Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Dear Diary...

I was going to pop up some popcorn when I got home...

Best-laid plans  Dept

Didn’t even make it home yet, and it’s all over but the whining.

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Thursday, 14 January 2010

Dear Diary...

Paging Al... oh, never mind!

How cold was it?  It was SO cold...  Dept
National Weather Service:
The first twelve days of 2010 in Indianapolis rank as the 14th coldest start to January on record in terms of daily average temperature.  The coldest temperature seen during the 12 day period was 1 degree on January 3.  The warmest temperature recorded during the period was 31 degrees on January 12.  The last time the first 12 days of January averaged colder was in 1999. The last time we had at least 12 consecutive days below 32 degrees was in 2007.

In terms of high temperature only, the first 12 days of January rank as the 9th coldest start of the month...
Indianapolis temperatures, December 31-January 13
The temperature surged above 32 degrees in Indianapolis on January 13 for the first time since December 31, as most of central Indiana rose into the middle and upper 30s.  This marks the end to the longest streak of continuous subfreezing temperatures in almost three years.  That streak lasted 15 consecutive days, from January 28-February 11, 2007.  The longest streak of consecutive subfreezing temperatures in Indianapolis began on December 29, 1976 and continued until February 2, 1977, a total of 36 days.
The NWS story includes a nice satellite photo of snow-covered Indiana taken yesterday.

Elsewhere:

Earlier:  C-c-c-cold!

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Tuesday, 05 January 2010

Dear Diary...

C-c-c-cold!


National Weather Service:

The average temperatures for the first three days of 2010 are among the coldest of record for Indianapolis. The last time the New Year began on a colder note was in 1940 or 70 years ago...

Indianapolis, Indiana
Lowest Average Temperatures
for January 1 - January 3
(records begin in 1871)
“Coldness”
Rank
Average Temperature
Degrees F
Year(s)
1 (tie) 1°1928, 1887
3 (tie)8.7°
1879, 1877
58.8°1940
611.2°1920
711.7°2010
812.2°1974
913.7°1968
1013.8°1979
1114.0°1918
1214.5°2008
1314.7°
1969
14 (tie)15.2°2001, 1977
1615.3°1958
1715.5°1901
18 (tie)15.7°1919, 1885
2016.0°
1945

The latest forecast indicates that the first 10 days of the New Year will continue to remain near the top ten coldest starts to a new year. The average temperature for the first ten days of January is expected to be around 14 degrees. The last time the first ten days of a new year were colder was in 1999, and the last time Indianapolis experienced a cold spell of this duration or colder was in February 2007. The record cold for a ten day period is 0.5 degrees which occurred from December 15-24, 1989.

Indianapolis, Indiana
Predicted Lowest Average Temperatures
for January 1 - January 10
(records begin in 1871)
“Coldness”
Rank
Average Temperature
Degrees F
Year(s)
1 (tie) 8.2°1970, 1887
38.3°
1879
49.0°1884
59.4°1912
610.6°1979
712.3°1999
812.5°1968
913.2°1942
1013.4°1875
-13.5°
projected
2010
1114.1°1988
1214.2°1940
1315.1°
1969
1415.3°1977
1515.6°1893
16 (tie)15.9°1981, 1877
1817.9°1974
1918.8°1996
2018.9°
1920

Gotta order some more oil!

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Thursday, 31 December 2009

Dear Diary...

Happy 2010



...from Old Grouch.

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Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Dear Diary...

There I was, stuck in the 60s with (or without) you


What with loose connections (not to mention all of last week’s breast- (and.brow-) beating[1]), come Sunday afternoon shortly after 3pm I showed up at the Infamous Brewpub to discover... well, nobody; excepting me, a few traditional Ripple types, and the Pub staff.  “Well, OK,” said I, “no bloggy conversation today, but [checking list] hmmm... there’s a stout which needs sampling.”  Which produced a decision to adjourn to the taproom (with its leaded-glass windows looking into the brewery) for a late lunch/early dinner.

The other customers were couples obviously uninterested in conversation with strangers, and, as the staff hadn’t yet turned on the football,[2] I found my moments sampling the stout[3] and waiting for the soup[4] accompanied by staring into space and half-listening to the Pub’s background music (played loud enough to listen to, but not so loud that it’s impossible to ignore).

