the Weather Underground, as in Bill Ayers, Mark Rudd, and Bernardine Dohrn.
I mean the Weather Underground you do need to know which way the wind blows.
On the morning of 21 December 2012, yesterday -- the day some said the world would end because they had some whack take on an allegedly-implicit prophecy in a Mayan calender -- Weather Underground (as in meteorology) had something to say about San Francisco.
I had an errand in San Francisco yesterday morning. I wondered if it would be raining as I walked from BART to California Street.
Here's a screenshot of yesterday's actual weather report (no, not Weather Report as in I Sing the Body Electric ... this could recurse forever but maybe I should stop).
The screenshot is of the actual weather report for San Francisco. Actual, I mean, as opposed to the gone-viral spoof depicted above.
'What to cue up on the soundtrack?' I asked myself as I decided whether to bring an umbrella along to the city (answer to the umbrella question: yes).
Candidates for the soundtrack: REM, Simon and Garfunkle
If this blog post goes live as planned, on the morning of 22 December 2012, either I can gather all the news I need on the weather report or Google's servers are very well-protected.
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