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best. holiday. icon. evar.

Since it's bucketing down "wintry mix" out there (what was wrong with "sleet" and "freezing rain" and "nor'easter" and "slush storm," anyway? Did we need a euphemism ,for some reason? Eskimos may not have a hundred words for snow, but Yankees sure do.) and since eljay just doled me out another loyalty icon, I was feeling seasonal, and broke out the December pics.

I am still (yes, still, how long has it been now?) stuck on that last scene (One. Last. Scene.) in "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree." Which means it did not get finished tonight, though there was lots of futzing about on the internets and general time wasting. (On the other hand, I wrote about 1600 words of nonfiction today, and did a whole bunch of other stuff, including web page maintenance and correcting a small itty bitty insignificant timeline flaw in the Secrit Projekt and so forth, so it's not like I didn't earn my keep.) I am in that frustrating stage where I really feel like writing, and I want the cookie of finishing a story.

I think I'm going to bail on climbing tomorrow and stay home and have a major three-day introvert fit and read books and goof off and see if that clears out the noise in my head enough to get some fiction-related work done, because hello with the overscheduled.

And if perchance this story and the other story *did* fall out of my head, then maybe some of the other stuff I have been asked for would follow.... and I could be like, edging up to caught up coming into January. And Chill. Which I fear.

The annoying side product of wanting to write and not having anything to write about is that I'm bored. And it's one o'clock in the morning. I would just go to bed, of course, but since I've been moderately insomniac the last few nights (and am not right now sleepy at all), that sounds like a recipe for tail chasing.

Well, hey, I wanted to read Carmen Dog, didn't I?

Also, this is just to let you all know that while I, for one, welcome our new Russian overlords, I've also started using this livejournal archive tool, and it wurks gud.

330.3 miles to Lothlorien.
Maybe the cat will be entertaining tomorrow and I can tell you about that.


I think "wintry mix" is the code word Southern forecasters use when they don't want to use the eeeeeevil S and I words that panic the population, but want the sane people to sensibly prepare for a storm.

Me, I think it sounds like a drink, but hey, what do I know?
Except I live in New England. ;-)

Mmm. Storm.
Well, you know how these things spread. One forecaster moves from Atlanta to Boston, and bam.
I thought "wintry mix" was code for "may be snow, may be rain, we haven't a clue, but it'll be ugly. whatever it is."
I suspect you are right!
Since it's bucketing down "wintry mix" out there (what was wrong with "sleet" and "freezing rain" and "nor'easter" and "slush storm," anyway? Did we need a euphemism ,for some reason? Eskimos may not have a hundred words for snow, but Yankees sure do.)

Makes no sense to me. The old words are clearer and have way more emotional impact.

OK, maybe they're just trying not to panic people, but it seems silly given you'll figure it out as soon as you open your front door. And maybe it might be a good idea to let the weather affect how you travel...

We've got the same weather up here in Canada ... Environment Canada calls it "Freezing drizzle", which is accurate enough.

I'm planning on hibernating until at least tomorrow afternoon.
I'm vaguely insomniac, too. The result so far tonight has been the cleaning of my upstairs hallway; now I'm going to see what I can get done on my office.

I guess productive insomnia is better than watching more episodes of Buffy, right?
I guess productive insomnia is better than watching more episodes of Buffy, right?

Did you really want me to answer that?

"Wintry mix" does say something meaningful to me here in Rochester. That is that the driver in front of me, through no fault of his own, may not realize that may be local patches of ice under the layer of snow. That wouldn't be the case if the weather condition were purely sleet or freezing rain, just the mess that changes with small variations in air and land temperature and altitude. All that being said, I prefer a more specific forecast when one can be given (like "snow throughout the night changing over to freezing rain by daybreak).
It bears mentioning that the LJ archive tool mentioned above appears to work only under Windows (if there's a Mac version, I can't find it). An alternate, which runs on any system that has Python installed (which includes Macs with OS X), is LJ Dump. It appears to work pretty well, although as far as I know you do have to go into Terminal to use it.
Ha! Jemmy did something amusing this weekend but he's still alive despite that.

