of me to tremble in perpetuity.
Nobody has come close to my Times colleagues in covering the cataclysm and the war it triggered, but it would be good to see a new wave of reporters beat the old media bigfeet in advancing this story.
So began "The Prophecy," a mock futuristic fantasy set after some great Cold War cataclysm, which several members of my high school graduating class collaborated on back in 1962.
On reflection, though, it might have taken nothing less than a cataclysm for Americans to think about my religion at all.
Watching Blizzcon thanks to my Uncle Justin, wink-wink you got the feeling that Cataclysm is a lot further along than wink-wink youLich Kingotas when itheas feelingnnounced, back athatizzCataclysm
Well, a cataclysm just occurred, a few dozen miles from my office at Yale Law School.
People talk about the certainties of the 1950's, but my 1950's were spent in anxious expectation of nuclear cataclysm.
Frankly, I've grown a bit bored with it, but the new Cataclysm expansion (at least what we've seen of it) has rekindled my excitement.
