#Counting Carbon

[icmioneline]

The Increasing Importance of Carbon Accounting in Business: Counting Carbon

by International Carbon Markets Institute

Carbon accounting, a discipline focusing on measuring, managing, and reporting greenhouse gas emissions, is rising in prominence within the business community. There is an intensifying recognition that understanding and managing carbon footprints is not just an environmental obligation, but also a strategic business practice that may engender multiple advantages, including cost savings, enhanced reputation, and regulatory compliance.

Within the arena of carbon accounting, the paramount initial task is the accurate quantification of a business’s greenhouse gas emissions. These emissions are usually classified into three distinct categories, known as Scope 1, 2, and 3. Scope 1 refers to direct emissions from owned or controlled sources, such as emissions from company vehicles. Scope 2 encompasses indirect emissions from the generation of purchased electricity, steam, heating, and cooling consumed by the reporting company. Scope 3 emissions are all other indirect emissions that occur in a company’s value chain, including both upstream and downstream emissions. Meticulous measurement and monitoring of these emission categories equip businesses with the crucial data needed for effective carbon management.

To achieve this, businesses frequently adopt standardized carbon accounting methodologies, such as the Greenhouse Gas Protocol, developed by the World Resources Institute (WRI) and the World Business Council for Sustainable Development (WBCSD). Adopting such established methodologies not only enhances the credibility of a company’s carbon accounting efforts but also facilitates comparability across businesses and sectors.

Having established a robust carbon accounting framework, businesses then proceed to set science-based targets for carbon reduction, informed by the broader goal of limiting global warming to well below 2 degrees Celsius above pre-industrial levels. Achieving these targets typically involves a combination of internal emission reductions, such as improving energy efficiency and adopting cleaner energy sources, and external emission reductions, such as purchasing carbon credits from verified projects that reduce or remove emissions.

The reporting of these emissions and reduction efforts is another crucial facet of carbon accounting. High-quality reporting provides stakeholders, including investors, customers, and regulatory bodies, with transparent information about a company’s environmental performance. It can also help businesses identify opportunities for further emission reductions and cost savings.

Moreover, effective carbon accounting can help businesses anticipate and respond to evolving regulatory landscapes. With an increasing number of jurisdictions implementing carbon pricing mechanisms, such as carbon taxes or emissions trading schemes, a comprehensive understanding of a company’s carbon footprint can enable it to manage regulatory risks and seize opportunities more effectively.

Furthermore, many investors are increasingly considering environmental, social, and governance (ESG) factors in their investment decisions. Businesses that demonstrate strong carbon accounting practices can therefore attract investment from these sources, providing another compelling business case for carbon accounting.

In conclusion, carbon accounting is fast becoming an indispensable practice in the business world. By accurately measuring, managing, and reporting their carbon emissions, businesses can reap a multitude of benefits, from cost savings and regulatory compliance to enhanced reputation and investment attractiveness. While the implementation of carbon accounting may require substantial effort and resources, its increasing importance in today’s business landscape cannot be understated.

Read more at International Carbon Markets Institute.

[normalbrothers]

TOMMY: The war is done! Shut the door on it like I did.

[reiayanamiisbestgirl]

cozy

[dykemind]

I get the fallacy that people are falling into which is that as long as everyone lives "sustainably" it doesn't matter how many people there are doing the sustainable living. It will always be sustainable. But what I'm saying is that when you summon a creature that consumes 15 tons of CO2 on average every year, you are essentially giving birth to a private jet.

[triptychofvoids]

hi!!! I just wanna ask the doc…does doc have a favorite soda? My hunch is Dr. Pepper because funny doctor soda, but i figured i should ask anyway

sincerely, 🦌🥩 (unless someone already has 🦌🥩)

i dont drink soda often enough to have a favorite! orange soda maybe, or some other citrus flavored one. maybe ginger ale?

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

qbad the type of guy to be like "oooo we should try dating" and then the excited person shows up at his house in a fancy outfit only for him to go "okay ^_^ get on my table and we'll start dating your carbon!!!" (I've never seen how one does this so I imagine he slides them into an mri tube)

qbad the type of guy to get dressed up for and give someone flowers before shoving them into an mri tube

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

the hazard of being a night owl during nano is that Calendar Days and Writing Days aren't actually perfect equivalents, so i end up with asinine timekeeping like "november 18, technically," and "november 18, actually," scribbled in my margins to keep track of nighttime vs daytime writing

[m0th-t33th]

do you think dracula would drink carbonated blood

[bereft-of-frogs]

I can't tell if I've just hit a really good string of books / tv, or if I've just hit a reset button on my brain by cutting out 99% of social media, reality TV, and mindless youtube videos...

