Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths; A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall, Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate, A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
This photograph is clearly faked; back in 2000, just 19 years ago, climate scientists predicted that snows would become "a very rare and exciting event." I suppose I should ask MadisonMan what happened to that scientific prediction.
@Dad29 It took me a minute to figure out what LaX stands for in that sentence because I associated LAX with the airport in Los Angeles. But I did!
We were in Manitowish Waters, up north in Wisconsin, in mid-December. It snowed about four inches during our stay. I highly admired the middle-aged women working in the lodge we stayed at who, looking out at it, were saying things like "oh it's so beautiful" and "I hope we get a lot".
Actually, we have not had enough snow this season. Hardly any. No skiing here yet. Ice rinks not frozen yet. This storm began with rain and it will be up in the 40s later this week. It's down around 20° which seems cold here these days when it used to be in the single digits and below zero in the end of December and into January. So I think it has gotten too warm.
Looks very nice. Still no snow on Boston's north shore - though that is not unusual for this time of year (in my memory, at least). Mid January through March, with peak amounts in February, have lately been our snowy months. Looking forward to it while enjoying the lengthening days.
2019 will be the year when even trumps harshest critics come to the realization that Trump’s presidency is one of the greatest ever not just for Americans but for all humanity.
No snow here in Eugene but last night we had our first real cold; 27, perhaps, and the temperature continues to hover four or five degrees above that. While I wore gloves and scarf received as Christmas gifts one morning ten or so days ago that was chiefly so as to be able to say I had done; donned them this morning in good earnest.
I had a very good holiday with my two teenage kids, from the day after Christmas thru this morning. I'm a single father. Even though it's been several years since the divorce, and I should be used to it by now, there's always a strong feeling of melancholy when I bring the kids back to their mother's after a holiday is over. My home, briefly filled with life, is now empty again. The intensity of enjoyment transitions back to the mundane. So my New Year's Day contains a temporary (not eternal) note of sadness.
Buckeyes! This episode of Cope Land is Matt Calls His Father, who attended OSU way back in the late 1940s, when women all wore petticoats, even whilst skiing.
"Black Hotel Guest Making A Call In Lobby Accused Of Loitering, Loses His Room
A black guest at an Oregon hotel is accusing the staff of racially profiling him after the police were called on him as he made a phone call in the lobby. He ultimately was forced to give up his room."
According to The Oregonian, Massey is 34 years old. The manager and security guard were fired from their jobs at the DoubleTree Inn in Portland
https://youtu.be/uyC93SCJEOk
https://youtu.be/nGuwJqJRCa0
https://youtu.be/XpHPWAKvANU
"34-year old Jermaine Massey" is a fraud. Look at all that gray hair! And he claims to be a former FBI agent!
The real Jermaine Massey, age 35, was killed by cops for threatening them with a knife in Greenville SC, March 28, 2018. https://youtu.be/ZA1r9pj4GRk
In the old days in Severna Park MD we used to paddle a plastic boat down the Magothy river past Annapolis to the Chesapeake Bay and back on Christmas, in sunny 70 +/- weather. If you were cool you went all the way to the Bay Bridge, risking death.
Washington Huskies fans, I am here for you. Cope Land will help you cope. This is possibly going to be the basis of my standup routine, no lie, tomorrow I am calling in to open mic night for the Comedy Store. Cope Land Launch - Includes my NFL Proposed Rule Changes
Doctor K! We've Missed you! happy new year to you and yours! i saw they were warning about a 'hard freeze' :) it got up to 17 degrees here in NE iowa :)
you know how pretty so many streets in Manhattan are at Christmastime (I have seen the pictures, but only been there once at that time of year, at least at night)
in 1953, for the last time, just 35 years after the end of the Great War, the former destroyer captains (USN) who had gotten together for years to commemorate their WWI service in the seas around Ireland, and around the other British Isles, north of Germany, mostly ...
in 1953, at the Harvard Club in Manhattan, those destroyer captains (including Admiral Halsey) got together for the last time.
The younger old Navy hands were in their 60s, the older ones were much older than that.
Around the same time, the future recluse J. D. Salinger was a big shot at the Stork Club, also in Manhattan, where he - a former games and entertainment officer on a pre-war cruise ship - was always welcomed and treated like a beloved regular.
If you have an old friend, tell them that you wish you could share memories with them of those decades when they were just kids, but even though you have spent a lot of time having good times with people who were young in those decades, you can't really talk about them with as much detail and memory as you would like (since YOU WERE NOT THERE, but don't use capital letters when talking to friends): maybe you can tell them that, if they don't get TCM, on cable, maybe they should ---- ideally, if they can not afford it, you can present cable access to TCM as a gift .....
