Dog Days

The 'Cusian/cny weather has been angry for some time, determined in no certain manner to bedevil its dwellers. These dog days of summer, the sun turns its face on Syracuse with practiced inspection and the slow, lulling care of a tenored librarian. Unannounced he will look away and there will be only lightening that walks miles in minutes.

If it weren't for an abundance of scientists (who failed astronomy) and Triple Doppler, I might find myself in one of these storms, musing if Judgment Day "had come early this Sunday in August Two Thousand and Nine."

It was in this position that indeed I found myself week after week. One particular night, the lightening strikes were so abundant, they looked like an advancing contingent of albino Ents. Naturally, I was frightened and irritated but inspired. Nature is wonderfully entertaining when studied from the climate contrilled confines of the iSchool here at Syracuse U. But out in the borderlands, where happiness goes to die.. nature is law sans order.

In the past 6 weeks I've put 3600 miles on my car, half on Fridays and half on Sundays. I've fished with friends, vegged with family, proposed to my girlfriend, and sung my fair share of solo tunes behind the intrepid helm of a bright orange Honda Element. After all of it, I've come to three conclusions. 1 - I wish my car could talk. 2 - Adventure is as fundamental as breathing. 3 - ICS means home.