Category Archives: Weather +Climate

The Little Legislature That Could

Imbolc             Full Moon of Winds

Kate tweaked her neck at work.  Ouch.

The temperature has gone below zero one more time, -4.  I heard on MPR today that the National Weather Service averaged all the highs and lows across the country.  This winter was .5 degree warmer than last year.  Not here in Minnesota, or the Upper Midwest, but highs in the Southwest and West balanced us out.

The little engine that could has begun to huff and puff its way up the halls of the Minnesota Legislature.  There’s a lot of I think I can, I think I can, I know I can, I’ll try going on over there.  Unlike the children’s book however, this is a massive moving body with many interchangeable parts.  I’m pulling for it to get up the hill.  We all  need it to make it.

The cold weather can leave us now.  The proud Minnesotan part of the winter is over; we’ve made our stand, yet another successful one, but now it’s time for a little warm weather.  Coming Saturday I understand.

Can’t Get No Satisfaction

Imbolc        Waxing Moon of Winds

Even now the winds continue as winter and spring continue their tug of war.  Seasons do not just give up here, seasonal ground has to be earned.

Two China tours today.  I left dissatisfied with my work on them.  My work was not as crisp or as engaging.  I may need to go back to themes and questions, which I have largely abandoned.   These were  senior high kids and there was a certain amount of boy/girl silliness with the girls in front and the boys in back, moving away.  Still, at my best I keep the kids engaged and today I didn’t.  Room for improvement.

My first asmat tour is next Friday and I have work to get ready for it.

Otherwise, tired.  Headed upstairs for a nap.

The Moon of Winds Delivers

Imbolc        New Moon (Moon of Winds)

The moon of winds has already begun to deliver.  We’ve had gusts up to 15 and average windspeeds of up to 5.6 mph.  All the air and clouds running before a snow storm coming to us from the west.

The legislative situation has begun to pick up speed.  I’m not sure what all the momentum will do when it hits the wall of the new revenue forecast, anticipated to raise our state deficit by some billions more.

Two China tours tomorrow.  I’m doing my 8 dynasties tour for these Chinese language students from Highland Park High School in St. Paul.

Off to Costco.  No, not again.  Never made it Tuesday.  Gotta go today.  The dogs need food.

Cabin Fever and Feeling Old

Imbolc      Waning Wild Moon

I know this will continue a down refrain from the last couple of weeks, but I want to talk about it anyhow.

One of the more problematic parts of getting older lies in the corrosive nature of normal problems.  That is, today and this last week I have felt slightly sick, unwell but not moving outright into a cold or the flu.  This may be, probably is, a hangover from the vertigo of two Mondays ago, but I find it hard not to ascribe it to generally decreased vigor.

When I went to the  capitol on Tuesday, I was there from noon until 4:00 pm or so.  By the time I got home I felt completely worn out.  Yesterday at the continuing education at the Art Institute the thought of waiting from 4 p.m. until 6:30 p.m. to do a walk through of the Asmat exhibit found me on the way home.

A certain shuffle in the walk necessarily accompanies vertigo, since rapid movements often tripped the spinning/nausea cycle.  That shuffle, the tenderness and care with which I held my body, made feel only months away from assisted living.

As I write this, a more plausible explanation than age occurs to me.  Writing has a consitent therapeutic value, something I appreciate about it.  I’ve been inside and hunkered down since late December, only venturing out for Sierra Club, Art Institute, Woolly Mammoth or sheepshead events.

The cabin fever that can strike us  Minnesotans during this time has been noticeably absent from me this year.  I thought I’d beat it with interesting and varied activities.  Nope.  This tunnel vision, feeling like life has no breadth, comes from the inside life.  It also creates the old guy feeling of a life with no pizzazz and no energy, then reinforces it with whatever examples the environment offers:  vertigo, feeling a bit off.

There.  Now I have to get ready to go the Institute.

When The Bell Tolls, It Tolls For Tor and Celt and Morgana…

Imbolc   Waning Wild Moon

Our Arcosanti bell has rung and rung today.  A north wind has blown in at speeds up to 24 mph.

Kate bought this bell quite a while ago on a trip to see her father.  When she brought it back, we had just experienced two Wolfhound deaths, I believe it was Celt and Scot.  I suggested we hang it and let it be a memorial bell for all of our dogs.  And so we did.

My day at the capitol yesterday wore me out.  I remember when I would go to the capitol and be there all day, sometimes until late in the night.  Geez.  It’s a long drive in to St. Paul, so I’m going to limit myself to one trip in a week for right now.  As the weather warms and the session gets more action oriented, I may go in more.

It’s important to be there from time to time, to take the pulse of the place myself for the Sierra Club blog.

Life-Long Learning

7oaks250Imbolc    Waning Wild Moon

My weatherblog has been up for almost a month now at the Star-Tribune Weatherwatchers site.  The weather has not been interesting.  It has been either really cold or not so cold.  Little snow.  No storms.  Some days gloomy, some days not.  It taxes me metaphorically to comment.  I never appreciated how difficult attending to relatively stable conditions could be.  It makes the whole concept of news make a lot more sense.

I began yesterday a protracted period of study.  I need to get up to speed on the Sierra Club’s issues for the blog.  I have a special tour for Annie to put together, a piece on textiles and crafts.  In order to learn more about the weather I’ve decided to devote the next two or three weeks to cloud research since the type of cloud helps make the blog more weather savvy.

After my wondrous sheepshead night last week, I’ve also decided to read my two sheepshead books and see if I can pick up some tips for my play.  A big one:  14 trump, not 13.

On March 15th I have a presentation I’ve titled American Identity in the Time of Obama.  Work to do on that one, too.

