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January 23, 2005

stage one = denial

I can’t help feeling sorrow and embarrassment over the outpouring of winter panic, from the northeastern cities. Really have all reporters already forgotten the lessons of summer, the stickiness and death sunburned in puddles of dirt… contrast with the locomotive walk and breath on days of blizzard, how your thoughts swirl and fly. Also, it builds character!

A lot of smoke come out of the city’s chimneys, I don’t know what is burning precisely, I just feel glad all engines are running. The weather only matters in that you derive pleasure from its contrast, and again there is no contest; to be filled by warmth of meals heavy in flavor and texture, and by lush layers of winter music, or to side with the salads and ice cubes one survives hot summers with? I know a thousand wonderful counterexamples could be raised but I can’t afford it at present, bringing them up would kill me. Yet not many indolent summer ways help building character, I wouldn’t think so.

We have all been fooled into embracing summer, just because it lasts for only a month, it should be deemed highly desirable. But it is the icestorm of 98 that generated an as yet unseen baby boom; compare to heatwaves when even a hug feels uncalled for. Now I wouldn’t join a baby boom for the world, but still it gives an example, regarding desire.

My fingers are frozing on the keyboard, maybe I should go watch television before we lose power again. But within my four walls of ice, always I’ll keep drilling these thoughts into my head: winter, my mother! o my country, my season

Posted by nathalie at January 23, 2005 8:59 PM

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This entry makes me smile. It can go on my list of things to stab myself with, I suppose.

Posted by: pogo on January 27, 2005 7:50 PM

the cold makes me feel terrible! i think you would love the old lady from the kraft plant…and i think she would love the ode to idleness you posted the other day! i’ll ask her if she knows the internet.

Posted by: nathalie on January 27, 2005 8:25 PM

all pickle jar ladies are pals of mine. always and everywhere. i will send off a jar of dewberry jam to her presently.

i’m sorry about your winter suffering. I’d tell you how it’s miserable cold here too and i’m commiserating, but you would just sputter and sniff.

(but it is.)

Posted by: pogo on January 27, 2005 9:36 PM