Guilty Pleasures

Day 5: Friday

Good morning Zak,

So it seems like we are starting to find our stride.  This blog is mainly a place for stimulating conversation about the weather.  Zak, just like every great enterprise, this project of ours needs a strong sense purpose.  I think the promotion of fair and balanced meteorological discourse is a great purpose. You can learn a lot about a person from asking their take on the weather.  It’s one of the deeper conversations that people can have.  The only thing to look out for is bias.  One-sidedness is a major problem with many forecasting sources.

I’m not sure if you’ve ever noticed, Zak, but sometimes when I’m sick I do this thing where I, um, don’t admit to being sick.  I don’t really know why I do it.  Some people enjoy not being upfront just for the heck of it.  I don’t think I’m one of those people.  I do this sometimes even when I’m clearly not fooling anyone.  My eyes will be all glossy, and my voice will sound like a frog who spends most of his income of Camels.  But ask me and I still won’t say I’m sick.  Plenty of people I respect are occasionally sick. I don’t know why I’m so afraid of confessing to it, but I’ll be quicker to discuss just about anything else.

Swordfish fighting is totally a thing, but it’s not half of what you think it is…

There’s a new president-elect in America, and everyone I meet in Italy keeps asking me about him.  I usually change the topic to the weather.  Zak, I wonder how closely you followed Italy’s election of Prime Minister Matteo Renzi.  Remember the one where he did that thing?  If you missed it, I’m sure there are reruns on TBS.

“Please don’t talk to me about the weather, Mr Worthing. Whenever people talk about the weather, I am sure they mean something else.” -Gwendolen, The Importance of Being Ernest

Maybe if Americans spent more time talking about the weather we would agree with each other more often.  I mean you can say it’s cloudy when the sun is shining, but you clearly aren’t fooling anyone.  People have all kinds of guilty pleasures, though.  For some people it’s chocolate, for others it’s calendar pages, and I totally realize that someone somewhere is bound to take sick satisfaction in lying about the weather.  As you know Zak, this is an inclusive blog, and I certainly don’t mean to judge that one person.  I’m just pointing out that weather is something even very tendentious people can struggle to argue about.

As far as entertainment value goes, these days non-fiction political discourse might even be able to compete with fictional weather forecasting.

It’s kind of raining today in Milan, and I don’t have an umbrella.  It’s cold out.  I’m staying inside because of how well I feel.

Until Monday,

Tim

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