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shadowkatOur crazy media is acting as if we've never had a major blizzard before. So just in case you've been mislead into believing this as well:
To my knowledge, Jonas doesn't even close to what this thing did. Also, we have modern technology -- they didn't. (ie. snowplows).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Blizzard_of_1888
And oh, I also found this:
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A History of New York City Snowstorms
People are interesting. At work, they were debating on how many cases of wine to buy. Honestly, what are they planning on doing - going on a drinking spree? One guy stated that he drank a bottle a day, so the number of bottles or cases depended on how much you usually drink. I rarely drink -- and when I do, it makes me miserable. So I opted to just fill up water bottles and get Kombuchi (probiotic) and gluten-free beer. I also have regular beer, in case someone comes over. (That was actually bought by mistake and I've had it for about a month. Does beer go bad or does it get better with age?) One guy opined that he wasn't going to leave his apartment until Monday. He had it all planned out - he was going to marathon the Star Wars films in order. I told him good luck with the prequels, I saw them in the movie theater, once was enough. He said he planned on skipping over episode one. I replied that I actually enjoyed Clone Wars, it wasn't bad. He's doing it in preparation of seeing Star Wars - The Force Awakens...since you sort of have to have seen the previous films to understand that movie. Otherwise you might feel as if you walked into the middle of a movie and require an explanation from the people around you on what the heck is going on.
On FB - one gal said she had wine, popcorn and hot chocolate and was all set. Okay.
That reminds me, I should grind up more nuts for nutbutter.
I'm not too worried about losing power - I live in a 77 unit apartment building. This was a bigger problem when I was living at the top of a small brownstone.
On the way home from work, had to stop twice for groceries - twice because I forgot to pick up onions. (My plan is to make root vegetable soup tomorrow.) Scrunched myself up to fit between people, as tiny as I could get. Difficult to do with a backpack on my lap (good size with three bottles in side - bone broth and kombuchi) plus two sacks of groceries at my feet. I resisted the urge to pick up gluten-free chocolate chip cookies from Cobblestone, because I think they killed my digestive system last weekend, along with the gluten-free peanut butter brownie. (None of which were paoleo, gluten free, yes, paoleo, no.) A woman in high heeled boots almost stepped on my foot. And another woman caused a brief disruption with her two kids, a lavender scooter, and what appeared to be a lavender sled.
I exited the subway twenty minutes later and took the long walk through the tunnel to Beverly Road.
The tunnel stunk of pot. Cheap pot. Smelled like skunk. Pot has a sort of a vague smell of skunk - doesn't it? The subway tunnel between 6th avenue and 5th avenue on 42nd Street is much nicer, it's been remodeled. They have a stone mural, with quotes from literary works. And buskers play everything from the accordion (amazing the songs one can play on the accordion - one day I heard the theme song from Zeffrelli's Romeo and Juliet -- I stopped in my tracks and did a double-take. Listened for about five minutes, yep, definitely the soundtrack to Zeffrelli's Romeo and Juliet) to the trumpet. There was also a blind guy meditating. I thought about taking a photo, but it's sort of hard to do without attracting too much attention, also, I consider it annoying to stop in the middle of a subway station walkway to take photos of random people.
It's not snowing yet. The sky is sort of a dull pinkish black gray from my window panes -- lit by the city lights to be pinkish. Cold, I'm guessing, since the heat whizzed on again.
Anywho...I'm off to take a hot bath, and read more of The Pope's Daughter by Dario Fo, which is reminding a bit too much of Machiavelli's The Prince.
The Great Blizzard of 1888 or Great Blizzard of '88 (March 11 – March 14, 1888) was one of the most severe recorded blizzards in the history of the United States of America. Snowfalls of 20–60 inches (51–152 cm) fell in parts of New Jersey, New York, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut, and sustained winds of more than 45 miles per hour (72 km/h) produced snowdrifts in excess of 50 feet (15 m). Railroads were shut down and people were confined to their houses for up to a week.[1]
To my knowledge, Jonas doesn't even close to what this thing did. Also, we have modern technology -- they didn't. (ie. snowplows).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Blizzard_of_1888
And oh, I also found this:
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A History of New York City Snowstorms
Jan. 7-8, 1996 - A crippling blizzard began Sunday afternoon and continued until early afternoon the next day. It immobilized an area from West Virgina through Massachusetts and dumped 20.2" on Central Park, the third greatest snow total in NYC history (13.6" fell on Jan. 7 and 6.6" on Jan. 8, records for the dates). At one point five inches of snow fell between 5-7PM. Wind gusts of 40-50 mph whipped the snow into three and four-foot drifts on many side streets.
