Yesterday, did it ever snow! (Well, it was actually a big mix of snow, slush and rain, but good enough to be called snow here.) I noticed that in the Great White South, they do things a little differently than in the Great White North.
-First, before the snow showed any signs of turning to rain, several people were using umbrellas, presumably to keep their hairdos all perfect. Others were sporting ever-so-cool flip-flops.
-The university's response was quite amusing: loads of salt were sprinkled on top of the melting slush (which was all gone by morning), and instead of mini-tractor-snowplough things to clear the sidewalks, they hald mini sweeping-mashines that are used in the Great White North to clear the sand in the spring.
Oh those crazy Great White Southerners!
Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. 'Nothing in particular,' she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.
-Helen Keller, Three Days to See (1933)
NB: Helen Keller was deaf-blind.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.
-Helen Keller, Three Days to See (1933)
NB: Helen Keller was deaf-blind.
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Great White South
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Having lived in a Pennsylvanian town where we could hardly handle 6 inches of snow...I still find DC's reaction to any degree of snowfall rather amusing...
In Phoenix we mostly just deal with dust storms.
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