True Urban Legends

as i sit here in vancouver in spring(?) looking out the window at the snow(!) covered roofs across the street, calling my dearest to confirm that i wasn’t crazy and witnessing lightning and thunder together, i ponder about the “injustice” of this weather. in fact, i came across the country to escape this in montreal. but should we really be so surprised? we did this to ourselves. to paraphrase a great woman in my life, “(wo)man has been pissing on the world for centuries and is now complaining that it stinks”. werd. have you noticed that fruit these days, while it is available at all seasons of the year, tastes like nothing? what’s wrong with waiting it out, accepting that we can only having strawberries in the summer, and savoring those strawberries then? no, we have to have strawberries at the snap of a finger, and now they all taste like cardboard. so if we make fruit all season, shouldn’t we be ready and willing to accept the reality that the side-effect is that there are no seasons? frick.