End of Days 23Jun08 | 0 responses
In the numerous conversations I had with friends last weekend, almost every one included the line “the end of days is coming” or “did someone order an apocalypse?” We were, of course, referencing the crazy weather this weekend, but we were also more generally talking about weather around the country and the world. And seriously, people, it is starting to feel rather apocalyptic out here on the third rock from the Sun.
The thunder/lightning/hailstorm we had on Friday? It was weird. Really, really weird. We don’t get thunderstorms, and it reminded me of Vermont summers; Baxt commented that it reminded her of the Midwest. This is not the sort of weather we have on the California coast. And rain in June? Highly suspicious. When I stepped outside on Friday afternoon, it filled me with excitement, but also puzzlement, because that sort of weather is very out of place here. The air smelled like ozone, and it was heavy and warm and still, and it reminded me of the time there was a tornado in Vermont, and we all ran out to see.
We also apparently had a lot of dry lightning strikes which sparked fires, lots and lots of little fires, and planes kept seeing more. Our fires didn’t make the news, because they weren’t very large, and they were primarily in wooded regions, rather than residential areas, but I definitely took note. This is a very dry summer, and those fires could have been a lot worse if people hadn’t been on top of things.
So just in Mendocino County, we had fires, strange weather, and the occasional earthquake. To be fair, occasional earthquakes aren’t that unusual, so no one really notices, and perhaps it is not fair to count them in my apocalyptic assessment of planetary health. In the Midwest, we’ve got epic flooding, which appears to be getting worse by the day, and I just read in the Times that people are thinking about abandoning entire towns rather than trying to rebuild them.
And here we are, talking about offshore oil drilling while New Orleans is still floundering in the filth we haven’t bothered to clean up. Is it just me, or is there a profound and perhaps even willful disconnect?
I know that unusual weather does happen now and then, and that it’s hard to draw any conclusions from a limited data set. The fact of the matter is that freak thunderstorms do happen, and if I had, say, two thousand years of data from this area, I might find that the statistical anomaly of Friday’s weather wasn’t all that unusual, in the grand scheme of things. And obviously flooding in the Midwest happens, because it’s happened several times in my memory, and so do earthquakes and fires and all sorts of other things. So it’s not really fair to say that there’s more peculiar weather now than there was before, because I don’t really have enough data.
But, I tell you what, it feels pretty darn apocalyptic to me. And it seems like a sign that we should perhaps be paying attention to. There’s a message in the weather, and I don’t know about you, but I am reading it loud and clear. I can’t help but wonder if this is the Earth’s form of intifada (which means “shaking off” in Arabic, as I hope we all know). It’s almost as though the Earth is twitching, like the muscles of an impatient horse, to see if it can shake some of the flies away.
Maybe the Earth is thinking it’s time for a hard reset, in electronics parlance. It has tried error messages, and those don’t seem to be working out. So watch out for the Four Horsemen, homechickens.




