i have to write a blog post
if i don’t, i’ll miss one of my monthly goals (see previous post) which means i’ve already failed the effing FIRST month of 2011. so i have to write a blog post. (don’t ask me about the other goals)
but i have no idea what to write about, so maybe i’ll need to bust one of those write-about-writing-about-something things. or i can just go HAM with random topics that pass through the head.
eh, another time.
INSTEAD, i’ll talk about the weather. which is a little funny, given that the weather is the cliched fallback conversation when people have nothing to talk about. so i guess it’s fitting that when one has nothing to blog about, to blog about the weather. hey, i’m on a deadline here, i need that crutch. ANYWAY.
one of the things i’ve learned in new york is that weather is real. i’ll try to explain that: everyone who’s not from callie forn eye ay loves to talk about how the weather there is gorgeous and that it’s so awesome to have perfect weather 99% of the time. but when you’ve lived there all your life, that’s just the way it is. you NEVER think about the weather. never really need to check the weather report, never really need to plan for it, and almost never have to even look outside to see what it’s like. weather survives in an invisible existence.
and because you never have to think about the weather, it makes it sorta unreal. like how cancer is kinda unreal and most people don’t think about it, until it’s real and all you can think of. or how KFC’s double down is unreal and never imagined, until it’s the food item of 2010. clogged toilets. credit card bills. sprained ankles. various tech start ups. rotten fruit. and so on, you get the point.
to cut it: you always think about the weather in new york. which makes it currently face freezingly and in a few months sweat drippingly real.