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Krevat’s debts, which were reviewed by , made up plot points in the worst kind of American health-care horror story.In December 2009, Krevat, who was 32 at the time, thought she was coming down with the flu.For a year afterward, she wasn’t able to return to work.As tongues of flame lapped the planet’s largest tract of rain forest over the past few weeks, it has rightfully inspired the world’s horror.On March 8, 2011, Joclyn Krevat, an occupational therapist in New York, was sitting at her computer when she received a most unusual Linked In request.The wording was the familiar: “I’d like to add you to my professional network.” The sender was familiar, too, but not for the reason Krevat expected. Karen Pollack, the head of a debt-collections practice called KP Recovery Solutions, had been trying to collect on some medical bills Krevat had recently incurred for a heart transplant.
Losing the Amazon, beyond representing a planetary historic tragedy beyond measure, would also make meeting the ambitious climate goals of the Paris Agreement all but impossible.
On closer examination, though, the products and their names were mysterious. “We take a Shibue, open it up, and put a silicone guard underneath so everyone becomes like a Barbie doll.” Being a college student is a lot comfier than it used to be.
This fall, many of the undergrads settling into their campus dwellings will find themselves in buildings far better appointed than the ones that now-graying alumni once called home.
The entire Amazon could be nearing the edge of a desiccating feedback loop, one that could end in catastrophic collapse.
This collapse would threaten millions of species, from every branch of the tree of life, each of them—its idiosyncratic splendor, its subjective animal perception of the world—irretrievable once it’s gone.
But Mullen did think Mattis appeared unusually afflicted that day. His aides and friends say he found the president to be of limited cognitive ability, and of generally dubious character. As the afternoon sun strained the building’s air-conditioning and my odor situation deteriorated, I furtively sniffed at myself and began running through a list of things that could have gone wrong. Had I plucked my dress out of the wrong bedroom pile?