Buckle Up. Things Are About to Get Weird.
What's ahead in this newsletter.
Cassidy Steele Dale writes to equip you with the forecasts, foresight skills and perspectives, and tools you may need to create a better, kinder world.
And one of those ways is to let you in on what I’ll be writing about this spring.
Behind the scenes here at Think Future with our crack team of me-living-by-my-wits-alone some weeks are more dedicated to figuring out What the Crap I’m Going to Write than by actual writing. In the name of transparency my What the Crap Am I Going to Write This Spring/Summer? list includes (so you have something to look forward to/fear) in no particular order:
Additional structured thinking on how the 2024 presidential election might turn out, including a set of mini-scenarios.
Forecasts on ramifications of some Supreme Court decisions coming soon in their latest streaming-TV-season of <insert blood curdling scream here but maybe not>.
Longer term ramifications of the voter fraud myth and why giraffes can’t climb trees.
The group of futurists and engineers who are building a giant clock out in the Nevada desert that will keep time for 10,000 years. They bought a mountain and their clock prototype is in the British Museum. They’re going to put a library with the clock in the mountain designed to help people rebuild human civilization following a global cataclysm. If needed. I’m helping with the library. Or trying to.
Pirate Borg, Mork Borg, Swedish death metal, and some paladins for democracy.
Dungeons and Dragons, some spectacularly bad business decision making, walled gardens, and “enshittification.”
How to rejuvenate plateaued and/or maybe dying churches. Because my daddy taught me how.
The joys and pains of Swedish death cleaning and how that staged me for my next 50 years.
The Christmas Miracle story my wife and I witnessed in a bar/bowling alley that was not inspiring but gave me hope.
The Resurrection Parish (and the altar call my pastors can’t make).
“Some bullets are made of chocolate,” my wife said before rolling over and going back to sleep but then I had to go find a bad guy the next day and I could not take our dog as backup because our dog had no chill.
On the Book of Revelation and the actual future. And steampunk. And the treehouse at the end of the world.
The Mystery of the Dirt Mound in My Yard. But that dead chicken had keys to its own house and batteries for its Walkman.
Some songs for you to sing in case I’m too optimistic. They all involve a lotta cussing.
The little FM radio station with no range — and the global seed bank — at the top of the world.
What I told my friend on his deathbed, the same friend I wrote about in this post. What I told him later near the end. He would not mind me telling you. Because you were part of the story.
“When do we get to use the guns?”
My review of the movie Civil War (when it comes out April 12).
The deep difference between doomscrolling and hopequesting.
Death by Pug and what I swore to a buddy of mine that I would tell the coroner if the time came.
What my candle logo image has meant all along. It’s about you.
Why we won’t close out this year wanting to walk into the sea with our clothes on.
Me telling you some of these stories, particularly the “Some bullets are made of chocolate” story, may get vetoed along the way by my wife, friends and family, Jesus, and Congress. (I still don’t have permission to tell you about the time I almost got into a fistfight with a goat. I would have lost.) But nonetheless by the end of the year you’ll have a few more reasons to have hope in the future. Good ones.
See you next week.