Thursday, July 07, 2005

Floating Along, Dreaming of Rain

Well, my previously described inability to muster a decent blog entry continues. Not that I don't have a lot to talk about, but either a) I can't discuss the issues of interest in this particular forum, for lots of different reasons or b) I just can't muster the energy and focus to really dig in and write about things.

Maybe it's the heat and lack of rain. One thing I've noticed, since moving to Texas nearly 5 years ago, is that I have an odd psychological reaction to extended periods of dry weather. My first summer here we went for nearly 7 weeks without a drop of rainfall. I remember when a small thunderstorm finally rolled in, on a humid August afternoon, I immediately felt the uncontrollable compulsion to strip off my shirt and just go walking in the rain. I told my wife I was going for a walk, she looked at me like I was nuts. I came back about 20 minutes later, soaked to the skin and feeling an indescribable mixture of vague pleasure and highly specific relief.

June was the sixth driest June on record. We haven't had any meaningful rainfall in over a month (and the rainfall we did have, about a week ago, was really just a brief mist that evaporated moments after it touched the ground). I've noticed that if I let my mind wander when I'm laying by the pool or sitting in traffic I tend to look to the horizon, searching for clouds or signs of overcast.

If there's anything to the Jungian idea of the collective unconscious, or of genetic memory carrying experiences forward across generations, then I think it's safe to assume that my ancestors didn't spend a lot of time in deserts.


So, some general issues that are worrying me:

Money. Money money money. The latter third of this year is looking to be outlandishly expensive, for a lot of different reasons -- some moreso than others. I'm so tired of being paid damn good money but continually feeling unsuccessful because, regardless of income, I just never seem to have anything left when the bills are paid.

Absent friends. One in particular. I've lost touch with one of my best friends, and can't seem to get back in touch with him. I've e-mailed, left phone mail, etc. No response. I haven't even seen him pop up on AIM in months. I'm becoming sincerely concerned. Thom, if you're reading this, get in touch willya?

Meh. I'm boring myself, here. Maybe I should just let this creative lull pull me along for a while.

Mood: Distracted
Now Playing: The Avalanches, "Since I Left You"


Ray in New Orleans said...

Damn, Gregg, when you dream of rain, you don't fuck around.

When are you gonna dream about it raining titties?

Ray in New Orleans said...

(For those of you not local, the sheets of rain are blowing sideways here in Austin today.)

Gregg P. said...

Ah yes, my powers are formidable. Bow before me, weak humans!!!!

Mike said...

I was out on the porch with Ethan for long stretches of the storm - I'm the same way.

When I lived in the condo in Clarksville, we had a couple of deluges which brought Shoal Creek out of its banks and over Lamar - and I'd invariably trudge down there in my boots (from college) just to be a slack-jawed flood-gawker.