If you meet an old girlfriend who either (a) dumped you or who (b) did not marry you because she did not know you wanted to marry her and she took up other options before you had prepared your case, and you wonder if you should tell her that her past choices, and the consequences - for example (that is, to describe the example I am thinking of): her short marriage to a rich but boring and unhygienic guy, who was a lot less fun to be around than you ..... if you meet such an old girlfriend, and if she begins to talk about the consolation that she has .... that , even though her husband was boring (unlike you) and unhygienic (unlike you, at least when you are healthy) and not much fun to be around (not completely his fault, lots of people are not all that fun to be around)
that at least, if she had not met him, she never would have had the specific children she had, and thus she is glad she met him ....
don't tell her what we all know, in our heart of hearts.
God, not us, creates.
She does not want to hear that, even thought it is the best news in the world.
Imagine if it was vice versa, if it was OUR CHOICES dictating who gets to be human and who gets to be loved by God, would not that be awful news?
(that being said, Nicholas Cage was NOT outacted by Kathleen Turner in those scenes they shared in that movie where they were married)
Arrived down in the Florida Panhandle yesterday and I will be staying for two months this year. It hasn't been below 55 since I dropped my daughter off in the Atlanta area on Sunday.
It is single digits back in St. Paul so Ann may get her wish for a little cooling off though it appears this real cold air is not headed for Madison. I don't miss cold weather at all as I'm anxious to get my 2019 bicycle riding off to an early start.
"You're just unhappy because it's warm enough for guys to wear shorts."
I guy wearing shorts walked down our street this morning while I was out shoveling. I ignored him; refusing to give him the attention he was apparently seeking.
Happy New Year everyone. I hope some are as enthralled as I with the Ultimate Thule flyby.
Flew to DEN a week ago for a belated Christmas with my kid d and two brothers. First time for the kitten to fly. They flew like a trooper, but we had a couple incidents on the way back. First, he managed to work the zipper to his official SWA carrier open, right after we had checked him in. I was walking along with him slung over one shoulder, a pack over the other, and her purse in the opposite hand, from the cat, when his side suddenly became much lighter. And there he was, sitting on this towell, on the floor, at one of tge busier airports in the country, at one of the busiest times in the year, looking a little stunned. Luckily, I reacted faster than he did, so grabbed him before he could do anything untoward. Then, when going through security, I figured that he would go through in my arms, like he had done in PHX on the way up. Nope. He clawed his way up onto my shoulder, then did his Egyptions statute pose there on my shoulder, with his head higher than mine, as we walked through the metal detector (TSA Pre Check is essential if you want to fly during the holidays - it cut 30 minutes from the time it took to get through their security, and you usually get to keep your belt and shoes on). Luckily, my partner was through already, and could relieve me of the cat. Ok, maybe things didn't overall go that well - he managed to escape from the motel rooms 5-6 times in the three days we were there. Still, too and from the two airports and on the plane, he was great, alternating sleeping and mugging for the adoring crowds.
Tying to everyone else's comments here, we saw a little bit of snow in CO when we were there. Up until the day we were leaving, it was overcast, and you might see an occasionally flake. The ground was actually white when we went up to my brother's house in the mtns to open presents. Then, the day we left, the sun came out, it was maybe 20 degrees, with no wind whatever, and it was glorious. Those were the days that I absolutely loved to ski, and it got so bad a decade ago when I was living and working remotely in a ski community, that those were the only days I would ski. We are back in PHX, and it was really nice for New Years. Blue sky and maybe 70. The day before we had intermittent rain all day. The snow line was supposedly maybe 3,000 feet, which we were well under, but could easily hit within an hour of town. Otherwise a bad snow year, but much of the higher elevations got a foot of powder over night, and with the blue sky we had yesterday, it was apparently very nice. Some newscaster, on vacation, showed his kids playing in it. The weather this time a year, when the rest of the country is dealing with snow, and we have 70 degrees and blue sky, is why winters down here are nice.
The second whitetail archery season has re-opened in PA so I went out yesterday. No snow at all, so spotting these creatures is a difficult task. Did see one that was "on the move" as they say. Out of range.
