~ What we all have in common.
It’s 2:00 P.M. in Albuquerque, New Mexico and it’s snowing. Admittedly it’s a very light snow, but snow it is.
The snow storm was predicted to hit Albuquerque late yesterday. That didn’t happen. It almost never happens, being a snow storm, or almost any storm for that matter, hitting Albuquerque when the weather service has scheduled (it). Most storms are always late and like most things late they sometimes never happen; the dew point drops as the temperatures rise and the necessary humidity (for the storm) just evaporates or dissipates away unto almost nothing.
We’ll see what happens. Which means we will see if this storm packs a punch or just flirts with flurries and disappears as it serves to remind us once again that yes, we do live in a desert – it’s hot and when it’s not hot it’s warm and then there’s “Greenhouse Warming” which leaves us with anybody’s guess when it comes to the weather.
So, yes it is snowing in Moscow, snowing in Europe and probably snowing in Seoul or somewhere in South Korea and certainly in Afghanistan. I remember well the snows of Afghanistan, my white Christmas there, how we couldn’t get out because everything was closed even though that with our snow chains all the local streets and roads were open. Why put on chains when one can just stay home and make a fire? Like politics and politicians the weather will always pass and the sun will again shine and the earth will warm and spring too will once again be in the air. Hope is about the weather, not politics or the economy. Which (with this thought) I am reminded of the storms of, and the turbulence within, the soul. It’s better to stay home and wait it out in front of a nice warm fire.
So, I was reading my New York Times (On-line edition – the one that is free!) and reading too about the perils and tribulations of New York and of all the politicians and of the people who suffered from the snow. Free Enterprise, the domain name of Mayor Bloomberg, didn’t work (it was Sunday!) and the snow evidently piled up and too the ambulances and the cars and the buses and the subway trains and some actually said (or admitted), “What a mess!”
Officially you (meaning one) is expected to believe in Greenhouse Warming. You’ve been taught about it for many years, maybe at least ten years (actually 22 years), and in time everyone will believe it. Bloomberg (the Mayor) certainly believes it and so too his staff and that is why (in my opinion) New York prepared for a Stage 1 snow event when in reality it was at least a Stage 4. “No, it won’t snow like that anymore,” someone must have said and “the weather service must be wrong,” and “water the palm trees or fly south to see them,” like the good Governor of New Jersey did and President Obama and (yes) why do we have the capital and the financial centers centered in places where it’s bound to snow when all people want (and want to believe in) is warm, and warming and their personal place in the sun?
Pat Oliphant by Pat Oliphant
- December 28, 2010
Of course the President should not be too concerned about the weather; that is what the Mayor’s are for. Feast, famine and floods – those are issues of the weather, not Congress, issues connected only with the ongoing turbulence of the soul. Does Monsanto and Arthur, Daniels Midland and FEMA and Homeland Security (like with Katrina and with those left starving on the tarmac) have soul? Does the President or Mayor Bloomberg really have soul? Does Greenhouse Warming have either a heart or a soul and if so does the whole concept even still have legs?
Yes, Bloomberg is right. “Suck it up New York and New Yorkers!” Snow is just Mother Nature’s way of saying, “Slow Down!” You don’t really need to work so hard, no need to shovel and rush and climb into transportation and try to go somewhere when nobody is going anywhere anyway. Why spin your wheels? Look back. The snow will melt tomorrow or in the spring. Things will get warmer gradually. Then once again there will be the cold. We call it the seasons and seasonality and not just the seasons of the sun.
This would be a good time to add a snow picture or two, a reminder of what the white stuff really looks like and how long it’s been around and what communication and technology and communications technology can bring. It can’t bring an end to snow, nor clear the snow, nor motivate “other minded” politicians that deep snow could be real. So I will just let it fall, I’ll be happy as it falls. Why embrace the idea of an end to winter? I’m not sure, but I think that winter is back; maybe the real issue (and a better name) is Icebox Cooling – and the Iceman really does Cometh.
Anybody in the mood for a Broadway play?