[midnightwind]

been trying to get back into the swing of just doodling shit in my little sketchbook because otherwise I tend to never draw, so have a funny little stroll through the last few pages

[agallimaufryofoddments]

Do I attempt to salvage the thought I had about Fermet printing Fermetes 2+ hours ago into a post at 10:23 PM or do I salvage the 1883 words of a .md file I apparently wrote before the two hours of helping someone assemble monitor stand + cable management session began into some droll post for tomorrow?

[wheucto]

the binomial name test tube said when referring to baxter was “baxtrous hyperbolica” which implies that there was an ounce of truth to baxter being radioactive at that time, suggesting her liquid is radioactive

[littleragondin]

~ getting to know your BL mutuals ~

I've been tagged by @excessivelyobssesed - I think you did get your revenge because making me choose anything is always a torture lol. To try and help myself I only picked through BL broadcast this year and finished as of today (12/12)!

~ rules: answer the questions and @ some people. include the tag ‘g2ky BL mutuals 2022’ on your post so we can find everyone’s answer. ~

What have been the BLs that took you by surprise this year?

Hands down Ghost host, ghost house. I expected to like it certainly (have I ever said how much I love ghost stories? yes?), but not to be taken in such a tender and touching story of grief, love, and growth. 

Secret Crush on You. The stalker premise and the cringe humor had me ready to set it aside forever (I cannot handle second hand embarrassment this was straight up torture) but I’m so glad I didn’t. The love portrayed through the series is so diverse, so sincere and treated with such kindness, I really really loved it.

You’re my sky. For some reason I kept scrolling past that one on viki, despite my (undying, overwhelming) love for sports manga, and I started more out of boredom than anything. In the end, I loved the stories, I got moved far more than I expected, but most of all it looked BEAUTIFUL?? The photography through it all was incredible and I took tons of screenshots all along.  

Kabe koji, not because of exceeded expectations so much, but if you had asked me earlier this year “what media will have a character you relate to at such a deep level that seeing him be loved even as he hates himself will mess you up for days” I would NOT have put my money on that one, and yet!! 

what have been the BLs that you felt a bit/a lot disappointed with this year?

Senpai, danjite koidewa! for me too. It had a lot going against it (hello cringe) but I was finding it really charming and sweet anyway (will I ever come back from that scene where Yanase gently wraps Kaneda in his vest because he is obviously terrified to disrobe? Probably not) and then. Those two last episodes. I think I had come to expect far too much and it made the disappointment even worse. 

Star & Sky: Sky in your heart. I found Star in my mind absolutely darling, thought what we saw of Fah in there was intriguing, and I like Mek Jirakit, so I was primed for that second part. But I couldn’t STAND Fah in there nor did I believe for a moment in his romance with Prince, so the comparison didn’t help with how disappointed I felt.

Adding Fahlanruk because I did DNF it, but it’s not so much that I was disappointed, more that it didn’t manage to surprise me from my low expectations and ended up not being entertaining enough for me to keep going.  

… Bad year for characters named Fah uh (I guess You’re my sky redeemed them a little lol)

what has been your favorite BL this year?

Oh no. I have to make a choice?? Even if I only pick from BL that came out this year it’s going to be so hard… I’m going to steal the idea and do an non ranked Top 3(-ish) per country because boy… 

Japan : Eien no Kino, Old Fashion Cupcake, Kabe koji (with Takara-kun to Amagi-kun as a strong runner up)

Korea : Semantic Error, Blueming, Roommates of Poongduck 304 or Cherry Blossom After Winter

Taiwan : DNA says love you (only one here because I only saw 4 taiwanese BL from 2022 - including the still ongoing My tooth your love) 

Thailand : Triage, Ghost Host Ghost House, Secret Crush on You, My Only 12% 

favorite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

Somehow I feel like I have to choose between all my children lol okay let's assume the couples in all my choices for the previous question have their place on this list, I will add: Kiyoi/Hira (Utsukushii kare), Pharm/Dean and Korn/In (UWMA), Ae/Pete (LBC) and Tar/Tum (LBC and TT), Petch/Pie (Oh! my sunshine night), Solo/Gui (Oxygen), Eun Ho/Lee Heon/Go Geum (Tinted with you), Win/Tops (Ingredients), Gitae/Chisoo (Long Time No See), Ootani/Tachibana (Ai no kotodama) ...

what’s your non-BL favorite this year?

The Korean drama Tomorrow came for me and kept me in a choke hold all through its 16 episodes and I loved it dearly (all the trigger warnings for that one tho, every episode deal with suicide and a whole collection of very difficult subjects) Severance blew me out of the water, I can’t wait for next season, Our flag means death was fantastic and renewed my long lasting love of pirates, and I have been enjoying the Quantum Leap sequel a lot so far!

