thank you dad - i love my flashlight.



so this is the aftermath of a thursday night which we all thought would turn out much like every other buffalo snow storm.
giant snow flakes the size of biscuits mixed with thunder and lightening didn't seem to phase me until i awoke to two feet of it and no electricity.
i sat up in my bed, looking out the window at what seemed like ripped up pieces of toilet paper floating farther and farther down, away from me.
when it stopped snowing, the sun came out like nothing had happened. it shone down on us as if smiling - the sky was perfect.
downed trees hung their heads draping the snowy ground and puddles formed with each inch melting.
it was an interesting two days.
i stayed on south campus while others opted to go to north campus, where a generator kept the rest of the student body in humble means. i could pose a giant analogy that would help to explain why many people stayed because they wanted to and not because they had to, but it would only be lost in translation.
as of now, much of buffalo is still in the dark, in hopes of purchasing generators and going on, living the lives that we've accomodated to so well, with hot running water and light available to us at all times of the day.
i assure you, fasting on tostitos and taking cold showers was no treat. i woke up with icicle toes, begging to be warmed by someone else's.
living life without electricity reminded me of cavemen. how they slept when the sun went down and rose when the sun came up. how perhaps that was the way nature intended man should be.
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i wonder if cavemen and eskimos loved each other a lot._____________________________________________________________
how else would they keep warm?
what do you do when its cold and there is no electricity?
you sit in darkness, wondering when sleep will overcome you because there isnt another body lying next to you hoping to be in you.______________________________________________________________
i hear the pregnancy rate goes up when there are blackouts.
or...
you can go to canada - where there is power.


i suppose the most frustrating thing was not being able to do my work. it made me very neurotic. but i have leftover canadian money to show for it.

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