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Friday, November 5, 2010
Winter comes but once a year. This is good, because it's cold. It's also white, especially right after it snows. After that, it's usually black. Except for the trees, which are brown. So that's winter in Michigan: black and brown. Except for the shy, which is gray. So: black, brown and gray. And cold. Really cold.
Posted by Andrés at 9:57 AM
I imagine every season as its most ideal--the beginning month or so when the weather is novel and intense and exciting. This ideal manifests itself somewhat realistically until the season is left out on the counter, becoming stale, lukewarm, slushy, mealy. The first innocent warmth of spring becomes wet and damp; the loose, carefree days of summer become sweaty and tiring; the brisk, colorful days of September and October decay into barren shards of nature.
During December, during that first seemingly manufactured sparkling-mall-snow, even pieces of dog shit, frozen and glittering, seem magical. Rosy cheeks peek out of knitted wares. People give. People are refreshed. Large sheets of cheap plastic instantly become the best possible mode of transportation when traversing a hill.
And then February. My feet start feeling wet, cold, and itchy simply thinking about it.
Spring is my favorite season, and winter is the reason. If the frost and freeze weren't as oppressive as they are, the onset of spring--which, in these northern lands, induces nothing short of a public euphoria--would entirely lack its impact, would cease to spread its exuberant energy throughout the still-thawing communities in such dire need of Vitamin D. Though I shouldn't sell Father Winter short: the deep freeze is accompanied by a uniquely peaceful quiet, as though the chill has muffled the commotion which would in any agreeable temperature be unavoidable. Winter is ideal for those prone to stoic contemplation. Also, winter has the best Olympics.
The relationship between winter and me is very cold. We usually don't talk much. It probably started in my childhood, when my mother wouldn't let me see winter without a guardian. She therefore always made sure that jacket was with me. Having a third wheel around always makes things awkward.
I hide in my house from winter most of the time, but sometimes we inevitably see one another. Thankfully, jacket is always nearby. Occasionally, I stupidly face winter without jacket. That's when I suffer the most.
Moral of the story: say "no" to bad puns. Also, eat breakfast.
Posted by Smigglezz Goop at 9:38 AM
BLOGGING WINTERContribute 2 blog posts from the following suggestions.
When you are finished, comment on two classmate's posts.
BLOGGING WINTER: WEB RESOURCES
Find 3 websites with content about winter in Germany and post them to the blog. Include the following information for each website in your post:
- Author OR Sponsoring organization
- URL (create a hot link here using the chain link button)
- Descriptive information about the website:
BLOGGING WINTER: WRITE ABOUT WINTER
Write a short paragraph about you and your relationship with winter.
BLOGGING WINTER: TALKING WINTER
Find a passage, poem, song about winter and recite. OR
Tell us what you love about winter or hate about WINTER.
MOBILE POST via Hipcast: dial 512-827-0431 see strip for password and blog number
BLOGGING WINTER: VIDEO WINTER
Find a video about winter on YouTube (winter in Germany if possible)
Write a brief description of why you chose this video and
copy the embed code from the YouTube website
paste it into the HTML mode of the blog post
BLOGGING WINTER: IMAGE-INE WINTER
Go to Flickr website http://www.flickr.com
Find 3 photos of winter in Germany.
Insert/link the three photos into your post and write something to accompany the images.
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COMMENT ON a classmate’s post