Ok, if you haven't done it yet and would like to, I will tag @benkaaoi @heretherebedork @fandomfairyuniverse and @machikeita as well as anyone who'd be tempted to do it ^^

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

like i guess it's possible she copied it out of some kind of primary source but that's still very much unstoppable force meets immovable object like i will investigate these leonard cohen lyrics as part of my search for ultimate truth but only interpret them literally as historic documentation of events

[softgrungeprophet]

can't believe it took me this long to realize i could lean into this problem for naomi, considering i came up with the limb regen thing in like, june

(aforementioned limb regeneration ability:)

[ceilidho]

prompt: simon notices you in the stands (welder/amateur rugby player au). (nsfw, 1.9k)

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She’s in the stands again, and he doesn’t know who for. 

The same bird as the time before, and the week before that. Always a few minutes into the match, like she snuck in through the backdoor. She always leaves in a hurry, up and out of her seat with her jacket already tugged on, her strides quick on her way out the main doors. 

In the years since joining this amateur league, Simon’s never been tempted to talk to any of the people in the stands. For the most part, they’re there for one of the other players anyway. Wives, girlfriends, sisters—the odd cousin or fuck buddy, those girls dipping in and out, replaced by newer, sparklier versions of each other, the older ones licked clean. 

His focus narrows when he steps onto the field anyway, shrinks like horse blinders sunk down over his skull. Hardly a reason for him to spare more than a glance towards the stands.

Rugby’s not a sport for spectators. At least, not such a low level league. Barely amateur—just some of the locals with a bit of built up stress and aggression to work off. It’s why he’s here after all. Simon spends the hours of his day hunched over sheets of metal and carbon steel, sweating into the metal mask pulled down over his face and staring without blinking into the heart of the flame just inches from his face. 

His nerves are a closed fist in his chest and it grows and grows until he steps out onto the field of the local rec centre and hears the timer overhead start to count down and feels someone’s chest cave in when he drives his shoulder into their solar plexus, hears the breath whoosh out of them, their next breath in thin and febrile. 

It sets his head right. Violence with no consequences. At the end of the game, he looks the man he just bruised and bloodied in the eye and shakes his hand. Puts the world to rights. 

And he needs nothing more than that. His bills are paid, bloodthirst sated, thirst quenched when the team hits up a pub after the match, after which he slinks off into the night to head home with his hood drawn over his head, the size of him rarely inviting more violence. Occasionally it happens that someone with the bad luck of choosing him to mug wants to prove that they have the bigger cock, but that never ends well. Not for them at least.

Simon would fight for a living if welding paid him less. As it is, he satiates that beast in him on the field or the occasional back alley, and it keeps him in check.

But now there’s a bird in the stands drawing his eye and distracting him from the match. It rubs him the wrong way. The blood pumps through his veins more viciously, and the pretty thing in the stands watches the game completely unaware, a serene smile on her face. His gaze keeps being pulled towards where she and a couple clusters of fans sit and nurse paper cups of tea.

She cups both hands around her tea and he wonders absently whether she’d have to hold his cock the same way. 

It’s Gaz who calls him out on it first, panting hard after the first period and frowning at the scoreboard. “Not to be a dick, but that was bollocks, Simon. Never seen you miss a pass like that.”

Few people could get away with speaking to him like that, but Gaz is right. He’s been playing like shit, too preoccupied by the bird watching him with wide, rapt eyes. 

He doesn’t know how to apologise though, so he doesn’t. “Graves is a useless twat. Can’t throw for shit.”

Gaz rolls his eyes. “Not saying he isn’t, but you’re distracted. Where’s your head at?”

“Stay out of it, Garrick,” he says, not even bothering to meet his gaze, the warning clear in his voice. 

“Sorry for caring,” Gaz shouts after him as Simon jogs away.

He asks around at first, trying to find out if she’s someone’s relative or girl, but all the guys just shrug, no answers. If she’s someone’s, they aren’t staking a claim on her. It’s good news for him. Bad news for anyone else taking an interest in the girl that comes to their every match to cheer them on.

His urges sit deeper than the abyssal plain.

She’d probably turn tail and run if she knew the hunger festering in his belly. She sits sweet and innocent in the stands cheering him on and all Simon can think about is pushing her knees up to her ears and feeding his fat cock into her pussy. Shoving his tongue into her cunt, licking her from hole to hole. Sucking each puffy lip into his mouth until her moans go garbled, eyes unfocused. 

No, Simon thinks when she jumps to her feet enthusiastically at the end of the match, she probably wouldn’t like that. Women rarely do. Objectifying them and all those other terms that Gaz likes to wax on about, Johnny nodding along like he isn’t the same kind of mutt as Simon. 

