Champion of the Semicolon

Eugene is giving Anchorage a serious run for the money in the "Most Ecclectic Weather" category. While old Anchor Townn has the extremes, sometimes varying up to 60 degrees in temperature on a single day (in the subzero region during winter, when people stop counting degrees and start counting frostbite wounds--think 4 or 5 years ago, guys), Eugene can't be beat for minimum elapsed time between weather shifts. Yesterday, it was so icy that some lily-livered Southerners could barely walk down the street without landing on the old ass-bones (this is not a jab at Meg, but the guy that was walking in front of me to Mackenzie -- he was all over the place, ground inclusive). Today, however, the sun is shining, it's a balmy 50 degrees out, and I ditched my coat after parting ways with Meg and my German class.

I'm off to shoot up a fallen tree (HUGE!) on the north side of the dance/PE building. Gerlinger hall. Great name. Trees like that just don't grow in Alaska. They're NEVER that big. And to see one felled by the ice is very sobering.

It also explains why trees like that just don't grow in Alaska.