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With more threatening of the coming snowpocalypse by the media, I thought it would only be fitting to (almost) wrap up the heavy metal humor with Flight Of The Skajaquada, a heroic tale of psuedo-but-not-really-prog from Cereal Killer Soundtrack, in which an evil snowman holds upstate New York hostage with cold and blizzards.

From what some people in that area have said, this is a common occurrence. =)

It's time to grab your magic shovel...

To wrap up, I'm going to paraphrase (or at least allude to, because I don't remember the exact wording) what a member of Green Jellÿ once said: "We'd be nothing if it wasn't for latex, Papier-mâché, chicken wire, and couch cushions."
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Beautiful misty morning here in northeastern PA. Haze across the forest, about 50-100 songbirds singing*, nice, quiet sleepy day, Mr. B hollering HAL YAY YOU YA on the other side of the door...

The newish green that forms a semi-circle around me, balanced by the faux-stone wall of the house a foot to my right, seems to play with you: is it really hazy, or do the leaves just smear the colors like an oil painting?

Speaking of magical woodland type stuff, you know, in the movie Legend, during the opening credits, there's all that fluff and stuff floating around, giving the forest that enchanted feeling?

Those were our working conditions earlier this week. I'm not sure what the tree was ~ I didn't ID it, although with the proliferation of seeds, I wouldn't it be surprised if it was the evil Tree-O-HeckHeaven ~ but it was definitely related to the dandelion. For two days straight, the air was filled with floating fluffballs. Sometimes it was as sparse as those opening credits(!!!!). Once in a while, it stopped for a few moments. Here and there, it was so thick, that we joked we'd be competing with the guy with a fir tree in his lung... you couldn't take a breath without inhaling a few of the things.

Today will be Rachel's last day of school. We're going on a field trip to the Lehigh Gap Nature Center for a talk by Pat Sutton on Backyard Habitat For Birds and Butterflies (For those in the area who might be able to join us it's at 1:00 p.m.-- Special program by naturalist Pat Sutton from Cape May, New Jersey; with lots of tips on how to attract birds and butterflies to your garden).

* Estimated. I lost count at 25 different types of calls. Sounds kind of like I'm in an aviary, which is good.
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and the rain falls down
By Everett A Warren
May 1, 2009

and the rain falls down
it has that tendency
you know
bit clumsy
all in all
trips on a cloud
and down it comes
tears washing down
if it scrapes its knee
maybe whimpering a little
its eyes misty
if it can cushion the blow
angry and cursing
a temper tantrum
when it lands flat
on its face

for all that
it picks itself up again
brushes off the dust
and wanders off whistling

and the rain falls down


Copyright (c) 2009 Everett Ambrose Warren

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Let's see...

Rachel and [livejournal.com profile] patrixa danced with a tornado... and won. It was to the south and east of them, although at one point, they almost headed back into one of the areas that had the most destruction, just to try a different way home. They didn't even find out about it - outside of some traffic stopping rain they experienced - until a friend of [livejournal.com profile] patrixa called and asked if they were still in Kansas. Or, rather, Cow Hampshire. If they were in Kansas, it would be nearly as bad or worse than if they were in Oz, on account of starting out so far away, and not having the advantage of a wicked witch to land upon.

In other news, [livejournal.com profile] aequitaslevitas and I are putting down some new tracks for 5 on Reserve. This is sounding much better - and more coherent - than the prior effort. [livejournal.com profile] noone234 should be joining us tomorrow to do the alto sax thing. We'll have something up by the end of the weekend, not that I've gotten any comments on our earlier efforts. :: tap, tap :: Is this thing on?


Jul. 5th, 2008 09:01 pm
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Me: "Do you think it's going to rain?"
Mr. B: "No. I'm taking a bath, not a shower. I'm just a little kid. I'm just 3, you know."
Me: "No... I meant rain, outside, not a shower in the tub!" (which is where Mr. B was located during this)
Mr. B: "Oh. I don't want it to rain outside either."
Me: "I want it to rain. Good for the yard."
Mr. B: "If it rains I'll be angry and mommy will be angry so naaaa..." (sticks out his tongue)
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Not only that, but I figure we now have beachfront property, so I suppose global warming happened.

For some odd reason, despite being many bazillions of miles1 from the nearest ocean, it smells like we should be hearing the surf. A salty sea breeze is knocking down our trees, or something like that.

Rachel asked if the ozone had a big ol' hole in it (because for a minute I thought it almost smelled ozone-y), and thus a new song was born - There's a Hole in the Ozone the Sky is Leaking Out - which I will honor with a post of its very own.

It's probably not worthy of such a treatment, but hey, why not?