Yo Raj, you do realize about half the NYTimes headlines in 2018 were as a phony as a three dollar bill. The other half were dreams and fantasies. Not sure what categorize to place yours.
narciso - if I remember correctly, Salinger spent a considerable amount of time in a winter woods in France or maybe Belgium as an infantry soldier, in the winter, in one of those battles that have no widely recognizable name because they are small in the vast maw of history but which are, of course, nevertheless large to those who were there and to those who remember those who were there ..... and he was , after all, one of the Americans being shot at (I wasn't born yet, and I wasn't there), hoping the winter trees or luck or God would protect him, and knowing that the next of all those enemy bullets might be headed right at his heart, and he might soon be just as dead as the unlucky American corpses that he had seen so many of in the recent past ....
After his infantry days, he went into "counterintelligence"; good for him. But I almost wish he hadn't, because he is a good counter-example to those anti-Semites who lyingly say that Jewish Americans do not fight for this country, and have not fought for this country in their fair share.
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But where are the snows of yesteryear?
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.
Don't tell Al Gore.
Anyway, time to move south.
Southerners are soft.
And miles to go before I sleep,
The nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Snows of yesteryear are locked in glaciers, oh, was that a rhetorical question?
Snows of yesteryear are locked in glaciers, oh, was that a rhetorical question?
Is the Pope Catholic? Oh-- wait.
65 in Slower Maryland this morning. The husky wants her snow back.
Driving on that crud between LaX and the Dells was NOT a lot of fun yesterday afternoon.
This photograph is clearly faked; back in 2000, just 19 years ago, climate scientists predicted that snows would become "a very rare and exciting event." I suppose I should ask MadisonMan what happened to that scientific prediction.
(I do like that bench, though.)
@Dad29 It took me a minute to figure out what LaX stands for in that sentence because I associated LAX with the airport in Los Angeles. But I did!
We were in Manitowish Waters, up north in Wisconsin, in mid-December. It snowed about four inches during our stay. I highly admired the middle-aged women working in the lodge we stayed at who, looking out at it, were saying things like "oh it's so beautiful" and "I hope we get a lot".
“The nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.”
I call this The Paradox of Yancy Ward.
Actually, we have not had enough snow this season. Hardly any. No skiing here yet. Ice rinks not frozen yet. This storm began with rain and it will be up in the 40s later this week. It's down around 20° which seems cold here these days when it used to be in the single digits and below zero in the end of December and into January. So I think it has gotten too warm.
Great! Time to sleep with the windows open.
Oh, the weather outside is frightful ...
Baby, it's cold outside.
Up to this point, there has be no mention of our POTUS. It seems very serene. I am hoping that Ann will put up a Trumpless cafe one of these days.
Looks very nice. Still no snow on Boston's north shore - though that is not unusual for this time of year (in my memory, at least). Mid January through March, with peak amounts in February, have lately been our snowy months. Looking forward to it while enjoying the lengthening days.
Happy New Year.
Cold and little snow here as well.
If warm air goes northward, somewhere else cold air goes southward. It's how nature keeps air from piling up somewhere.
Called the divergence theorem.
2019 will be the year when even trumps harshest critics come to the realization that Trump’s presidency is one of the greatest ever not just for Americans but for all humanity.
@steve uhr, you just became truly woke.
LSMFT Loose Straps Mean Floppy T..... 1950s adolescent joke.
No snow here in Eugene but last night we had our first real cold; 27, perhaps, and the temperature continues to hover four or five degrees above that. While I wore gloves and scarf received as Christmas gifts one morning ten or so days ago that was chiefly so as to be able to say I had done; donned them this morning in good earnest.
Your trees look McChrystalized
I had a very good holiday with my two teenage kids, from the day after Christmas thru this morning. I'm a single father. Even though it's been several years since the divorce, and I should be used to it by now, there's always a strong feeling of melancholy when I bring the kids back to their mother's after a holiday is over. My home, briefly filled with life, is now empty again. The intensity of enjoyment transitions back to the mundane. So my New Year's Day contains a temporary (not eternal) note of sadness.
reason #2385708072308953 why I left the tundra. no thanks.
I'll take my 50 mile views from my undisclosed hilltop east of SF.
Ann Althouse said...
So I think it has gotten too warm.
You're just unhappy because it's warm enough for guys to wear shorts.
according to my Tucson people; there's fresh snow on Mt Lemon
Does anyone want to adopt Howard? He has to be getting tired of the orphanage.
I wore shorts yesterday- it was over 70 degrees. Today was about 10 degrees cooler.
according to my Tucson people; there's fresh snow on Mt Lemon
There was fresh snow on the foothills behind our house. 28 tonight in Tucson.
this is the endora as Samantha look:
https://legalinsurrection.com/2019/01/elizabeth-warrens-dukakis-tank-moment-2/
Buckeyes!
