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Top 12 Fictional Resources for Surviving Apocalypse

September 19, 2011 by David Mark Brown

Where does one go to educate themselves on the bare knuckle elements of survival the inevitable apocalypse will require? Why the public library of course. (Which by the way, is one of the strongholds I believe will survive in many communities as legions of well-armed nerdling warriors barricade the doors and hunker down with their favorite graphic novels.)

But when you visit your local library pre-end times, what resources do you turn to for all your apocalyptic preparatory needs? That is what this post will endeavor to layout. Of course, if I miss any of the essentials, please leave a comment to add them to the list. Here is my apocalypse survival list including both novels and movies.

Apocalypse Month @ The Green Porch

September 12, 2011 by David Mark Brown

Yeehaw! all you fatalists and fans of apocalyptical madness. Over the next month The Green Porch will be discussing all things end times from the fantastical to fanatical to depressing to hilarious, and how these things can impact the quality of our lives in the here and now.

So whether you are interested in which vegetables to plant in your end times garden or how to stave off zombie attack, tune in all month for pithy wisdom and to participate in reader polls, etc.

Today we’ll kick it all off by discussing the most common versions of apocalypse, and which you personally think is most likely to happen.

Consumption Vs. Production: an Internal Conflict

September 8, 2011 by David Mark Brown

The world is on fire, again. As I type this blog post, I’m separated from a murky, smoke-filled valley by some sticks, panes of glass and sheetrock. What a lousy way to celebrate the commencment of the 90th season of America’s favorite gladiator sport. (No, not Pyramid or Murder Ball. I’m talking about the NFL.)

Fire season is upon us. This is the time of the year when I’m most likely to languish in grim thoughts of Armageddon and cast my arms toward the fiery red ball in the sky while brimming with despair. So why should this year be any different?

Then I realized, fire itself gets to the heart of it.