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March 31, 2008

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I couldn't agree more! Every single day I leave the apartment completely bitching about the weather. I grew up in the midwest and I now remember why I left and never planned to return until 2 years ago. You are exactly right! It is just COMPLETELY BORING!!

(not to mention that people are just not normal after constant reoccurring seasonal affective disorder!)

How can you tell it's dead? I thought my Malaysian snail was dead but I found it moving again a couple days later.

My condolences on your loss. Losing any pet is hard, even the non-cuddly kinds.

In other news: mono-dynamic? Great word! Can I borrow it sometime? Fortunately, Oregon weather is anything BUT. (A common joke out here is. "Don't like the weather? Wait five minutes.") Oregon's spring and fall were especially made for people with a thumbnail-sized attention span (like me, for instance). Come visit. Seriously.

I heartily disagree. Did we not just have an almost 50 degree day yesterday? Were there large piles of snow on Saturday? Is this snow like the snows of November?

No. All days are different, the snow is different each month. Now, perhaps, you may think that I'm going Eskimo on you, but each snow is different. This is an ethereal snow -- to paraphrase the Bard:

Bliz'r'd's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the street
And then is heard no more: it is a snow
Blown by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Saturday will be here and there will be nothing but puddles.

Sick puppy that I am, I enjoyed the ride. Soaked to the skin (jeans, dumb, I know). Riding uphill against the wind, waving to the disbelieving faces in SUVs that stare open-mouthed at that idiot guy out in this. Grinning, legs pumping, teeth full of snow.

July will come. You'll miss this, maybe. I know I will. These days are like finding a $20 bill in a long unworn jacket, a fireworks show on any other day but the Fourth of July. Temporary happiness.

Musically -- this is John Adams or Philip Glass. Listening for the patterns in the repetition, the subtle differences between phrases.

Sun, then days of flowers and new life and green, green like you've rarely seen. They'll come. I told you that May in Minnesota is something to behold.

Trust me.

And to think I was giving you crap about riding the Nokian studs in 50F weather - well, I'll still give you crap about that.

And I'm sorry to hear about Escargot, for Chloe's sake, anyway.

I can't let anybody suggest that Portland's weather is highly variable on a scale that is anywhere near what happens in MN. Must be an April Fool's joke. I went out to Portland for five days for NAHBS. Same weather everyday. High 40s and almost raining (it was glorious!). It was even the same at night as during the day. In anticipation of the trip, I checked the weather forecast for weeks in advance, and it was the same. For a couple weeks afterward, the same. I really like Portland, by the way.

A couple months ago, we had a midwinter thaw that evolved into the coldest days of the winter almost overnight. One day it's 40, the next day it's -20. Sunday I was working in my garden in a T-shirt. Monday, I was being pelted by wind and snow and I had to wear a coat.

Another vote for Portland here from a native son. Now I love hard core weather (part of why I'm passionate about mountaineering) but I think what would get to me, and what you're really addressing here, is the monotony of weather that is hard work day after day after day just to exist in. I know my mid-30's and raining commutes are nothing to Minnesota, but I get tired of how long it takes, day after day, just to get dressed and undressed for a ride. Sure it's worth it, but I can see that if I added the layers to survive sub-0, and had to do it day after day, I'd start longing for some variety too. btw, In the last 5 days we have had snow, hail, wind, thunderstorms, and sunny, calm, 50 degrees. Especially after the Momentum profile I'd like to visit Minneapolis for some bikey fun, but I love Portland. Sheldon Brown Memorial ride this evening too.

Different strokes--I'm here in Albuquerque where it's always sunny, warm and calm, where all the hills are downhill,where there are never any goatheads or glassshards and where all the drivers are courteous and alert---I never tire of riding here.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MtMann, never never never mention Goatheads.. they are the bane of my (bicycling) existence (see HERE. If I never see another goathead in my tires again, I'll be happy.

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