Buckeyes! This episode of Cope Land is Matt Calls His Father, who attended OSU way back in the late 1940s, when women all wore petticoats, even whilst skiing.
Cope Land - Matt Calls His Father editor's note, my father is literally, "Can't Bear to Watch," guy.
From HuffPost, Black Voices
"Black Hotel Guest Making A Call In Lobby Accused Of Loitering, Loses His Room
A black guest at an Oregon hotel is accusing the staff of racially profiling him after the police were called on him as he made a phone call in the lobby. He ultimately was forced to give up his room."
According to The Oregonian, Massey is 34 years old. The manager and security guard were fired from their jobs at the DoubleTree Inn in Portland
https://youtu.be/uyC93SCJEOk
https://youtu.be/nGuwJqJRCa0
https://youtu.be/XpHPWAKvANU
"34-year old Jermaine Massey" is a fraud. Look at all that gray hair! And he claims to be a former FBI agent!
The real Jermaine Massey, age 35, was killed by cops for threatening them with a knife in Greenville SC, March 28, 2018. https://youtu.be/ZA1r9pj4GRk
In the old days in Severna Park MD we used to paddle a plastic boat down the Magothy river past Annapolis to the Chesapeake Bay and back on Christmas, in sunny 70 +/- weather. If you were cool you went all the way to the Bay Bridge, risking death.
BTW The Severn goes Directly past Annapolis, not the Magothy.
Washington Huskies fans, I am here for you. Cope Land will help you cope. This is possibly going to be the basis of my standup routine, no lie, tomorrow I am calling in to open mic night for the Comedy Store. Cope Land Launch - Includes my NFL Proposed Rule Changes
Doctor K! We've Missed you! happy new year to you and yours!
i saw they were warning about a 'hard freeze' :)
it got up to 17 degrees here in NE iowa :)
re: Magothy and Annapolis
you know how pretty so many streets in Manhattan are at Christmastime (I have seen the pictures, but only been there once at that time of year, at least at night)
in 1953, for the last time, just 35 years after the end of the Great War, the former destroyer captains (USN) who had gotten together for years to commemorate their WWI service in the seas around Ireland, and around the other British Isles, north of Germany, mostly ...
in 1953, at the Harvard Club in Manhattan, those destroyer captains (including Admiral Halsey) got together for the last time.
The younger old Navy hands were in their 60s, the older ones were much older than that.
Around the same time, the future recluse J. D. Salinger was a big shot at the Stork Club, also in Manhattan, where he - a former games and entertainment officer on a pre-war cruise ship - was always welcomed and treated like a beloved regular.
My Christmas reflections, 2018, in case you care.
If you have an old friend, tell them that you wish you could share memories with them of those decades when they were just kids, but even though you have spent a lot of time having good times with people who were young in those decades, you can't really talk about them with as much detail and memory as you would like (since YOU WERE NOT THERE, but don't use capital letters when talking to friends): maybe you can tell them that, if they don't get TCM, on cable, maybe they should ---- ideally, if they can not afford it, you can present cable access to TCM as a gift .....
If you meet an old girlfriend who either (a) dumped you or who (b) did not marry you because she did not know you wanted to marry her and she took up other options before you had prepared your case, and you wonder if you should tell her that her past choices, and the consequences - for example (that is, to describe the example I am thinking of): her short marriage to a rich but boring and unhygienic guy, who was a lot less fun to be around than you ..... if you meet such an old girlfriend, and if she begins to talk about the consolation that she has .... that , even though her husband was boring (unlike you) and unhygienic (unlike you, at least when you are healthy) and not much fun to be around (not completely his fault, lots of people are not all that fun to be around)
that at least, if she had not met him, she never would have had the specific children she had, and thus she is glad she met him ....
don't tell her what we all know, in our heart of hearts.
God, not us, creates.
She does not want to hear that, even thought it is the best news in the world.
Imagine if it was vice versa, if it was OUR CHOICES dictating who gets to be human and who gets to be loved by God, would not that be awful news?
(that being said, Nicholas Cage was NOT outacted by Kathleen Turner in those scenes they shared in that movie where they were married)
Arrived down in the Florida Panhandle yesterday and I will be staying for two months this year. It hasn't been below 55 since I dropped my daughter off in the Atlanta area on Sunday.
It is single digits back in St. Paul so Ann may get her wish for a little cooling off though it appears this real cold air is not headed for Madison. I don't miss cold weather at all as I'm anxious to get my 2019 bicycle riding off to an early start.
(eaglebeak)
Thanks for the poem, Bob.
It's by Ralph Waldo Emerson, titled The Snow-Storm. Not sure what year it was written.
