I do wish I weren’t so susceptible to the enervating effect of warm, damp weather. Today was exactly that: overcast and misty, without the slightest stirring of a breeze, too warm for comfort (mine, at least), with the humidity pegged at 100%. In me these conditions induce a feeble-minded torpor, a morose lassitude, an otiose and unsociable ennui that renders me utterly unproductive, and makes me poor company. I forced myself, with enormous effort of will, to do some training, in the hope that physical exercise would perk me up; it didn’t.
So if you have come here looking to find anything broadening or amusing, I must dash your hopes, as tonight the well is dry (and it’s the only thing around here that is). I would have written about Michigan’s extraordinary come-from-behind victory against #9 Wisconsin, which was perhaps one of the most astonishingly improbable sporting events I have ever witnessed — but if you didn’t see it yourself, you wouldn’t believe it anyway, and if you did see it, you know words won’t do it justice.
So all I can do is send you on your way, or invite you to browse our archives (which as of now contain 1,102 posts, ranging from lightweight froth to the utterly trivial; you can even try the brand-new “View a Random Post” link at the top of the sidebar). Or, if you seek something intellectually provocative, have a look at this recent post by Dennis Mangan about our genomic maladaption to agriculture.
I hope to perk up soon; there is a lot to comment on, and plenty of unfinished business. Do come again.
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Had I known you were gonna visit the Ozarks (as apparently you must’ve) I would have prepared a meal of mud-bugs and light. The temps are, as you note pretty mild, the humidity oppressive and the occasional winds pretty much like a fart in an hourglass.
And yet, despite the gas shortages on the Southeastern Seaboard, remain hopeful that our beloved Arkansas Razorbacks shall pull it out in the end. Razorbacks being far more forgiving than Wolverines apparently. We do try to look at the bright side, even if it comes in 2010.
And of course there’s the Constellation Plaides playing, and Halide, as well as Bromide for which we can all be thankful we can be lostin the end.
One thing though, if you do happen to be in the Ozarks, slather the DEET.
Mol-asses only works in Branson.
It’s been cool and crisp in Korea lately–the humidity has definitely left town for the season. Maybe I can wrap up a box of refreshing autumn air and send it over (by air mail, of course).
That would be splendid, Charles, though I am hoping that by the time it would arrive we’ll have some of our own.