Even during the day, she troubles his thoughts. Troublemaker. He thinks of her when he cleans and buffs in between passes, mind not lulled into the rhythmic emptiness of usual. Even the sound of steel sizzling in his ears doesn’t clear her from his thoughts. Instead all he can think of is her walking into the shop in a little skirt and top, and dragging her to the back where he’d bend her over the closest desk and pull her panties to the side before sinking in to the hilt, mask still on. 

He’s never gotten his cock wet on the job—never been tempted to. For her though, he’d make an exception. 

By the next match, Simon’s made up his mind. When he sees her sneak in after the match has already started, he feels his blood pump harder, his tackles extra rough. His opponents walk away wincing and cursing him under their breath, but it only makes him preen when he glances over to find her watching him, hardly able to pull her eyes away. Price would call it peacocking. He wouldn’t be wrong. 

He approaches her himself at the end of the match before she’s had time to pack up and leave, leaning over the railing separating the field from the stands, covered in sweat and grass stains and bleeding from his right eyebrow.

She stares up at him wide eyed, looking a little lost for words. “Hi?”

“Got somewhere to be?” he asks, blunt. He’s never had it in him for pleasantries. Why waste time when he can see even now the way her eyes rove over his chest appreciatively? 

“…No,” she finally answers, shaking her head. “Just home for supper.”

“Look like you could use a good fuck. Come round back with me?”

The blatant proposition makes her eyes widen, but Simon doesn’t see the problem. Figures if she doesn’t have a man, there’s no issue with him trying out for the part. He waits her out though, vaguely admiring the pert shape of her mouth, lips round with shock. 

Finally they come back together and she chews on her lower lip nervously, caught off-guard but considering it. He doesn’t hold it against her. His bird’s pretty enough, but he doubts she ever puts herself in the position to be asked. He sees the yes in her eyes before she says it.

Still, he enjoys the way she stutters it out softly, eyes downcast. Simon doesn’t bother with his goodbyes to the guys still on the field before ushering her out of the arena and down the hall to the locker rooms with a hand on her back. He drags her into the first empty supply closet he finds, locking the door behind them. She breathes a bit heavily, almost stumbling over her feet, and that’s the eagerness he’s been looking for. Proof his bird’s just as hungry as him. 

She definitely is, Simon thinks, smug when he hoists her up and her legs wrap around his waist without a second thought, her eyes already glazed over. Like she’s been waiting for this for weeks, cunt already sopping wet when he nudges her panties to the side with his knuckles and buries his cock into her. She grips him like a vice, slack jawed and whimpering into the stretch. He likes that. He likes it more when she digs her nails deep into his back, leaving her mark behind. 

“C’mon, don’t get shy on me,” Simon huffs into her neck when she tries to grab his hair instead, what little of it she can. He stares with eyes half-lidded at the way her tits bounce with each thrust. “I like it rough.”

She clenches up at that, dripping wet. Almost a shame that he couldn’t get his mouth on her first. He’ll have to follow her back home like the mongrel he is, mess her pretty bedsheets up and make her scream until she can’t even face the neighbours the next day. 

He doesn’t need her to tell him to know that she’s a good girl, doesn’t do this ever. Only for him. He can tell by how tight of a screw she is, practically purring in his arms; it’s a fight to bully his cock into her. It’s nice when she stutters it out though, strokes his ego the right way. 

“D-didn’t think you’d notice me,” she says, all shy even with her legs spread. 

“Hard not to, pet,” Simon teases, endeared by her soft edges. His slot right in, if not a bit jaggedly. “Been panting after it for a while, haven’t ya?”

“I just wanted to get out of the flat for a bit,” she whispers.

That shifts his perception of her a bit. Infinitesimally so, but still. He didn’t expect the bird to have a lonely flame in her heart. 

“Well, I noticed,” he grunts, and then bends to suck at the salty skin at the crook of her neck before pumping a load into her.

She’s a real good girl. Comes nice on his cock and muffles her whine by biting into his shoulder. He can’t wait until he’s covered in her bites, until his nipples hurt from making her chew on them and his neck is littered with hickeys like a schoolboy. 

Taking her home is easy enough after that. She lets him drive them both back to her place, handing him the keys with a little yawn when he tucks her into the passenger seat of her own car all limp and pliant. 

And he’s right, of course. He makes a right mess of her bed come morning. 

When he leaves after a morning fuck in the shower and breakfast, the cold sinks into his stomach like a lead weight. The fist in his chest is clenched as ever; Simon hadn’t noticed it loosen in the bird’s presence, but he feels it now drawn tight again. Maybe he thought fucking her would finally shake her from his head, but instead it’s made it worse somehow. The lonely flame in his own chest flickers.

He stands in the middle of the sidewalk and thinks it over while angry nine-to-fivers snap at him before really taking him in and scurrying along. Then he turns back around, heading back the way he came.

The next time Simon sees her in the stands, he feels his smile like a phantom limb. He doesn’t have to ask to know she’s there for him.