~ ~ ~

1: More accurately, 100 or so, but that puts us in Perth Amboy, NJ and I'm not sure that quite counts.


Jan. 30th, 2008 11:42 am
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Saw that in the forecast and I thought it was kind of funny.

Then I tried to walk through the wind tunnel between my building and the bank. And cross a street. And walk a block and a half. And back.


The whole way back I was into the wind, so my eyes teared up and I could not quite look where I was going. Then, with the wind tunnel effect, it took three tries to open the door to get back in the building. And then the door swung open yanking me with it. And it took two hands to pull it closed.

I tell you, that little hike gave me a more thorough and complete workout than I've ever had at a gym.

Oi, will I be sore tomorrow... =)
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Ummmm, yeah. Just a little excitement.

Not enough to plow. Yet. Looks like it's heading that way. I even had to use 1st & 2nd gear on the ride home, and spent a half hour on a stretch of road that usually takes 40 seconds.

One car had made a left turn to a side street to avoid all the traffic. He finally ground to a halt after spending about 300-400 feet plowing through some yards. Apparently he hadn't realized he was parallel to the road and not on it. That's actually giving him more benefit of the doubt than anyone deserves. Judging from his trail, he took the turn too fast, dropped over the edge of the road, and, being a moron, tried to keep going and make it to the driveway and back up to the road (at this time his roof was level with the road due to a bank).

Two other cars were pulled one to each side of the road a bit further on. The bright pink lowered, flared, and wannabe-racified little import had its hazards - four-ways - whateveryacallums locally - on in back, and his tail lights as well, but the entire front of the car was lights-out. The bright yellow mini-SUV was not rolled over in a ditch - I say this, because SUVs from the tiny Suzuki's to the hugeous Expeditions are what I usually upside down in a field - but did have a deep impression in the drivers-side doors that rather matched the boxy front grill of the pink thing. My guess - the SUV pulled out of a driveway, possibly cutting off pinko, possibly just taken out by the get-off-my-racetrack speed of the pink thing, which had no doubt been chortling along with an exhaust note similar to my bargain lawn mower (the big DR has a much deeper sound than those modified mufflers lend the import crowd).

But soon... soon! Plowing! =)
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The snow around here looks like someone poured molten shiny plastic. Our driveway was barely even scuffed when I drove over it last night with 3165 some pounds of Subaru. It's kind of like having a paved driveway, really. No more gravel - just all this white asphalt. Which would be healthier for my snowblower if the gravel hadn't already eaten the chain in the Thursday round of snow.

Molten plastic. I thought of this on the ride in, as I noticed that down here in the tropics of the Lehigh Valley, along with the mirror sheen of the poured plastic stuff, there were footprints. You could see where people went to get some mail, or drove a car. Apparently they got a more brittle mix way down south.

Of course, the whole molten plastic obsession could really be coming to mind because today - and last Friday - my preheated car smells an awful lot like an injection molding machine that's in use. Ahhh! the smell of molten plastic in the morning... Not sure what's on fire, yet. But it hasn't fully burned away. Yet.

I know, without a doubt, that it's not the windshield wipers.

You see, last year I discovered that Deb's pre-heated windshield wipers were the first I've ever found that freeze motionless and still try to work. One of two things then happens. Whatever's frozen thaws, and the wipers can complete their cycle ~or~ the motor on the wiper burns out and the wipers can't complete their cycle.

Turns out my car, with its lack-of-special-pre-heater-that-thaws-ice-so-it-seeps-in-and-freezes, has been spending too much time around Deb's car. Justin and I managed to cut most of the ice block from around the car, and, as I completed that bit of work, Justin made the ice-cement berm from the township plow into more of a ramp - wouldn't want my pitiful little front-wheel drive car to go belly up and hang their helpless, front wheels spinning. After all that, I managed to get around the corner, flip the wipers on, and watch them stick. Straight up.

That position is commonly known as the "Hey Officer, Look! My Wipers Don't Work!" position. At least when the wipers on Deb's car stuck, they stayed down. Didn't help clear the slush and grime on the window, but weren't dual flags sending coded signals to law enforcement officers. I pulled over, cleared every last little bit of ice from around them - not that it should have hung them up; they made it all the way to the top and were on their way back down - and still no change.

Called Justin up to put on some water for tea and headed home. Two teakettles of boiling water later - and, Justin on his way back for a third while I squinted at the engine compartment, looking for smoke or flames - they suddenly leapt into life.

~ ~ ~

In other news, I have the CPAP machine and I can now breath. Except for all those burning plastic fumes I sucked up on the ride in...

