My own contribution to the physics of seasonal movement is basically summed by the word 'epithet.' The Greeks loved them, but their epithets were usually rather useful. "Of Tarsus," or "The Great." They tended toward using their epithets as markers that denoted place or attribute or action. Mine, seem to have outpaced the widening of usage the word 'epithet' has come to encompass. As well as obscure vocalization and random dissociative remarks, mine include gesture and facial twitch, the sort of thing 'an observing other' might readily mistake for late onset Tourettes Syndrome rather than a contribution to the physics of seasonal change And while "The Good Lord" regularly figures in such uncontrolled up-bursts, I will henceforth try harder to recall the wisdom of science which has proposed that rational speech and good grammar is associated with the outer layer of the left side of the brain, whereas uncontrolled expletive is an utterance from the deeper, more ancient spheres, where brooding emotion lurks.
Friday, March 15, 2013
The forecast suggests soaring temperatures, slight chance of rain, and we'll be frost free until Tuesday. Around this time of year when such statements are casually issued, odds are that sometime in the next day or so, there will be thunderstorms, with gusty wind and maybe hail, or perhaps a tornado, possibly some sort of down bursting wind, followed by sub-zero temperatures and no access to the electrical grid. If you want to know why, it is because winter likes this part of Kentucky and when it is time for winter to leave, he or she paces about in an irritable and bad tempered manner. And I guess there have to be some in our number who are flattered by winters reluctance to leave us.