as happy as i am for local plant life [animals too i guess], the amount of rain we've had fall on us in the past few days has been nothing short of pissy. it's not april or may, it is january, with a capital "f". i should not walk outside to find it seventy degrees [21C] and someone cracking an old champagne bottle on the bow of a disembarking vessel, you know? had we gotten the snow equivalent, which i can only imagine would have been about seven and a half feet [i'd call it a yeti storm if it happened..] and i'd at least be pleased with it being the correct season, if not frozen in a cavern of dwindling food supplies and dismay. who knows if it's green house or something like el ni�o [which i assume loses something in the translation to english as 'the boy'; which sounds more like the scientist's man-servant than a weather phenomenon if you ask me] or maybe just a warm winter, but something is up. so normally it's like fifteen or twenty-five here [-7C] in january depending on wind chill and whatnot, and in the summer often gets around ninety or a hundred [35C]. on the fahrenheit scale, that's about a four point five to one ratio. given it was seventy [21C] the day before last, i'm expecting highs in july and august to be somewhere around three hundred fifteen [157C]. [and that's before humidity..] [good thing the guy in office doesn't think the environment is important, i like making pasta by putting my pots of water in the shade of stones..]
saw the royal tenenbaums on wednesday. that guy wes is some sort of genius. between that and rushmore, i see no reason not to think him a director/soundtrack producer with few capable of being his peers.
there was something else about people who get stuck in habits and not changing, opposed to those people who are always looking for newer and better; and the pitfalls that must befall both in relationships. then i was going to comment on where upon the line i figure i fall and related blahings.. consider yourself spared, i know i do [consider myself spared that is..]
"now if it's time to recompense for what's done
come, come sit down on the fence in the sun
and the clouds will roll by
and we'll never deny
it's really too hard for to fly." -n.d.
the fairest of the seasons