A word on weather
January 22nd 2010 03:41
Winter is coming. This year she will be long and harsh.
Dont believe me? Why should you!? We are at this very moment sweltering under almost 40 degree heat.
Before I launch into my predictions, Id like to mention a little something to anyone who thinks global warming might be a hoax.
When I was a kid, I remember hot days. Bloody hot days. Days where I sweated so much I blew up and fainted under it. But it never - never - hit 40. We used to say at school - if it hits 40, we get to go home. But it never did. It never even hit 38.
Since that horrific summer of black saturday bush fires, 40 degrees has become a norm. Something they just report without fuss on the evening news. Even though its new. Now they predict 43 for this saturday as if its no big deal.
This summer has been particularly bad. Not the heat, no, the humidity. We live in Sydneys west, where the temps have been soaring since October. All the time, Im thinking, whats with this very tropical humidity? Whats happening is, as the usual cold fronts from the south arctic blow up over Tassie and sometimes, Vic (those lucky bastards) a great wave of hot moist tropical air is blowing down from the equator. When they hit each other, we get storms, but mostly just wicked, wet, heat.
Imagine my surprise yesterday to feel a dry heat. For the first time all summer. Today is bastard hot, sure, but theres a strong desert wind blowing, part hot, part cool. Now THIS is the summer I remember. This is much more like our natural weather pattern. It seems, the misty heat of spring that usually only lasts a few weeks has strecthed out to months, and summers dry heat has cut to weeks.
But how do I know winters going to be long and cold?
(Please excuse my massive sigh as I once agan realize that human beings on the whole are out of touch with nature.)
We humans, in true control freak style, cant wait and see whats going to happen each year. So we say, "Summer starts and ends at this time. Winter at this time..." And so on.
But mother nature doesnt give a good god damn what we think. Her cycles are different each year, and now that we have insisted upon CONCRETE and CITIES we have thrown those cycles out.
Hear This, eco fiends. No matter how many fossil fuels you cut, how much electricity you save, how many plastic bags you dont use, the earth will continue to heat while we have placed OVENS all over it. Concrete, ashphault, tar, steel........All these things hold heat and increase it. The cities are baking her surface and there is no escape from it while we continue to build in this way.
But what do you care what I think? Im just another psycho eco nut doing my thing on the big bad web. Forget the heat lines rising up off the concrete of your house right now - Im just another eco nut. My opinion means nothing.
(Gun toting redneck drinking eco nut. Bet you dont see to many of those huh?)
I know winter is coming early because the sun is moving.
Quiet, quiet children! I KNOW the sun doesnt ACTUALLY move. I know we do. but Im an ancient cave woman at the core, and she says the sun moves. So it moves.
I like to get up and feed the horses just before dawn. I dont like light dazzling my eyes, I like to feed and go back to bed as if I never got up. Before daylight saving, I knew the days were getting longer, as I had to get up earlier and earlier.
For the past week I have set my clock for an even 530am. First, I would see the sun peeping over the horizon. Then, an orange line and glowing sky. On the next day, there was just a glowing line, a few orange tinted clouds. Today......The sky was dark. No dawn, just his herald.
Theres something I feel too, with my close affinity to winter. When shes coming, and coming hard. Its like, no matter how hot it is, the spaces in between the heat have gotten longer. Like the cold fingers of winters grip have come, like shes stroking summer softly, just waiting for the moment to clasp her fist tight. These extra hot days are his death throes, he knows it, hes throwing everything hes got into his final weeks.
Even that breath of desert air against my skin beckons of winter and summers death. Shes cming, shes coming, shes going to be longer and colder than next year. Mark me - though febuary will have its summer days, winter has made herself known. She comes.
Dont believe me? Why should you!? We are at this very moment sweltering under almost 40 degree heat.
Before I launch into my predictions, Id like to mention a little something to anyone who thinks global warming might be a hoax.
When I was a kid, I remember hot days. Bloody hot days. Days where I sweated so much I blew up and fainted under it. But it never - never - hit 40. We used to say at school - if it hits 40, we get to go home. But it never did. It never even hit 38.
Since that horrific summer of black saturday bush fires, 40 degrees has become a norm. Something they just report without fuss on the evening news. Even though its new. Now they predict 43 for this saturday as if its no big deal.
This summer has been particularly bad. Not the heat, no, the humidity. We live in Sydneys west, where the temps have been soaring since October. All the time, Im thinking, whats with this very tropical humidity? Whats happening is, as the usual cold fronts from the south arctic blow up over Tassie and sometimes, Vic (those lucky bastards) a great wave of hot moist tropical air is blowing down from the equator. When they hit each other, we get storms, but mostly just wicked, wet, heat.
Imagine my surprise yesterday to feel a dry heat. For the first time all summer. Today is bastard hot, sure, but theres a strong desert wind blowing, part hot, part cool. Now THIS is the summer I remember. This is much more like our natural weather pattern. It seems, the misty heat of spring that usually only lasts a few weeks has strecthed out to months, and summers dry heat has cut to weeks.
But how do I know winters going to be long and cold?
(Please excuse my massive sigh as I once agan realize that human beings on the whole are out of touch with nature.)
We humans, in true control freak style, cant wait and see whats going to happen each year. So we say, "Summer starts and ends at this time. Winter at this time..." And so on.
But mother nature doesnt give a good god damn what we think. Her cycles are different each year, and now that we have insisted upon CONCRETE and CITIES we have thrown those cycles out.
Hear This, eco fiends. No matter how many fossil fuels you cut, how much electricity you save, how many plastic bags you dont use, the earth will continue to heat while we have placed OVENS all over it. Concrete, ashphault, tar, steel........All these things hold heat and increase it. The cities are baking her surface and there is no escape from it while we continue to build in this way.
But what do you care what I think? Im just another psycho eco nut doing my thing on the big bad web. Forget the heat lines rising up off the concrete of your house right now - Im just another eco nut. My opinion means nothing.
(Gun toting redneck drinking eco nut. Bet you dont see to many of those huh?)
I know winter is coming early because the sun is moving.
Quiet, quiet children! I KNOW the sun doesnt ACTUALLY move. I know we do. but Im an ancient cave woman at the core, and she says the sun moves. So it moves.
I like to get up and feed the horses just before dawn. I dont like light dazzling my eyes, I like to feed and go back to bed as if I never got up. Before daylight saving, I knew the days were getting longer, as I had to get up earlier and earlier.
For the past week I have set my clock for an even 530am. First, I would see the sun peeping over the horizon. Then, an orange line and glowing sky. On the next day, there was just a glowing line, a few orange tinted clouds. Today......The sky was dark. No dawn, just his herald.
Theres something I feel too, with my close affinity to winter. When shes coming, and coming hard. Its like, no matter how hot it is, the spaces in between the heat have gotten longer. Like the cold fingers of winters grip have come, like shes stroking summer softly, just waiting for the moment to clasp her fist tight. These extra hot days are his death throes, he knows it, hes throwing everything hes got into his final weeks.
Even that breath of desert air against my skin beckons of winter and summers death. Shes cming, shes coming, shes going to be longer and colder than next year. Mark me - though febuary will have its summer days, winter has made herself known. She comes.
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