June 3, 2009
At the View-From-My-Window Café...
... you can talk about your immediate surroundings... or how you got through last night's thunderstorms. We sat on that porch in the dark and watched them roll in.
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My wife and I and our fabulous dog are about to be surrounded by a car for two and a half days making our annual summer trek from South Carolina to Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. The dog is in doggie day care for two days to wear her out. She's a GOOD DOG!
I love the lace (?) curtains. Where did Meade get them?
Not always, but sometimes when it is thunderstorming out, I try to imagine what it must have been like to live in one of those pioneer sod houses or one of those tents the plains Indians used to live in.
Must have pretty much sucked.
Familiar surroundings at home for the weekend with nothing much to do is a rare treat for us here in Atlanta. We usually end up at Home Depot for some great new idea for a project/plants in the yard. My family must have evolved as forest loving farmers. We also walk the neighborhood to socialize with the neighbors and for our normal cocker spaniel to meet their exotic breeds. I wonder if I am dull or just happy?
Here's the question, how did the word random enter the vernacular as a character trait?
"He's so random","Just random people"
My daughter's high school year book even has a category for "most random" along with best dressed etc.
Where did it start? what does it mean? Lets go people, I need answers!
John said - how did the word random enter the vernacular as a character trait? ...Lets go people, I need answers!
Well, John, it looks like you need to loosen up and get a little more randomness in your life.
As I drove across Alligator Alley last weekend, the sky opened into a 270-degree panorama of lightning. Over the course of the next 20 minutes, at least 100 lightning bolts were seen, slamming down into the Everglades. I'd run into bands of heavy rain that dropped visibility to zero--and the 70-mph speed limit,too.
All in all, a great show put on by Mother Nature. I highly commend it to all who love storms. It happens most every day during the summer, usually starting in mid-afternoon. You actually can plan to see it!
I do love sitting on the porch (especially one with a tin roof), and watching a storm roll in, accompanied by the beat of the rain on the roof, the distant flash of lightning and the slow, low, building crescendo of the thunder that will occasionally cause the iced tea in your glass to rattle like the puddles in Jurassic Park, and it becomes easy to believe you are being chased down by a random T-Rex.
I even put a tin roof on my front porch just so I could enjoy these summer light and sound and fury shows.
But last night- heh, I slept through it.
John - I can tell you that when I moved from Hawaii to Oregon in the early 90's, it was THE WORD to use there. So, as far as when did it start...? No later than early 90's.
I dont' even want to think about huge thunderstorms prior to a long plane flight. The crash of that Air France plane doesnt help either, since much of the news has centered on how the storms over the Atlantic might have torn the plane apart. Of course, all that is just to fill up a knowledge vacuum and and to create interest in the absense of any real information. And to make me nervous.
Anyone here know how big thunderstorms can really get in the ITCZ, and whether pilots routinely have to take evasive actions to get through them? Reminds me of Castaway.
I watched Doubt (2008) last night. Meryl Streep was amazing as usual.
When you take a step to address wrongdoing, you are taking a step away from God, but in his service.
What have you seen?
Parts of the movie "Cast Away" were interesting. I have been in aircraft, in storms, that made noises like the ones heard in the plane crash portion of that movie - the film makers correctly depicted the noise an airframe makes when it is being torqued.
Tom Hanks now is just a fat greasy slob making anti-Catholic movies. He may have been type cast as Forrest Gump.
Looking out on a peaceful grey day
From the comfort of your warm dark room
You can almost forget that your country
Is in the hands of unmitigated evil.
Almost.
Love the trim paint, and the way the trim is painted.
I especially liked the part when Hanks character was rescued and on his way back to Memphis, and the company party in the hanger that followed. The actors unease during that whole long sequence was exquisite; it made my butt itch something fierce.
So anti-Catholic movies are worse than "Joe versus the Volcano"?
How come the curtain is pulled closed?
The actors unease during that whole long sequence was exquisite; it made my butt itch something fierce.
I hope the movie it wasn't a real nail-biter too!
Naw, it was the humidity.
Ohio sirens: They test the noons Wednesday, unless the weather is bad.
If you're in rural country, it's a treat to listen for the various pussy towns that have them in the distance, and the long time delays from their varying distances. Sound just pokes along, speedwise.
Sirens are a bureaucrat power play. Where there are no bureaucrats, there are no sirens.
I've recorded them several times but never got a really clean recording worth saving. The distance and the delays make it interesting.
My area rooster does the crowing posture picture today but no sound. Has he lost his voice?
It may be political theater..
Doberman with kong, in this evening's near darkness. Dogs at least will go on.
John @10:48: I'll add the word "awkward" to that. "Awkward" and "random" - if I hear them out of my daughters' mouths again, i think I'll wrap their toungues around their heads.
I was watching a DVD with them and every other comment was "Awk-ward!"
Irritating.
On the coyote question: the porch is probably safe but don't take any baskets of food through the woods to your grandmother.
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