Cat likes monkey in wintertime. Cat wishes monkey would feed cat more.
They're all like that. Mine, alas, are on less-food-than-they-think-is-bearable regimens these days (as opposed to the less-food-than-they-think-is-reasonable regimen, or the why-is-your-food-more-interesting-than-ours regimen, or [their favorite] the someone-else-is-feeding-them-and-just-filled-the-bowls-to-the-brim regimen.)
Not only sm I more popular, a Peace Conference was apparently held while we were out one day, and they now will all sleep on the same bed, one in each orner, carefully arranging themselves so they don't have to see each other.

Cats is something else.
Silly creatures.
I was going to say that it doesn't sound like "winter mix" is a euphemism so much as standard weather forecaster 'elegant variation', but from reading the comments it sounds like you guys actually expect some kind of standard terminology from your weather forecasters. I grew up while Jim Hickey ruled the airwaves of New Zealand, a guy who apparently had the mission of never describing a given weather formation the same way twice. This annoyed my mother because she'd wanted to record some weather forecasts to teach refugees, but he never used words like "rain" or "windy": it was all gigantic sweeps of the arm and "Christchurch is going to get a few trickles this morning and then over the afternoon a southerly will come stampeding around the corner." The closest to a word you'd want to bother teaching refugees was "precipitation."

"Liquid sunshine" though: that's a real euphemism.
Since it's bucketing down "wintry mix" out there (what was wrong with "sleet" and "freezing rain" and "nor'easter" and "slush storm," anyway? Did we need a euphemism ,for some reason? Eskimos may not have a hundred words for snow, but Yankees sure do.)

This is why I refer to everything that falls in winter as "precipitation." Because it could be anything out there, regardless of what the weatherperson says.
Why is it what ought to be called a Sou'wester is called a Nor'easter?

(and yes, I am catching up... and yes, you are special)

It blows to the Northeast.

Curiously, you wear a sou'wester to repel a nor'easter, if you're a Yankee...

But winds are described by virtue of whence they come, not where they go.

When I a ship is travelling to the east, it's sailing the west wind.

We're contrary?
I found out the answer to this. The storm tracks TO the Northeast, but because it's a rotating offcoast storm in the Northern hemisphere, the winds we get along the East Coast blow from the Northeast.

Basically, an arctic hurricane. Yay.
Ok, that solves some of it (but when the whole storm is overland, some of the winds have to be going the other way :).

But that aspect of it now makes sense.
They don't form over land, nor do they persist over it. They track along the coastline from North Carolina to Canada. Otherwise, they are not, by definition, nor'easters.

They are also nor'easters, I presume, because they only happen in the Northeast. Apparently Northeastern Asia gets similar storms, but mostly you need that exact combination of coastline and current and coriolis to get one.

Don't get hung up on the wind, man. The wind is the least of it.
Well, what got me talking about it was watching the weather. They were talking about, "a large nor-easter" on the weather channel. It was moving from somewhere NE of Texas, and supposed to head up, and out, through Massachussets.

On the other hand, it's not that big a deal, and the zucchini latkes are more deserving of your attention.
Yup, It's a classic nor'easter. And if you look at the satellite animation:


You'll see that the rotational center of the storm is following the coast.

Wikipedia's article is rather good: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nor%27easter

(Synchronistically, I made potato pancakes myself, today. Zucchini is one of my least favorite vegetables, I fear.)
Now I feel obbsessed. :)

The storm I recall (which was about the time fram of your post) was tracking along a ceneter from Texarkana to Boston, through Arkansas, Tennesee, W. Virginia. So, while the northern states would have NE winds, the other half would have SW, and so I was confused.
That's not a nor'easter, though. It's a blizzard. *g* They're different. We also get winter storms that come across the continent from the Great Lakes area, you see. (We get both kinds of music here: country AND western.)

(Nor'easters do not always bring snow: in fact they are notorious for hurling massive mount of half-frozen slush around. Or ice. The current one is coming in with a massive bolus of cold air, so it's snow. In fact, nor'easters can even happen in summer, but they are rare. Their distinguishing characteristic is the wind, which can reach cat3 levels. Wikipedia has a nice pic of one with a dramatic eye...)
That's not a nor'easter, though. It's a blizzard.

RIGHT! But the bloomin' Weather Channel was calling it a Nor'easter.

and now I must away to work.
...That's what you get for watching the Weather Channel. *g*

(Have fun!)