Well:  “I know that.  I know that one, too.  That’s...  Which you segue into...Hey!”

Late 60s Top-40 radio.

Now a part of my radio experience includes almost-daily shifts at a top-40 operation from early 1967 to late 1969.  So it’s with a certain amount of confidence that I place the Pub’s playlist at 1969 (including some recent goldies).  The scary thing is that every track I heard for the hour or so I was there were ones that I’d spun on 45s, back when:  Happy Together.  Pleasant Valley Sunday.  California Dreamin’.  (Except for American Woman, they used the album version for that one.)  One after another, including some I hadn’t heard (or thought of) since the 70s.  But all recognizable, despite the Pub’s (or, more likely, their music service’s) strange audio processing (Did you know Creeque Alley is really a capella?  Sure sounded like it!)

After a while, it turned into a bit of a game.

If someone wanted to create an “Auld Hippie” channel, they could do a lot worse than start with the Pub’s playlist:  Add a touch of the psychedelic stuff, say Incense and Peppermints, a track or two by Donovan (Wear Your Love Like Heaven?); some post-White Album Beatles, the Fifth Dimension’s Age of Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In (but not Up, Up, and Away).  Oh, and Light My Fire.[4]

I wonder about what it’s like for the Pub employees.  When I was their age, it would have been like working in a place that played Glenn Miller records all the time.

For me, well, it left me feeling 40 years younger.  And I’m seriously considering going back to see if I can con some sucker body into a “name that tune” contest.


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[1]  ...of which I may have some thoughts anon (Executive Summary: New players, not a new argument), but that’s for later.  [ALSO: The links are sort of indirect; I’m sure that if you want to rehash the whole shoutin’ match you can figure out how.  And let it be said- just so nobody misunderstands anything- the association of any particular word with any particular link in the above is, if not “purely coincidental,” done with no intent to indulge in any “hidden” commentary.  (I’m not smart enough for that!)  Sheeesh!]

[2]  NFL, not Association, unfortunately.

[3]  Susie’s Sweet (sweeter and chocolatier than Taddy, and worth a second round)

[4]  Cream of Mushroom it was, also very good!

[5]  No, the original, not the Feliciano cover version. Getouddahere!

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Tuesday, 08 September 2009

Dear Diary...

Labor Day weekend’s Interesting Fact

Pig-out (minus the pig) Dept

Did you know that it’s possible for three people to consume 2½ pounds of fresh shrimp in just over 24 hours?

(If the customary 4th person had been in attendance, it could easily have been 3½ pounds...)

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Tuesday, 04 August 2009

Dear Diary...

Yes, I do believe we *did* get a bit of rain...


...this morning!

(Flood geeks can waste a bunch of time playing with the hydrology stuff that lives here.)

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Monday, 06 July 2009

Dear Diary...

We had ignition...












Sunday evening
10:09 p.m.



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Sunday, 05 July 2009

Dear Diary...

Wet squib


A day of steady rain with lowering clouds as darkness approached meant no (professional) fireworks for us last night.  After waiting half-an-hour beyond the scheduled 9:47 start time, the sponsors announced[1] they would hang it up and try again tonight.  (And no wonder: It’s hard to see fireworks shot off the top of a 36-story building when the ceiling is 500 ft!)

While dropping my date off, noted (with approval) that the neighborhood amateurs were doing their best to make up for the “silence of the pros.”


LATER:  Figures:  It’s all Tam’s fault.

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[1]  (Snark, Snark, the Lark!  Dept:) who at least had somebody live on duty to make the announcement...

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Saturday, 27 June 2009

Dear Diary...

“Cultural Awareness (popular)” score = -5


Was left searching for the point of this post, until I Googled the circumstances of David Carradine’s demise.  (Not something I’d missed at the time, just trivia I’d discarded as unimportant.)

(And which doesn’t make Tam’s comment any less telling.)

Geeze.  Guess I should retire to a mountaintop somewhere, where the only communication is via smoke signals or hand-carried parchment scrolls.

Elsewhere:

Dustbury:   Quote of the week (of course CGH got it right away!)

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