Named storms

I am finding it a little hard to get behind the decision to start naming storms.

I remember on Prairie Home one time when Garrison Keilor made the statement, "Well....perhaps....if we started...naming our blizzarrrrdsss, then we too.....could get some sympathy."

I guess there's a point in there...but I think with hurricanes/typhoons, they are such an individual unit....centered around a small eye....moving closer and close...that they lend themselves more to anthropomorphisation.

I don't want to minimise Imogen at all....if a tree falls on you, or your roof comes off, it is terrible no matter whether the wind is named or not.

I don't know yet.

I find it a bit bemusing, particularly coming from a hurricane prone place in the US. Though being out in Impgen was not an easy task. I spent my walk to and from work being blown down the street. Wales/the UK generally is just not prepared for weather extremes of any kind, even if they aren't actually that extreme. The U.K. Is a place of weather mediocrity for the most part so it kind of makes sense that they'd treat what us folks from hot and humid places deem a regular afternoon thunderstorm as though it's a full blown hurricane. The infrastructure is just not in place for this kind of thing.


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Though being out in Impgen was not an easy task.

Now the seas....

I remember reading a columnist who was saying that Prince William was "having a jolly" when he was flying helicopters with RAF Sea Rescue. I can't imagine being in a helicopter in the middle of one of these storms plucking people off a pitching boat in the North Atlantic. Say what you will about the Royal Family....

 

I remember on Prairie Home one time when Garrison Keilor made the statement, "Well....perhaps....if we started...naming our blizzarrrrdsss, then we too.....could get some sympathy."

Love the Garrison Keilor quote!! 

Love the Garrison Keilor quote!! 

Well there are these people....like Keilor....David Suchet as Poirot....Carol Burnett....they can't be replicated.

This one time on Prairie Home....he went on this long description of a Minnesotian farmer's wife making spaghetti sauce...

Myrna could see Ed down by the cow pond.....see him moving around amongst the cattle....old Brown Spots.....Essie......all of them bunched up to drink the cooling waters.....it was a hot day in Presbyterian County. It was so hot they were worrying about the corn now.....the dust from the fields banking up on the porch like waves from a far off storm on Blanton Beach down by the lake. Blanton Beach....where she and Ed had met....so many yearrrrrrsss ago at the church social box lunch potato boil. Spicy potatoes.....salty like the pillars Lot's wife turned into when she paused to look back at Sodom and Gomorrah. Sinfull places....like the big city she had visited that summer before the War....with her flowered dress and her home-made shoes and the little wicker hat with the gingham bow...my what noises there were there in the city.....buses....taxis....the kids in the street playing stickball by Old Mr. Katz Deli.....shelves packed with pastrami and bagels and dungerees...denim dungerees as blue as a robin's egg....

I may have a listen tonight.

I was kind of wondering what would happen when the storms got to M. Would they dare to call it Mariah? Still one of my favourite movies.....

I was kind of wondering what would happen when the storms got to M. Would they dare to call it Mariah? Still one of my favourite movies.....

There's a coach coming in....

Lee Marvin had a way of taking a glug from a pint liquor bottle...my favourite on-screen drunkard.