Saturday, August 27, 2011
Sunday, 1320 Hours, Washington, D.C. After sequestering myself overnight and this morning away from windows for safety, I finally summoned enough courage to peer between the blinds and discovered that that almost perfectly spherical orb that consists of hot plasma interwoven with magnetic fields - the sun - was now dominating the weather again. Damn. Will this heat never end? Your intrepid hurricane reporter is now signing-off until the next threat.
Saturday, 2145 Hours,Washington, D.C. Well, due to the lack of light, it's difficult to report anything really substantive. Additionally, there's really nothing substantive to report, irrespective of the hour. A quick look out the front of my building (flouting all recommendations to stay away from windows) indicates a light rain falling. Also, and it may just be limited to the area of D.C. that I live in (or at least, the area directly in front of me), there is no wind. In fact, the only wind related to Hurricane Irene in the D.C. area seems to be coming from weather commentators. But I'm sure once the sun rises again (assuming it does), I'll have more to report. In the meantime, in case you missed it, you may want want to read an earlier blog on weather. Stay tuned.
Saturday, 1648 Hours, Washington, D.C. Now things are really starting to happen; I heard thunder. Who could have imagined an afternoon thunder storm in late August in D.C.? I think I'll try to get to Safeway for last minute provisioning. The bread and milk will have been long gone, but I might be able to muster up some granola bars past the expiration date. Actually, the low-on-stock situation at Safeway would be typical for any Saturday night. Washingtonians name their Safeways and the one I'm referring to is the Soviet Safeway (always low on stock and always long lines; get it?). At least it's better than Capitol Hills' UnSafeway. Wish me luck.
Saturday, 1500 Hours, Washington, D.C. What's the difference between Hurricane Irene and a typical late summer rain storm? So far, positioning. From a marketing, not a global satellite perspective, that is. Yes, it's a bit windy and has been raining steadily for the past hour. But the flooding - oops, I mean storm surge - of streets and gutters we're currently experiencing is more the result of a municipal infrastructure less efficient than an incandescent light bulb. And I'm being a little hard on incandescent light bulbs, here.
Saturday, 1200 Hours, Washington, D.C. (OK, I know this post automatically has the time and date. But this dateline gives it a more Irwin Allen-esque feel). Still reeling from a massive earthquake earlier in the week that caused irreparable damage to three figurines in a local woman's Hummel collection, our nation’s capital is now bracing for the onslaught of Hurricane Irene. Already the ground looks damp and I think I saw a branch move, but it could have been a squirrel. More later.
Saturday, 2145 Hours,Washington, D.C. Well, due to the lack of light, it's difficult to report anything really substantive. Additionally, there's really nothing substantive to report, irrespective of the hour. A quick look out the front of my building (flouting all recommendations to stay away from windows) indicates a light rain falling. Also, and it may just be limited to the area of D.C. that I live in (or at least, the area directly in front of me), there is no wind. In fact, the only wind related to Hurricane Irene in the D.C. area seems to be coming from weather commentators. But I'm sure once the sun rises again (assuming it does), I'll have more to report. In the meantime, in case you missed it, you may want want to read an earlier blog on weather. Stay tuned.
Saturday, 1648 Hours, Washington, D.C. Now things are really starting to happen; I heard thunder. Who could have imagined an afternoon thunder storm in late August in D.C.? I think I'll try to get to Safeway for last minute provisioning. The bread and milk will have been long gone, but I might be able to muster up some granola bars past the expiration date. Actually, the low-on-stock situation at Safeway would be typical for any Saturday night. Washingtonians name their Safeways and the one I'm referring to is the Soviet Safeway (always low on stock and always long lines; get it?). At least it's better than Capitol Hills' UnSafeway. Wish me luck.
Saturday, 1500 Hours, Washington, D.C. What's the difference between Hurricane Irene and a typical late summer rain storm? So far, positioning. From a marketing, not a global satellite perspective, that is. Yes, it's a bit windy and has been raining steadily for the past hour. But the flooding - oops, I mean storm surge - of streets and gutters we're currently experiencing is more the result of a municipal infrastructure less efficient than an incandescent light bulb. And I'm being a little hard on incandescent light bulbs, here.
Saturday, 1200 Hours, Washington, D.C. (OK, I know this post automatically has the time and date. But this dateline gives it a more Irwin Allen-esque feel). Still reeling from a massive earthquake earlier in the week that caused irreparable damage to three figurines in a local woman's Hummel collection, our nation’s capital is now bracing for the onslaught of Hurricane Irene. Already the ground looks damp and I think I saw a branch move, but it could have been a squirrel. More later.
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This blog's title comes from Ariel's Song in Shakespeare's The Tempest.
Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
Full fathom five they father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearsl that were his eyes;
Nothing of him doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
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1 comments:
so, at 20:44, Im guessing there is mo power?
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