No danger of a green Christmas this year...
The climate here in Northern New Brunswick has regressed to what I remember it being back in my single-digit years; Plenty of snow, sometimes as early as Halloween, which would adamantly lurk right into April and May, and sometimes a squall of flurries in the Month of June.
However,, for instance, the ground was bare on Dec 23rd, 2005, and stayed that way long enough for me to get checked into my hotel in Montreal, before a month's backlog of the white stuff fell all at once; The muffling effect snow-fall of this abrubt change verges on erie, especially to those of you who have never had the opportunity to experience absolute silence; prior experiences of what was one's best guess at absolute silence would be quickly invalidated. THAT WASN'T SILENCE; NOW THIS, THIS IS SILENCE!
Except that we now experience obvious microclimates which used not to happen, we in the Maritimes haven't really been affected too much out of our comfort zones by the mucked up weather systems yet; While my place is tsunami-safe, much of the town would be gone should some siesmic activity occur between here and Newfoundland; NFLD would likely shield my area from several mid-atlantic scenarios that could send a killer wave our way. However, something like a large landside on the south of NFLD island could cause us trouble. Sudden unexpected and severe low tides seen anywhere aren't signals to wonder about; they mean grab the kids and flee to the hills.
Anyhow, in case I'm absent, seasons greetings to one and all. The ancient greco-roman festival that was customarily held these days is the Saturnailia; the planet's symbol looks most like a crucifix with a seat attached; I'll check some catholic service to see how the sign is ended; Astrologically/Mystically, Saturn is the bringer of old age, routines, nostalgia, traditions and customs, which many people appreciate and find comfort in, but, alas, I'm not one of them, at this time, at least.
The sun is a O with a center .; Mercury, clearly a horned devil; I keep confusing Venus and Earth; Mars is the Volvo icon, Jupiter, a condensed 24, Saturn, the cross with an h at its lowest pt, Uranus, a round ball with an arial antenna on top; Neptune is a trident with a horizontal bar that makes it seem like a positive pitchfork; Pluto is a P and L smooshed togeter.
Free associate with me for a sec. Nous is greek for "soul". OurNous: Our Soul. This planet is associated with the Heavenly Grandfather, who I imagine, was one of those (loveable) arsehole grandfathers who hate everything and everybody, say Henry Fonda (On Golden Pond), who maried Gaia, and made monstrously divine kids, who upon witnessing their birth, was nearly comical in his reaction to "NO, NO NO, PUT THOSE DEMON-SPAWN RIGHT BACK DOWN THE CAVE THEY CRAWLED OUT OF!!!" which isn't too different a reaction one gets from listening to comdedians describe their reluctant presence and participation in today's childbirthing. I think I was pretty lucky in having Bill Cosby break the horror to me; I was luckier still being adopted, that I hadn't ever looked my mom in the eye, and imagined myself being expelled from her rather slight frame, with the soundtrack forming of my dad's utter helplessness, and mom's inherent ability to precisely nail with the perfect obsenity, any wrongs she might have endured. I figured I had some additional torture credit available, which was well used by the time she passed on in 1996. (Long before I had made up my mind, her annoyed pet-name for me was Little Cocksucker; my brother, who is half-black... LiverLip. Bless her heart; I wouldn't be nearly as fierce had she been any other way. :)
Cheers,
-nevin
However,, for instance, the ground was bare on Dec 23rd, 2005, and stayed that way long enough for me to get checked into my hotel in Montreal, before a month's backlog of the white stuff fell all at once; The muffling effect snow-fall of this abrubt change verges on erie, especially to those of you who have never had the opportunity to experience absolute silence; prior experiences of what was one's best guess at absolute silence would be quickly invalidated. THAT WASN'T SILENCE; NOW THIS, THIS IS SILENCE!
Except that we now experience obvious microclimates which used not to happen, we in the Maritimes haven't really been affected too much out of our comfort zones by the mucked up weather systems yet; While my place is tsunami-safe, much of the town would be gone should some siesmic activity occur between here and Newfoundland; NFLD would likely shield my area from several mid-atlantic scenarios that could send a killer wave our way. However, something like a large landside on the south of NFLD island could cause us trouble. Sudden unexpected and severe low tides seen anywhere aren't signals to wonder about; they mean grab the kids and flee to the hills.
Anyhow, in case I'm absent, seasons greetings to one and all. The ancient greco-roman festival that was customarily held these days is the Saturnailia; the planet's symbol looks most like a crucifix with a seat attached; I'll check some catholic service to see how the sign is ended; Astrologically/Mystically, Saturn is the bringer of old age, routines, nostalgia, traditions and customs, which many people appreciate and find comfort in, but, alas, I'm not one of them, at this time, at least.
The sun is a O with a center .; Mercury, clearly a horned devil; I keep confusing Venus and Earth; Mars is the Volvo icon, Jupiter, a condensed 24, Saturn, the cross with an h at its lowest pt, Uranus, a round ball with an arial antenna on top; Neptune is a trident with a horizontal bar that makes it seem like a positive pitchfork; Pluto is a P and L smooshed togeter.
Free associate with me for a sec. Nous is greek for "soul". OurNous: Our Soul. This planet is associated with the Heavenly Grandfather, who I imagine, was one of those (loveable) arsehole grandfathers who hate everything and everybody, say Henry Fonda (On Golden Pond), who maried Gaia, and made monstrously divine kids, who upon witnessing their birth, was nearly comical in his reaction to "NO, NO NO, PUT THOSE DEMON-SPAWN RIGHT BACK DOWN THE CAVE THEY CRAWLED OUT OF!!!" which isn't too different a reaction one gets from listening to comdedians describe their reluctant presence and participation in today's childbirthing. I think I was pretty lucky in having Bill Cosby break the horror to me; I was luckier still being adopted, that I hadn't ever looked my mom in the eye, and imagined myself being expelled from her rather slight frame, with the soundtrack forming of my dad's utter helplessness, and mom's inherent ability to precisely nail with the perfect obsenity, any wrongs she might have endured. I figured I had some additional torture credit available, which was well used by the time she passed on in 1996. (Long before I had made up my mind, her annoyed pet-name for me was Little Cocksucker; my brother, who is half-black... LiverLip. Bless her heart; I wouldn't be nearly as fierce had she been any other way. :)
Cheers,
-nevin