Matterhorn: Apocalypse

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Graywater Soup for the Apocalyptic Soul

How to Survive the Seven Deadly Apocalypses

By Todd Simmons

By John Major Jenkins, Ph.D (Prophet of Doom)

Our graywater bucket started out white, but faded to a milky, almost translucent hue through years of use. It usually had a slimy coating on the inside, due mainly to soap and grime from washing dishes. On an average day, our three-person IDPLO\ ZRXOG GXPS WKH ÀYH JDOORQ bucket twice—usually near a shade tree or in our garden (away from the root vegetables). Graywater is water generated from domestic activities such as washing dishes, showering, and washing clothes, whereas blackwater is water that has been used in toilets. Our bucket became a tool and sacred symbol of how to live a less guilty life in this arid region. Installing it was easy—I removed the drainpipe under the kitchen sink and slid the bucket underneath. Hauling the 40 lbs. of graywater became part of my daily, utilitarian workout. There were a few mishaps with friends not knowing about the bucket, but for the most part it was easy and simple, something...

During my own personal apocalypse, I found myself strolling down the red carpet in Hollywood next to Mickey Rooney and George Hamilton (he once played a vampire, by the way). There were scary monsters, blinking Ă DVKEXOEV EULJKW WHHWK DQG ELJ KDLU What was I doing there? How did I get there? It was late 2009, and the movie 2012 ZDV Ă€QDOO\ RQ WKH PDLQVWUHDP radar. With seven books on the topic under my belt, Sony Pictures had invited me to the premiere of Roland Emmerich’s 2012 disaster movie, which many have called “apocalypse porn.â€? I was well aware of this, having had to watch it three times, but I was determined to spread the gospel:...

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The  Lost  Art  of For g ot t en  Foods By Rico Lighthouse I recently discovered a garden growing right here in Fort Collins that I’d never seen before. I had heard myths and rumors of its existence, but it had always seemed so distant, so elusive, like a childhood dream that you want so much to believe in but are barely able to recall. This garden has been abandoned and neglected longer than... continued on page 16

FORT COLLINS WITHOUT US Our World Left to th e E lem en ts By Charles J. Malone

By John Calderazzo

The waterlogged foundation of the First National Tower gives way. The north side of the building slides like a calving glacier into the grassy, spindly grove of Trees of Heaven (ailanthus) that grew where Oak Street used to be in a cloud of dust and shattered glass. The smells of plaster and decaying acoustic WLOH ÀOO WKH DLU³D EULHI UHPLQGHU RI XV 7KH cascade topples a mature cottonwood that we planted more than eight decades earlier, pulling up irregularly shaped blocks of forgotten sidewalk from a tangle of mullein and goatheads. From the tower in 2012, A person could look out their window through the leaves to City Hall and then back to the items personalizing their desk. Now, the bank, opened like a sliced pepper, shows its rotten guts. Floors sag, vines and even shrubs creep through broken south-facing windows; the basement is a black pool of drowned rodents and mosquito larvae. Mule deer grazing on the remains of Mason Street spin their ears and scatter, a split hoof clinks on a steel rail. The once omnipresent train horns are long silent.

Let’s look at the bright side of the Apocalypse. Not nearly as many people do this as should, in my opinion. They read about hurricanes or overpopulation or climate change, and then they’re up all night obsessing about Pestilence, War, Famine, and Death. But, practically speaking, any number of End Times scenarios can take a while to get up to speed, and in the meantime we all have to eat, pay the rent, etc. So shouldn’t we give those Four Horseman and their animals some rest? Besides, in...

Alan Wiesman’s 2007 book, The World Without Us, is an ambitious thought experiment, one that has some bearing on this issue of ending, changing, and reinvention. After any of the apocalypses pondered in these pages— after the Second Coming, a worldwide epidemic, or an alien harvest— Wiesman wonders what happens next; what happens to the world we leave behind? Drawing from Wiesman, applying his thinking and doing more research locally, this is one idea of what might happen to Fort Collins without us. First, there are some questions about ...

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