08 March, 2005
getting better all the time

as of this moment, i've turned on neither the radio nor the television... but i can predict this: all over the metro area, perfectly-coiffed, expensively-suited news and weather forecasters are furrowing their brows and speaking in tones of mock concern about the freakish turn of weather events, as only they can so insincerely do.
method acting or at least familiarity with the plot of TheDayAfterTomorrow must be a prerequisite for broadcasting.
outside, the howling gale of snow sifted so finely as to be confused with confectioners sugar driven by forty mile-an-hour winds continues to accumulate. when i arrived at the condo at 3AM, the night was still cloaked in its usual combination of brown-and-grey-and-black, the thermometer still uncannily in the range of fifty degrees.
my, the state of things, now.
opaque white is the palate... the skeletons of the trees outlined starkly in detail down to the last phalanges, only the most muted suggestion that there is grass and earth and asphalt under the shroud.
i can see, now, why the Japanese consider white the colour of death.
i can almost feel the tendrils of warmth and vitality streaming from the tips of my fingers, sucked away by the atmosphere.
woke up badly, didn't he?
and , yes, the first sounds from my lips were curses directed at no one... the absurdity only reminding me of the LandRover mechanic in TheGodsMustBeCrazy... cursing lustily in Arabic.
rear-wheel drive. brake light switch faulty, only diagnosed last night. no snow tires. no cash. the middle of the work week. horny as a three-balled tomcat. it just keeps getting better.
all the time.

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