Turns out my sleep apnea was officially labelled severe. I had something like 46-51 episodes per hour, on average. I suppose not breathing and forcing myself to snort myself back into gear close to once a minute could interrupt the sleep a wee bit...
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Botched Billy S. quotes aside, I'm keeping a weather eye on whether or not the weather situation is such that I should head home.

I have all-wheel-drive, and I'm not afraid to use it.

However, all the maroons in big HUGE SUVs - some of whom even have four wheel drive! - will be on the road, along with all the hapless lesser beings in front and, worse still, rear wheel drive. I'm not so much worried about me being able to pilot home in this massive 0.25" layer of snow and ice (climbing to an estimated 1.5" of snow at home) as I am concerned about those who don't understand things like proper distance between moving vehicles based on speed and road condition, let alone the whole Panic! I saw a snowflake! thing.

Funny thing, this morning. I came in a bit late, trying to make sense of the forecasts, and waiting for the wheatherfolk to come to a consensus. When they finally narrowed down the potential snowfall for my neighborhood to be somewhere in the one to twelve inches range, I decided that was close enough and headed in to the office.
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First, Justin and I did stuff and some top sekrity type stuff, and then, on Sunday, we didn't do stuff. But I did excerise the camera, and I even took it outside. On to the porch. Photographic evidence might be able to be found here and here.

I say "might" because LJ seems a bit iffy today.

For the record, snow continued to fall, and sometime overnight the driveway and roads were lost. There looked to be a good 6-8" on the back deck rails - heavy, wet snow packed down nice and tight. These rails were cleared yesterday while the kids were out playing. They had 3-4" of snow on them at the time.

Although the house had power when I left, it doesn't now, and I haven't heard from them yet. Rachel had a two hour delay, although districts just up the road were closed.
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Heavy wet snow has been falling all day.

Driveway is still clear - except down in the wooded bits, where its sticking a bit - although its been clinging everywhere else.

So the tree will just have to wait.

It is very enjoyable to watch, though - especially when watching also includes looking at Mr. B as he first looks outside...

When he woke up I asked if he spilled the baby powder. He said "no?" and so I said: "Well, how do you explain this?" and threw the door open.

The challenge, then, was keeping him from running out to play in it while he was still in PJs and with bare feet... =)


Aug. 21st, 2007 11:09 am
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By Everett A Warren
August 21, 2007

if i should chance
to see the world
in shades of black and white
leave it to the rain
to bring shades of grey
to blur the distance
smudge the edges
ripple my reflection
the solid made less so
water soluble like a
moist supernova
expanding until it
leaving what remains
floating in solution
until surface tensions relax
and wash it all away

you see things
for what they are
as they pirouette
with the flow
as they cling
as they thrash
in fear
that they are
who they think
they are
want to be
and when the sun
comes out
rainbow smiles
disguise sullen hearts
as their heat dries the earth
turns to desert
at their touch

Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren


Aug. 17th, 2007 02:55 pm
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After Deb called, reporting golf-ball sized hail, trees down, and likelihood of less windows than we had in the morning (and we're not talking Micro$oft products here), and after a co-worker further alerted me to the conditions, I checked the forecast.

It listed:

The tornado will be:
(city our mailing address is in) - (time as I watched it)
(local state park nearly walking distance from the house) - (a few minutes from then)

So I called Deb and sent them down into the basement.

They're probably already in the clear from that particular bit o' wind, but there's at least one more big, nasty chunk o' storm coming in behind that.
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Yes, that means all network connections will be severed for enough time to stop two all-day processes after they've been running for five hours...

This inspired said programmer (not me) to invent the saying "son of a motherless chicken..."

Me? I was thankfully half the way through installing six hot fixes to a SQL Server. I've decided to hold off on the last three - turned the server off, as it is UPSless - until after the storm has passed. Literally.

Anywho, 3/4" hail. Looked like it was snowing for a minute there. Water running so deep and fast on the street, cars are having trouble navigating the canal street. An intersection within view appeared to have more than a foot of water on it.

To the tune Point of Know Return:

How long... till the network drops
How long... till the power surges
How long... until Exchange Server returns

(or something like that... the coworker mentioned above began singing it as I was typing this... =)
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Justin collected 2 cups of water in a half hour span. Hail, again.

No rain here, 45 minutes away. Deb was at the market - thunder and lightning, but no rain.

They say our power should be back on in about three hours...

~ ~ ~

The generator was going to go in this past May, but will now likely be held off until next year due to certain other Top Sekritive Type Stuff going on. That, and the electricians - and most other service industries in the area - break the cardinal rule and never call back.

