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2001.09.05 Various Rantings
2001.08.28 Roller Coaster
2001.08.27 Snowstorm
2001.08.26 Walking in the Rain
2001.08.24 Stash It or Trash It
2001.08.14 the calm before
2001.08.09 still moving. . . .
2001.08.05 Ready, Aim,
2001.07.31 Pizza and Strife
2001.07.30 Fortunately, Unfortunately
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2001.07.27 2, 1, 0, der Alarm ist rot
2001.07.26 Genmaicha
2001.07.21 cereal box religion
2001.07.20 Office supply list:
2001.07.19 . . . crash.
2001.07.16 Why it's important
2001.07.13 Miscellaneous Pathos
2001.07.12 Pecans Cilantro & green
2001.07.11 Everything I Touch
2001.07.10 sometimes . . .
2001.07.09 time, time to
2001.07.08 P.C. at Taco Bueno
2001.07.07 God & Machiavelli
2001.07.06 Blue Monday Friday
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Snowstorm
It has been raining off and on all day today, leading to some unseasonably dark and cool weather (cool meaning 80 degrees, but this is Dallas, remember). Looking outside, I couldn't help but get the impression a huge snowfall could begin any moment.

Wishful thinking, I suppose.

Regardless, the sensation was still so strong after work, I decided to play a little game. Turning the car air conditioner as cool as it would go, I aimed it at the windows and floor, so that I couldn't feel it blowing directly on me, and so that the heat coming through the windshield would be neutralized. (Yes, you've probably figured out what I'm up to, and yes, I admit it's a little psychotic, but if you've ever endured a Texas summer, you understand.)

I started thinking to myself, "Wow, I wonder if it will snow. It's pretty cold out. I just want to get home and curl up on the couch with a blanket — that'd be nice. Look at those wintery clouds," and so on and so forth.

I nearly had myself convinced, too, until I got home, opened the car door, and was hit by a blast of 80 degree air.

More importantly, though, for just a split second, I expected to start shivering instead.