"You're just unhappy because it's warm enough for guys to wear shorts."
I guy wearing shorts walked down our street this morning while I was out shoveling. I ignored him; refusing to give him the attention he was apparently seeking.
Happy New Year everyone. I hope some are as enthralled as I with the Ultimate Thule flyby.
Ultima Thule
I just want to say, Mitt Romney is so brave.
He's like an actor who is winning an Oscar for playing a homosexual, standing up before the applauding crowd, saying all the words they want to hear.
So, so brave.
Interesting Stephen cooper
Although if memory served Salinger was with the counterintelligence corps where he was among the first to see the death camps.
“I'm gonna get me a beer.”
Bwahaha. She’s 1/1024 part working class!
Flew to DEN a week ago for a belated Christmas with my kid d and two brothers. First time for the kitten to fly. They flew like a trooper, but we had a couple incidents on the way back. First, he managed to work the zipper to his official SWA carrier open, right after we had checked him in. I was walking along with him slung over one shoulder, a pack over the other, and her purse in the opposite hand, from the cat, when his side suddenly became much lighter. And there he was, sitting on this towell, on the floor, at one of tge busier airports in the country, at one of the busiest times in the year, looking a little stunned. Luckily, I reacted faster than he did, so grabbed him before he could do anything untoward. Then, when going through security, I figured that he would go through in my arms, like he had done in PHX on the way up. Nope. He clawed his way up onto my shoulder, then did his Egyptions statute pose there on my shoulder, with his head higher than mine, as we walked through the metal detector (TSA Pre Check is essential if you want to fly during the holidays - it cut 30 minutes from the time it took to get through their security, and you usually get to keep your belt and shoes on). Luckily, my partner was through already, and could relieve me of the cat. Ok, maybe things didn't overall go that well - he managed to escape from the motel rooms 5-6 times in the three days we were there. Still, too and from the two airports and on the plane, he was great, alternating sleeping and mugging for the adoring crowds.
Tying to everyone else's comments here, we saw a little bit of snow in CO when we were there. Up until the day we were leaving, it was overcast, and you might see an occasionally flake. The ground was actually white when we went up to my brother's house in the mtns to open presents. Then, the day we left, the sun came out, it was maybe 20 degrees, with no wind whatever, and it was glorious. Those were the days that I absolutely loved to ski, and it got so bad a decade ago when I was living and working remotely in a ski community, that those were the only days I would ski. We are back in PHX, and it was really nice for New Years. Blue sky and maybe 70. The day before we had intermittent rain all day. The snow line was supposedly maybe 3,000 feet, which we were well under, but could easily hit within an hour of town. Otherwise a bad snow year, but much of the higher elevations got a foot of powder over night, and with the blue sky we had yesterday, it was apparently very nice. Some newscaster, on vacation, showed his kids playing in it. The weather this time a year, when the rest of the country is dealing with snow, and we have 70 degrees and blue sky, is why winters down here are nice.
The second whitetail archery season has re-opened in PA so I went out yesterday. No snow at all, so spotting these creatures is a difficult task. Did see one that was "on the move" as they say. Out of range.
NYT headlines to come in 2019.
Warren is top contender for The White House
Klobuchar has eyes set on the Vice Presidency
GOP is looking like party of old white men
Mueller scathing report renew calls for Trump impeachment
Trump is considering not running in 2020: Pence shows anxiety
Yo Raj, you do realize about half the NYTimes headlines in 2018 were as a phony as a three dollar bill. The other half were dreams and fantasies. Not sure what categorize to place yours.
narciso - if I remember correctly, Salinger spent a considerable amount of time in a winter woods in France or maybe Belgium as an infantry soldier, in the winter, in one of those battles that have no widely recognizable name because they are small in the vast maw of history but which are, of course, nevertheless large to those who were there and to those who remember those who were there ..... and he was , after all, one of the Americans being shot at (I wasn't born yet, and I wasn't there), hoping the winter trees or luck or God would protect him, and knowing that the next of all those enemy bullets might be headed right at his heart, and he might soon be just as dead as the unlucky American corpses that he had seen so many of in the recent past ....
After his infantry days, he went into "counterintelligence"; good for him. But I almost wish he hadn't, because he is a good counter-example to those anti-Semites who lyingly say that Jewish Americans do not fight for this country, and have not fought for this country in their fair share.
Very nice photograph, AA.
By the way, you share the initials of another well-known photographer.
And happy new year to Dr. K and all the rest of the crowd here.
Sorry for my late, as the Japanese guys say.
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