Saturday, May 14, 2011

On the Cartography of Impending Weather (or not)

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Sisyphus is calling.

He must leave seven or eight messages a day. I know it's him without even checking the caller-ID. When one of my kids starts to answer his ringing -- "Stop ... " I bark, overly frantic and so quick it must inspire them to be suspicious, of something.

But shit, what have I got to apologize for? I ain't the one pushing a boulder.

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