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Well here in the ‘wack it is snowing and -10′C and it is still snowing and still -10′C – so it snowing and it is cold – still!
Equating/transitioning/melting forms of snow to Comparative Literature: well done. An enjoyable diversion in my day.
brrrrrrrrrr
I wish I could complete two degrees in any discipline in two hours.
One of my twitter friends in Texas asked me to post some pictures of the white fluffies. I quickly obliged with a quick Skitch post. One thing I realized is that my neighbourhood is ugly – it’s new dev with lots of ugly construction. Also, it seemed lifeless because there were NO kids playing outside. I say that NO type of snow comes to life without the sound of kids playing in it.
Having said that, we’re going to pick-up our six-year old from school. Then the fun will begin!