Wednesday, February 05, 2025

Extinction Can Wait

There is a class of news reports that get lost in the never-ending political drama that constitutes the news cycle these days. These include the asteroid that could hit earth in 2032, discoveries about “mirror life” that could wipe out humanity, and ongoing concerns abut the existential threat posed by AI

Though they often get drowned out by the noise, these are the truly scary stories, and the ones that we need our best and brightest young minds to focus on.

Yet sometimes when I’m driving one of my grandchildren somewhere I find myself turning the volume down when one of these stories come up.

It’s just that seeing an 11-year-old dressed up in one of her favorite outfits, with her hair in fancy braids, and anticipation all over her face brings out a protectiveness in me that I can’t quite suppress.

On the other hand, when it comes to Trump stories, I keep the radio on high. Those seem to me to be manageable for a young child, something we can talk about, share perspectives, but not the types of things that should give her nightmares and undermine her critical sense of safety in the world.

But when it comes to my 16-year-old grandson, I have a different instinct. Maybe he’s reached the perfect age to take the extinction-type issues head  on. So it came to pass that I was listening to an episode of NPR’s always-excellent Fresh Air recently when I drove to Berkeley to fetch him. 

The topic on the show was one of these planetary threats, I forget which one.

When he climbed into the car I left the volume on high as he settled in for the ride home.

Now he’s a young man of very few words these days so I didn’t think anything of the fact that we didn’t exchange words all the way home. Presumably he was focusing on the program. Meanwhile I was imagining my grandson among a future youth corps of scientific minds working to solve these challenges to humanity.

Once we reached the house, I turned to him and said, “That was interesting, eh?”

He turned and looked at me with a vacant expression. Then I saw his earbuds. Ah yes, music/sixteen, now I remember.

I guess extinction will have to wait.

(NOTE: The above cartoon is via courtesy of my friend, the Pulitzer-Prize winning cartoonist Mark Fiore, who is also a colleague here on Substack. Please consider subscribing to his feed.)

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