Areas west of NYC reported considerably more snow than Central Park: 32" in Staten Island; 28" in Newark; 26" in Allentown, PA; and 31" in Philadelphia. Temperatures were also very cold with a high/low of just 22/12 on the 7th and 23/16 on the 8th.
People are interesting. At work, they were debating on how many cases of wine to buy. Honestly, what are they planning on doing - going on a drinking spree? One guy stated that he drank a bottle a day, so the number of bottles or cases depended on how much you usually drink. I rarely drink -- and when I do, it makes me miserable. So I opted to just fill up water bottles and get Kombuchi (probiotic) and gluten-free beer. I also have regular beer, in case someone comes over. (That was actually bought by mistake and I've had it for about a month. Does beer go bad or does it get better with age?) One guy opined that he wasn't going to leave his apartment until Monday. He had it all planned out - he was going to marathon the Star Wars films in order. I told him good luck with the prequels, I saw them in the movie theater, once was enough. He said he planned on skipping over episode one. I replied that I actually enjoyed Clone Wars, it wasn't bad. He's doing it in preparation of seeing Star Wars - The Force Awakens...since you sort of have to have seen the previous films to understand that movie. Otherwise you might feel as if you walked into the middle of a movie and require an explanation from the people around you on what the heck is going on.
On FB - one gal said she had wine, popcorn and hot chocolate and was all set. Okay.
That reminds me, I should grind up more nuts for nutbutter.
I'm not too worried about losing power - I live in a 77 unit apartment building. This was a bigger problem when I was living at the top of a small brownstone.
On the way home from work, had to stop twice for groceries - twice because I forgot to pick up onions. (My plan is to make root vegetable soup tomorrow.) Scrunched myself up to fit between people, as tiny as I could get. Difficult to do with a backpack on my lap (good size with three bottles in side - bone broth and kombuchi) plus two sacks of groceries at my feet. I resisted the urge to pick up gluten-free chocolate chip cookies from Cobblestone, because I think they killed my digestive system last weekend, along with the gluten-free peanut butter brownie. (None of which were paoleo, gluten free, yes, paoleo, no.) A woman in high heeled boots almost stepped on my foot. And another woman caused a brief disruption with her two kids, a lavender scooter, and what appeared to be a lavender sled.
I exited the subway twenty minutes later and took the long walk through the tunnel to Beverly Road.
The tunnel stunk of pot. Cheap pot. Smelled like skunk. Pot has a sort of a vague smell of skunk - doesn't it? The subway tunnel between 6th avenue and 5th avenue on 42nd Street is much nicer, it's been remodeled. They have a stone mural, with quotes from literary works. And buskers play everything from the accordion (amazing the songs one can play on the accordion - one day I heard the theme song from Zeffrelli's Romeo and Juliet -- I stopped in my tracks and did a double-take. Listened for about five minutes, yep, definitely the soundtrack to Zeffrelli's Romeo and Juliet) to the trumpet. There was also a blind guy meditating. I thought about taking a photo, but it's sort of hard to do without attracting too much attention, also, I consider it annoying to stop in the middle of a subway station walkway to take photos of random people.
It's not snowing yet. The sky is sort of a dull pinkish black gray from my window panes -- lit by the city lights to be pinkish. Cold, I'm guessing, since the heat whizzed on again.
Anywho...I'm off to take a hot bath, and read more of The Pope's Daughter by Dario Fo, which is reminding a bit too much of Machiavelli's The Prince.
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Date: 2016-01-24 02:54 am (UTC)Walked across the street to a friend's house for lunch and watched the movie the Revenant. She also loaned me DVDs of other 2015 films. So, I'm trapped all weekend with tv shows, movies, books, and food.
Plus snow pretty. Normally, I'd be wandering about the city running errands.