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So, the wind's blowing out of the east right now, which is so damn wrong for this state, I don't even know where to begin.
On a basic, cellular, doofus level, my first instinct is "it can't blow from east to west because them mountains should be durn blocking!" Riiiiiiight. Because 5,000 feet (give or take) of granite jutting into the sky should be more than enough to thwart the entire atmosphere.
My second instinct is to blame the wind on my bad mood; it'd be akin to teachers in LA blaming their kids' ADD on the Santa Anas, I guess. I've been right pissy all day, but it mostly has to do with A) revisions and B) the distinct lack of Pad Thai in my immeadiate vicinity than meteorlogical conditions in the 87114.
Because I'm a big nerd, I know that the east-to-west wind thing is thanks to a shift in the upper atmosphere patterns due to Dennis with help from a high pressure system sitting over the Four Corners and oh my god, could I be any more lame?
Yes, because now I can segue into my High Pressue rant.
Okay, I grew up in this small town in the south central mountains and a good chunk of our economy (and school morale) depended upon snowfall. By the time I was eight or nine, I'd become an avid weather junkie, watching the nightly forecast and praying for snow. I quickly learned that the arctic jet stream and all the moisture from the gulf could get together to make beautiful snowflake babies, but if there was a high sitting over Farmington, we were going to get jack.
And let me tell you, that big ol' H liked to park over the Four Corners for most of the winter. Oh, sure. We'd catch a few breaks every season and get six inches here, eighteen there. Once in a blue moon, we'd get three feet and the schools would FINALLY shut down. But really? Those damn high pressure systems ruined a lot of perfectly good winters by not delivering on the snow.
Even as an adult, I scream at the jolly weather guy when there's a high pressure system hanging out over Farmington and I'm hoping for little snow. I mean, okay, I'm a big dork when it actually does snow, but I can't shake those wistful wants for snow days.
*~*~*~*
It probably wasn't Sir Bob's intent, but my iPod's a little less in the memory department after Live 8.
Tracks I was inspired to download after seeing performances on VH1:
The Verve: Bittersweet Symphony
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Tracks I was inspired to download after downloading the Eurythimics:
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
Deee-Lite: Groove is in the Heart
Current on-the-go playlist:
George Michaels: Freedom 90
Low Fidelity All-Stars: Battleflag
Rilo Kiley: Portions for Foxes
The Verve: Bittersweet Symphony
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
Snap: The Power
Deee-Lite: Groove is in the Heart
Fountains of Wayne: Denise
FoW: Survival Car
FoW: Sick Day
Ben Folds Five: Underground
Guster: Fa Fa
Refreshments: Banditos
The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
Jem: Save Me
*~*~*~*
My class reunion is this weekend. I'm not going, because, y'know, revisions.
On a basic, cellular, doofus level, my first instinct is "it can't blow from east to west because them mountains should be durn blocking!" Riiiiiiight. Because 5,000 feet (give or take) of granite jutting into the sky should be more than enough to thwart the entire atmosphere.
My second instinct is to blame the wind on my bad mood; it'd be akin to teachers in LA blaming their kids' ADD on the Santa Anas, I guess. I've been right pissy all day, but it mostly has to do with A) revisions and B) the distinct lack of Pad Thai in my immeadiate vicinity than meteorlogical conditions in the 87114.
Because I'm a big nerd, I know that the east-to-west wind thing is thanks to a shift in the upper atmosphere patterns due to Dennis with help from a high pressure system sitting over the Four Corners and oh my god, could I be any more lame?
Yes, because now I can segue into my High Pressue rant.
Okay, I grew up in this small town in the south central mountains and a good chunk of our economy (and school morale) depended upon snowfall. By the time I was eight or nine, I'd become an avid weather junkie, watching the nightly forecast and praying for snow. I quickly learned that the arctic jet stream and all the moisture from the gulf could get together to make beautiful snowflake babies, but if there was a high sitting over Farmington, we were going to get jack.
And let me tell you, that big ol' H liked to park over the Four Corners for most of the winter. Oh, sure. We'd catch a few breaks every season and get six inches here, eighteen there. Once in a blue moon, we'd get three feet and the schools would FINALLY shut down. But really? Those damn high pressure systems ruined a lot of perfectly good winters by not delivering on the snow.
Even as an adult, I scream at the jolly weather guy when there's a high pressure system hanging out over Farmington and I'm hoping for little snow. I mean, okay, I'm a big dork when it actually does snow, but I can't shake those wistful wants for snow days.
*~*~*~*
It probably wasn't Sir Bob's intent, but my iPod's a little less in the memory department after Live 8.
Tracks I was inspired to download after seeing performances on VH1:
The Verve: Bittersweet Symphony
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Tracks I was inspired to download after downloading the Eurythimics:
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
Deee-Lite: Groove is in the Heart
Current on-the-go playlist:
George Michaels: Freedom 90
Low Fidelity All-Stars: Battleflag
Rilo Kiley: Portions for Foxes
The Verve: Bittersweet Symphony
Eurythmics: Sweet Dreams are Made of This
Soft Cell: Tainted Love
Snap: The Power
Deee-Lite: Groove is in the Heart
Fountains of Wayne: Denise
FoW: Survival Car
FoW: Sick Day
Ben Folds Five: Underground
Guster: Fa Fa
Refreshments: Banditos
The Postal Service: Such Great Heights
Jem: Save Me
*~*~*~*
My class reunion is this weekend. I'm not going, because, y'know, revisions.
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