Weather

Exhibit 1.3.6

Foul Weather


The Weather Stations by Ryan Call from Caketrain

Despite all the tornadoes and hurricanes and tsunamis of the last few years, Call’s book is a shocking reminder that even more terrible things might be coming. Wind that kills, lightning that maims, sky that crumbles–the stories here aren’t post-apocalyptic, they’re simply apocalyptic. Worse, they’re powerfully personal. So often in lesser work a story’s heart shrinks as the disaster increases, but here the tragedies are always human ones. The weather here produces not destruction but terror, and it’s not on insubstantial difference. You don’t feel like the author is a child kicking over an anthill–he’s the ant.

I was able to read this entire book on the plane yesterday which I both recommend and warn you against. Recommend because it’s a great read that keeps the clouds moving quickly. Warn because this book tells you those clouds are trying to kill you and it’s impossible not to believe it. Those. Clouds. Are. Trying. To. Kill. You. I honestly didn’t think we were ever going to land and when we did, just a minute after I finished the last story, I was shocked when we all didn’t burst into applause out of wonder for our pilot. You know it’s a great book when it can re-mystify the commonplace.

And that’s what impressed me most as I turned the pages and the plane rocked slightly in the air. I didn’t want to land because I didn’t want to leave the book’s world. At that moment, we could have just floated away.

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Exhibit 22.7

Umbrellas

Yesterday it rained for what seemed to be 18 consecutive hours. According to the Chronicle 2.43 inches fell which is more than most (all?) Nebraska counties see in the entire month of October.

(Somehow I’m still only reading the Chronicle for blog research which leads to awkward conversations like when an older couple asked if I worried about the arsonist who has been terrorizing my neighborhood. But you have to understand, from my perspective, I can either worry about arsonists and Yao Ming’s foot or I can live a blissful life where arsonists and Yao Ming’s foot only exist if they’re mentioned in Ulysses or Brett chews on one).

Other than a slightly terrifying drive on a very wet, very busy freeway, this rainfall was mostly notable for explaining why everyone here carries umbrellas. My students laughed at me when I arrived drenched to class and rightfully wondered why I didn’t have one myself. I guess I could have explained to them that in elementary school the most popular kid told everyone umbrellas were gay, but I’m not sure they would have bought this unless I could actually get Josh on the phone to explain it to them. And, honestly, what are the odds he’d even answer my call from the space station mansion where he lives with Kelly Kapowski?

So I guess I need to get one, but now it’s not raining and I’ve already given up. There are just too many choices.

Animal Shaped

Too Plaid

Movie Tie-in

Only Duck Head

The Full Duck

Probably British

Arsonist Proof

I mean, I know I should just go with arsonist proof and be done with it, but I think I’m going to need to get the okay from Josh first.

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