It's raining.
Sometimes it rains a little bit sideways, and drops get on my cigarettes during smoke breaks.
I will keep you updated on this perilous situation.
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What a lovely wedding weekend. Andy has photographs. They are beautiful. You should gaze upon them.
The 12 hours on the interstate, with Morris behind the wheel to Virgina and back, provided me with a welcome opportunity to pore over Christopher Ricks' close-reading study of Bob Dylan's lyrics, "Dylan's Visions of Sin." Fantastic work. Elevates rock criticism to heights I hadn't imagined. His analysis of "Blind Willie McTell," as a song of gratitude that is neither hopeless or hopeful, but merely allows for hope, was so engaging that I have now listened to the song some 45 times in the last two days. More on Ricks late this week...
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Frances didn't have much impact on my family beyond dumping buckets of rain on Lake Wales for nearly two days. My dad has noted that the storm managed to find all four Meshes: first my sister in Sarasota, then my parents, and now a few days of rain on my roof.
Posted by mesh at September 7, 2004 06:27 PM | TrackBackHi mesh.
Love,
Andrew Tacoma McNeely
Four Meshes and Five Lamars. I spent the two-odd days of rainyness with my family because my school kicked everyone off campus. Seems they don't like us around when there's not enough power to run the fire alarms. They were vindicated in their fears, and so I've got a week and a half off after scarcely a week of classes.
I'd be more grateful for the rest if I was not painfully aware of how all this is going to cut into my Christmas break.
Posted by: Robert at September 9, 2004 03:04 PM