January 9th, 2005

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snow report IV: slow news day

Yes, it's snowing again. But fairly steadily, and there appears to be some faint build-up on the road, at least on the less traveled one at the side of the house here.

Right this minute it's coming down rapidly the way rain usually does: vertical and implacable. Of course, even if there is some accumulation now, at 5 a.m., it could easily warm up and disappear by the time a reasonable hour of the morning rolls around.

Yesterday was pleasantly mellow. Breakfast at Luna Park, then the afternoon spent playing games and hanging out with faintheart, amnotsurly, and grouchychris. I got home around 8 p.m. and went upstairs to hang out with the cat, and fell asleep until 1 a.m. or so.

I turned on the radio around then, and it was during the time that KUOW relays the BBC World Service. Interestingly enough, what was being broadcast was sort of an online brochure about public health, clean water and water-borne diseases (cholera, diphtheria, etc.) by Doctors Without Borders. Very informative and straightforward, and I was reminded of one of the reasons I really like the BBC - they broadcast useful things like that, and language lessons, and so forth. Yes, they have some odd shows like the one where people from all over the world write in requesting songs, resulting in the strangest mish-mash of a playlist that's even more surreal at three in the morning, but even that has its amusement value.

The best thing about the DWB piece was it was informative without sounding like a lecture, and without sounding like the authors assumed you were clueless or brain-dead. It was very clear about things like wash your hands, & use soap and ways to purify possibly contaminated water (boil it, or put it in a translucent container in the full sun for a day - the combined light/heat/UV will apparently zap most fecal-borne pathogens) but all in the context of describing the various aftereffects of disaster. A refreshing change from most of the domestic products of a purportedly similar nature I've encountered.

As an aside, if you are looking for somewhere to donate toward relief, Doctors Without Borders (as rjl20 mentioned) is an excellent choice. They have also been working in so many of the other crisis areas of the world - Sudan, DRC, Afghanistan, Ivory Coast, Haiti... So if, like me, you find yourself thinking yes, the tsunami wreaked horrible destruction, but what about all the other places where the disaster has been less sudden, less photogenic or less likely to involve a bunch of white tourists? you can comfort your cynical self by knowing your money will go toward helping people other places as well.
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snow report V

(Can you tell I'm amused by playing the role of "roving" snow reporter? Good thing at least one of us thinks it's funny...)

Okay kids, here on the 35th Avenue SW hill it's officially snow. It's piled on the wires, roofs and telephone poles I can see out the window from here; if I get up and look at the road, it's white. Ta da, I hope y'all are happy now.

To be honest, I think it's pretty, and I don't mind it as long as going out in it remains voluntary. But that voluntary part is pretty key.

Looking out at the spot where uly's car was parked, the tracks from him heading down to the shop are kind of cute. There's this big dry rectangle where the car was parked, and coming down toward the car is the line of footprints, which then circle around the dry spot in a neat spiral, like a dog turning around before lying down. Not an extraneous step in the bunch, it's quite beautiful. Very economical and elegant.

And still it snows. Clearly greenwood and rimrunner were right - I'm sure we will have to resort to cannibalism any second now.
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snow report VI: it's meltiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Yes, in that fickle way PNW weather has, after depositing an inch or so and waiting for sun-up so's it can look all pretty, it has now warmed up enough that out of the corner of my eye I keep catching big clumps falling off of wires and roofs.

The roads are fairly clear, as I understand it. This kind of snow I like - pretty, enough to say "it snowed" but not enough or lasting as long as to actually inconvenience me. 'Cause it's all about me, of course.

Plus, grouchychris, if I wasn't talking about the weather I'd probably be rambling on about something else equally dull. Perhaps you would prefer I tell cat stories?