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the weather

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its spring. who knew? certainly mother nature didn’t. and still doesn’t. its still freezing outside (wind chill or no wind chill), and flurries are in the forecast tomorrow.

two thoughts on that. the first one has gotta be the smackdown laid down on weather for small talk. i’ve overheard several people talking this one up in the past week or so, and it must have all originated with that cbc piece on it – it must have been some of nick purdyn’s sweet kicks at DNTO, because Sook-Yin isn’t around to bang the gong right now, and it certainly wasn’t banbury or ghomeshi, that’s for certain. but anyway, it is fairly interesting that we always turn to the weather (or criticism of the cbc) for small talk. of couse, weather is one of those very low denominators in our lives, one of those most-general-subjects that we can always talk about because we know already that everyone will have one opinion or another about it, no matter how bland or exciting that opinion may be. question not the weather. and question not the small talk. but question their ability to opine on that lowest common denominator. the ability (or willingness) to talk up the weather is a surefire way to get to know some one’s secrets.

there was a second point to the smack down, but i can’t recall now. (this is where you would remind me in the conversation, but all i have to go by on this one are the duck icons on my laptop, one for CyberDuckFTP and the other for AdiumX – but that’s another story). i’ve just re-read my bland statement, and all i’ve got to go on right now is burton cummings yelling “Godspeed, Mother Nature” – one of the greatest refrains of all time. its too damn bad (or perhaps so very good) that its sung by The ‘Stache himself. I’m going to have to look that one up on YouTube when I’ve got some time. I’ve found myself youtubing up as much CanCon as I can as of late, and have begun to compile it into a small project at Its kinda fun to do, but i think most of my internet kicks come from thinking about concepts and laying them out as opposed to typing up “content”. who cares about content, really? its all about the sizzle on the steak in the end. well, it is when you can only long for the steak, as we do here at the 5278. but we get by on that, so we’re doing fine.

i used to have a phone number, at 534-9688. goddamn i loved that number. that’s an order of digits that just can’t go wrong. listen to it as it rolls off your tongue: the two alliterative Effs in the first half, followed by the smooth, smooth ‘ayte-ayte’ at the end. living at house number 88 on the street only added to my love of that number. where have those good times gone, really? because i do love my current phone number, but i also get tired of the chance phone call for a cab or for kinko’s.

i spent all of easter weekend working my ass off on a paper that is half-decent, and on a topic that was kind of interesting to research, but not on a subject that was fun to read at all. i won’t bore you with the details suffice to say that its really really nice to talk up the weather and type in all small-letters for a change. wednesday (tomorrow, that is) is a research day of sorts for me. i don’t have classes on that day, but i do have a lot of reading to do, and a lot of marking as well. again, this is a little more fun.


Written by mitchellirons

March 25, 2008 at 9:53 pm

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  1. Wait! That was my phone number too.

    Actually, the first thing you ever said to me was “Don’t talk about the f—–g weather; there’s nothing you can do about it.” As you can tell, that made quite the impression on me.

    Norman Wanda

    March 27, 2008 at 8:37 am

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