On that note, though, we are now $400 poorer, but we have all sinks and toilets and so forth running nicely. Apparently Moen doesn't use good ol' fashioned washers, but they use cartridges. Apparently, after three years of unfiltered well water, the cartridges are worthless. Sediment, as I expected, had ripped through the plastic materials, scouring new channels for water to leak out of.

Of course, Deb can't check it all out because no power = no water.

So, yeah. If I find an electrician that actually understands how to use a phone, I might schedule something in sooner rather than later.
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sibling rivalry
by Everett A Warren

May 30, 2007

the wind sweeps down from the moon
driving the rain from cloud-crags
driving it howling forth
the baying of the breeze at its heels
raindrops tears of fright
in meadow and in dale
fleeing before the Hunt
clinging to the leaf-tips
hiding amongst the dew
shaken by whirling gusts
to collapse breathless
in the embrace of roots

impotent the moon rages
across the night sky
seething as his sister rises
her warming breath
coaxing forth the mists
to rise up in the sky
they dance in her light
shimmer in all colours
as he concedes the fight

Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren

21 Trees

Mar. 24th, 2007 07:10 pm
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Woke up bright and early and, with Justin's help, twenty one trees were planted. Well, eleven trees and ten shrubs. To be even more specific, 5 hazels, 5 winterberry holly, and 11 hemlock.

We found a few spots where the ground was still frozen - despite a sloppy, muddy, clay surface. Several locations for hazels were left as false starts - two not even deep enough to be noticeable due to ice, and one because we found a rock that has a face of at least 2'x2'. At least that's about the size of the hole before we gave up, and we never found even one single edge of the rock. We unearthed a couple other good sized rocks, added to the foundation border in front of the kiwi trellis, and one monster. We needed to get the 6' bar out to pry that sucker from the ground - and it was only about a foot in diameter and two feet long.

It's raining now so that should help get those guys off to a good start.

After a few days that topped sixty degrees and rain - heavy at times - there's still quite a few spots with snow, but it is starting to fade away. The Rachel River is running wild and free, even under the 4-6' of snow plowed over it just north of our driveway.

In other news, the guitar lesson with the new student went well today. Slightly more details over on the musical blog (aka MySpace).
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.. quoth the snow. What's the past tense of snow? Snaw? Spring?

Took down half the holiday lights - haven't had them lit since January, but we missed the window to break out the ladder and take them down prior to the onset of Snow in February. The other half will have to wait for aforementioned ladder, which means Light and Lack of Snow, which should happen this weekend. Took them down while Justin was clearing off some cardboard that was allegedly going to be recycled but was left on the porch too long and turned into a sprawling cat bed (complete with decorative decapitated meeses).

Of course, the reason we were out on the porch was because the Musser Forests order had arrived and needed processing (unpack, shake out packing material, wrap in newspaper, put in buckets, moisten paper and add some water). Due to worries of freezing temps, they're down in the cellar - the garage gets too cold. Of course, the cellar has the dehumidifier, which is basically anti-plantlife, so we'll have to watch the moisture and get them into the ground as soon as we can.

Hopefully snow will clear down along the stream where the winterberry holly are going, and along Chestnut Grove where the hazelnuts will be. We're pretty much SOL for the hemlock - those are going along the back edge of the property in the trees, so it's not very likely that we'll be 100% snow cover free.

I have reviews to post - they're halfway between this system and that, and they'll be here. Eventually.

New guitar student starting Saturday - the father of the second student, who wants to make use of the guitar and some musical interest. Also have another two potential students - a guy at work and one of his daughters - that will hopefully be scheduled soon.

Snow Blows

Mar. 16th, 2007 09:11 pm
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Well, the snow blower had a much more successful outing, although it was still troubled at first.

Overjoyed at how it, umm, blew snow, as I cut across the driveway, and then backed up to go all the way.

And all of a sudden a whole ton of gravel started getting sucked in. What ever could be wrong? I had noticed that our newly packed down driveway gravel wasn't quite so packed down as it should be, due to frost heaves and so forth. Must be that I decided.

Unfortunately, the gravel had caused the chain to slip and pop off.

Back to the garage to fix. Struggle struggle fix. Much effort later, and violas! violins! voila, even! it was fixed.

Second trip.

Same place, eat, choke, die. Chain fall off go boom. More struggle struggle fix fix. Bathroom break. Tummy upset and snow blowing don't mix.

This time it worked. Mostly because we discovered the real problem. The two levelers that keep the snow blower from digesting the driveway had decided to drop down. We raised them and tightened them. Much less driveway eating went on, and what did could mostly be seen as due to the first two rounds chunking stuff up.

About 8" so far. Still coming down at a high rate. Wash, rinse, repeat in the morning.

Tired now, especially because of aforementioned tummy trouble.


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