Life’s Paradox

It’s Friday, and by this upcoming Tuesday, I have 34 pages to turn in (around 10,000 words) in the form of two essays. I have 16 of those pages written thus far. The end of the semester is here, and things have shifted into high gear. There are probably some other clichés that are occurring right now as well.

I really have been liking the weather in San Diego, lately.  It’s been a mixture of clear and gray with breezes and light rains here and there.  In fact, some times it’s been so gray that people have reminded me that this fact is due to “May Gray.”   Next month, these atmospheric patterns will be explained by “June Gloom.”  I always thought this was a bizarre phenomenon.  And then it hit me that it is because these phrases possess an internal rhyming scheme that makes them not only so magical but as local San Diego clichés it is also what makes them so true.

However, if July hits and the gray persists here and there,  what then?  Will the magic be gone?  Will people be confused?  Will people start asking too many questions?  For instance, will they be shocked to know that ‘June’ doesn’t actually rhyme with ‘Gloom’?  Will such an oblique rhyme be accepted?

My guess is that people just get less smug during the other ten months of the year.  No May Gray magic to be found in October.  People realize they aren’t meteorologists in October, or if their lucky, July.  …you’re-gonna-fry-in-July… darn.

Jerks.

The unintended trajectory of this post reminds me of this bit from Mitch:

“I wrote a letter to my dad– I wrote, ‘I really enjoy being here.’ But I accidentally wrote ‘rarely,’ instead of ‘really’. But I still wanted to use it, so I crossed it out and wrote ‘I rarely drive steamboats, Dad. There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Quit trying to act like I’m a steamboat operator.’ This letter took a harsh turn right away.”

~ by Eric Lee on May 4, 2007.