While standing in line at Four-bucks for my latte, I noticed the headline of this morning's Los Angeles Times:
Storm Has Its Eye on California
What has happened to journalistic basics of reporting facts? The headline amused me because my first thought was, no, the storm is pretty much indifferent to California because, well, it's just a weather pattern.
But then I had some fun thinking about how we have the tendency to anthromorphize Nature, much like ancient man created gods with the same petty emotions as mortals to explain things like thunder and lightening:
Ancient Greek Shepherd: Hmmm, sounds like Hera gave naught of sex to Zeus - hear how he thunders in rage and frustration! Better get the goats in.
So, to dig deeper into the news story from the Los Angeles Times, I have to wonder - this winter storm, after ending its relationship with Alaska where it originated (was it over finances or was Alaska just not meeting its needs?), now seemingly hovers off the coast of the Western United States, wondering where it should take a risk with its feelings. Well, I've got my eye on California, but I don't know - I hear the people there have a problem with depth in their relationships, but Oregonians lack that intimacy I want . . . maybe I could have something brief but temporary with the Sierras and then settle in with Colorado for something with meaning and that is mutually fulfilling . . .
After all, we do have a strange tendency to name really big storms. Katrina wrecked New Orleans (the slut) and Andrew did a number on Florida (everyone knew he was a "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" kind of guy). Blizzards lose out, though - they just get named after the year in which they occur.
Guy 1: Do you remember the Blizzard of '98?
Guy 2: You mean Frank?
Guy 1: No, Frank was that tropical depression that blew in last Saturday.
Guy 2: Oh, him - bastard said he'd call me and never did . . .
I would like to think cavemen called storms something like "Oooga mook", which roughly translates as "I'm gonna get wet as hell and the river is gonna flood, so I better get the kids into the cave." That seems more to the point. I guess it wasn't until we achieved "civilization" that we decided to hide our ignorance of How Things Worked and recreated the natural world in our image.
Don't even get me started on men and the nicknames they give their - *ahem* - appendages . . .