Up On the Twisted Side of the Bed

Winter  Waxing Wolf Moon

“Nothing, to my way of thinking, is a better proof of a well-ordered mind than a man’s ability to stop just where he is and pass some time in his own company.” – Seneca

Seneca comes along just in time as I head out the door for an oil change for our truck.  Waiting for an oil change gives a well-ordered mind a chance to stop where it is and spend time in its own company. Not sure what I’ll do, but that’s a story…wait.  What was I on about?

When life gives you vehicles, make oil changes.  Sorry, I got up on the twisted side of the bed this morning.

Might have been that weird dream I had.  No, really.  I lived in China and had gone to work, in an offbeat way, for Jackie Chan, a wealthy man.  He rewarded me for doing things for him, at first straightforward, then not.  I can’t recall the first things I had to do, but the last is clear.  He wanted me to intervene in an election, but he didn’t want to win.  He wanted to lose the election.  Strange, I thought, but ok.

So, I did something and, sure enough, he lost.  He was happy.  So, what would Carl say about that?  Not sure.

A bright orange sun rose in the southeast at dawn, while stratus clouds took up part of the sky.   Now the stratus clouds define a narrow band from the horizon part way up the sky in the east with the rest clear.  The day has diffuse light rather than bright sun thanks to the band of stratus.

Weather Boring

Winter      New Moon (Wild)

The weather here has gone into a stable, cold pattern.  Just not very interesting.  No storms. No new snow.  No new ice.  No winds.  No warmth.  Some way below freezing cold, but been there done that this year.  It’s not been terrible for me because I don’t have to get out of the house and drive to work every day, fight the cold.  I’ve not even felt cabin fever set in and it usually does for me about now.  Must be the internet and substantial projects here at home.

Funny thing.  When I write about weather here, it’s more interesting than when I write on my Startribune weather blog.  When I get on the weather blog page, I feel the need to go all meteorological.  The comments I’ve gotten though have come when I’ve given a bit more commentary.  I just copied the paragraph above and stuck it in my latest post for the Trib.  Context matters.

Going into Minneapolis today for Mary Broderick’s retirement party.  Retirement parties, funerals, hospital visits.  That’s the golden years.

Movement Backwards?

Winter   Waning Wolf Moon

At the Woolly meeting last Monday I said it encouraged me that a movement had begun to build that saw protecting the environment as a priority personally and politically.  Then I read the Pew and Rasmussen polls that said support for renewables and work against climate change has softened over the last six months to a year.

That contradicts my statement and made me sit back a moment.  Of course, one way to interpret that data takes into account the sudden, severe shock that the financial crisis has dealt our country and so many families within it.  With immediate peril something abstract and seemingily distant could have less priority.  I imagine that’s part of it.

Another possibility fingers the cynical disinformation crowd that works so hard to discredit the science.  They hope confusion and doubt will cause people to back away from the issue or at least set it down as one to complicated to consider.

The cold winter (.22 degrees above average according to Paul Douglas this morning) and thickening of the Arctic sea ice has affected some people.

Whatever the reason I do know that I have met more and more people who have dedicate serious amounts of time and energy and wealth to moving this country in the direction of Thomas Berry’s Great Work:  making sure we see in our lifetime the transition from a malign human presence on the earth to a benign one.  Whether an increasing movement or not, I’ve thrown my lot in with them and choose to remain there as long I have health and time.  Numbers do not now and have not ever determined truth.

Inaugration Day. Bright, Sunny. Cold

Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

The day has begun well.  Sunshine comes from a sky with cirrus clouds, a nice break after the cloudy weather.

Today Obama becomes the 44th president of the United States.  After our discussion last night at the Woollies, I realize I do run on a different political path than most.  The politics I care most about happen because citizens, folks like you and me, make them happen: neighborhood economic development, movement toward single payer health plans and initiatives that promote a sustainable human presence on mother earth.

The players in Washington create the atomsphere in which local politics occur.  That is, a president like George Bush can make federal level policy and bureaucratic administration so obstructive that local politics become shoring up of dikes, attempts to stave off catastrophe in poor communities or in rivers and streams, woodlands and lakes.  In the best case a president like Obama can make local politics the art of adapting federal level initiatives to particular places, particular situations while continuing the local political level work that has no federal equivalent.

Whether Obama can turn the great ship US Bureaucracy and Law very far from its collision course with the natural world remains to be seen.  Presidents don’t matter much to me unless, as in George W. Bush’s case and Ronald Reagan’s, they ignore science, shove aside the poor and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t matter.   Yes, they entangle us in wars and produce fiscal policy that either mainline’s greed or provides reasonable checks and balances, and, yes, these matters are of crucial importance to certain people in certain situations; but my day to day reality, the politics of economic justice and the politics of sound ecology, must go forward no matter what the national government does.

So, I hope Obama will prove helpful in some way, but I’m not counting on it.  We still have to push the Clean Car initiatives and Mining without Harm.  Programs to help folks get back to work have to get money from somewhere.  Affordable housing has to get built.

In my youth I believed, along with many of my contemporaries, that a mass movement could push the federal government into stopping a war, creating a just economic society and dismantling racial barriers.  Now I understand that it is much more important to keep on working at the local level, doing those things that are necessary to  move what can be moved.  Why?  Because anticipating the federal government will, with a single whoosh, solve a problem is like imagining Daddy can come and solve everyone of your problems.  Can Dad help?  Sure.  But only if you’re ready and able to receive help.  That’s the local politics.  And it goes on whether Richard Nixon or Bill Clinton is in office, Ronald Reagan or Jimmy Carter, and, yes, George W. Bush or Barack Obama.