Alexander snuck past me last night while I was taking out the trash and stayed out all night in the rain. I went out to find him around 7:30 am and he was the most pathetic thing, crying his eyes out in the alley, soaking wet. So I brought him in and he slept for 3 hours and then started to whine about going back out. Crazy cat. Don’t he know there’s a hurrikin’ out there?
So I figure, since I’m off work, I’ll do some writing and cooking with the idea that the power could be gone late this afternoon. Although, as is usually the case, Sandy skipped right over the hard left turn into DC from the Atlantic and looks to make landfall in Rhode Island (or Atlantic City depending on how much you prefer your Hurricane stories to involve devastation of property). Most of the time Hurricanes do hit to the North of DC and, while I’m no earth systems or meteorological physicist, I wonder if it has to do with the dip toward the west the coastline takes just North of North Carolina. Like maybe the shallow water and the heat of said water may actually contribute to why the storms don’t cut left more often in that area. Anyway, just musing. Ash tells me that it probably won’t be safe to walk anywhere after like 2 pm (“It’s scary when it’s not safe to walk!,” she said. Truth.) So I’m emailing folks who don’t mind working and getting my thoughts out here as is my way. Also, making my signature pasta dish for lunch, and making some deviled eggs later (I don’t know why. I’m just craving them.) and possibly walking to meet some friends for a Hurricane cocktail. Should be a productive and yet lazy kind of day. My favorite kind of day!
Also, I think I will always say that it has come up a bad cloud rather than referring to these things as Nor’easters. Because I may live just a few miles south of New York City now, but by God I will always be a Southerner. And so will my colloquialisms. And my accent. Here’s what may be coming down the pike, no matter what you call it. Try not to freak out. Because humanity is resilient. And stuff like this gives us the opportunity to prove it.
Right, so things.
I’m assuming the algorithm here works with key terms like “Romney” and “Obama.” It’d be fun to try to beat. But then I’m just a language dork.
This sort of cracked me up. I like The National. And this is a great song and personally I think it fits. Perhaps you could take a minute and be reflective of why these students wanted to use this song — what were they thinking? Instead of overreacting and making them feel like they’d personally insulted you. Just a thought. Song below.
Although it feels like it, Halloween is not actually over. So, this is awesome. I won’t listen to the song in #2…
I’ve stopped letting the tragedy of this story and the relative media silence about it piss me off and just started to get comfortable with the fact that I may be able to celebrate the removal of the head of an administration that allowed this to happen and then tried to throw Petraeus and others under the bus (when, apparently, the CIA was never authorized to give a stand down order. The Coach tells me that can only come from AFRICOM or the President.) in just over a week. Like Sandy, we don’t know what’s going to happen. But we can predict. And I’m predicting.
See, this is just good old fashioned market competitiveness and they should let it be. (h/t George)
Also from George, a song I haven’t heard in years. But appropriate. Stay safe my mid-Atlantic lovlies.