Hmmm. The longer term forecast suggests the delivery of several large parcels of arctic air.
It’s bizarre to see the graphics show a warmer orange colour for the Maritimes and a bold blue for BC! On va voir….
The leaves are on the turn. I noticed the start of it the other evening. Mustard-yellowing and a bit of saffron red appearing. Sun too. It’s funny to see people wearing bright red wellies at 5pm having set out in a rainy morning to work and left to home to discover A. N. Other on the way home.
The rest of the West Coast world audaciously announced yesterday as the last day of summer, whereas here at Literature et Folie the Autumn season is already four days underway.
A CBC report (what-do-they-know-wha?) declared the summer passed a “bummer summer”. What a ludicrous assertion, on what basis? On the basis of assumption. The assumption of what summer must be. It was certainly not a “bummer summer” rather it was a moody summer season with pronounced independent thinking and bouts of non conformity and an impressive last minute “up do”. The only mildly inconvenient aspect of it was the late start to the growing season, but my garden was suffering from drowning by peat so I think my peat flooding was more of a problem than the lack of sun.
I have to check the winter forecasts, the last time I looked they were predicting colder than normal temperatures for the Wesssst and warmer than normal elsewhere.
I am heartened by the arrival of our atmospheric rains. They are so temperate thus far. I am awaiting the first fog eagerly.
Nothing quite so reliable as the insomniac’s weather report!
At 1.07am if you were in the land of slumber I am pleased to report for you it was raining. And a most excellent rain it was too, coming as it did after the 27 degree scorcher of a day. (The employment of the gerund in this sentence is an absolute disservice to the quality and verve of the rain, but the insomniac weather report cannot focus on guitar solo grammar and must remain attentive instead to the finery of nabbing what you are sensibly missing by being asleep).
This is a fresh camping rain without the pain and discomfort of needing to go camping. This rain possesses a sense of contentment rather than entitlement… (the insomniac’s weather report is permitted to give the weather human qualities, since slumbering humans are not awake to dispute it).
A rain of convenience and I repeat finery. A fresh cross breeze included. The kind of breeze a random doorway smoker could absolutely destroy if they stood beneath your window.
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I have been blessed yet again by tripping over literary treasure. This time a 12 cent copy of a book called Lifetime by Scott Sommer. It is sharp, short fiction. No one I’ve asked remembers him. (But those I’ve asked do not live in Brooklyn where perhaps he’s v well remembered) He died of a heart attack at 42. This book was published in (well it lists several dates so am thinking it must be a third printing, the dates offered are 78, 81 and 86. Sommer was a writer who certainly embraced new ways of cutting up his sandwiches. The form of these stories is lively and innovative.
Rereading the Riot Act II. Vancouver, June 15, 2011
Lori Weidenhammer performing one of two of her responses at the Performance Art Cabaret @ The Waldorf.
My Unit/Pitt residency project: Rereading the Riot Act. Vancouver 2011.
In 1935 the weather forecast was given a regal column and divided into three parts. (Or it sat above these other two sections this scan is v hard to read)
Weather
Coastwise Movements
The Tides (including graphics that epxlained the moon?)
It was a 36 hour forecast that was given including barometric pressure predictions. On this particular Monday in April maybe the 27th date is missing) Vancouver and vincinity — Strong winds or gales, mostly East with South, mild with rain.
The weather forecast also included a section entitled Synopsis. Tomorrow I will share the synopsis with you.
School report cards increasingly remind me of real estate appraisals in their contractual language and measurement. No leak, nor tweak, nor inconvenience, the categorizations of both insist.
And yet how people flock and click to watch TED Talks. Let it be know the TED talkers are often mighty uneven and celebrated for it.
On Guard!
“A Class 1 hurricane-strength windstorm is expected to slam into the entire B.C. coast Wednesday morning.
Environment Canada issued a severe weather alert Tuesday for the coast and immediate inland sections, including Metro Vancouver and the Fraser Valley”
CBC News
Mrsokana or Mrs Oskana as she’s occasionally renamed, your trusty literary weather forecaster, will obviously be in residence keeping an eye out and providing reports, gust par gust.
Hold onto your bonnets, boil the kettle & tie down anything that rattles…
Insomnia fog
One of the good things about insomnia is, occasionally, during a bout, a weather event is glimpse-able
I am able to report at 2.14am there is a significant fog event underway in Vancouver.
It has already settled in around the lamp posts and coddled its way over the light, lessening the orange from it significantly.
Would I rather be asleep than making these observations? Perhaps and yet no. I’d rather be asleep with these observations.