The weather around these parts has been hideous lately. It’s all rain and all gloom, all the time. We’ve all begun to wear the mood like heavy psychic curtains.
It seems that every year we get a stretch like this, and makes me feel as though I were living in Ray Bradbury’s short story, “All Summer in a Day.” It’s about a young girl from Earth who goes to live on Venus, where it rains all the time except for one day a year, when it’s sunny for the span of just a few hours. Hilarity does not ensue.
If you have never read the story, check it out. It’s short. And there’s a movie version (part 1, part 2, and part 3) which, although an imperfect adaptation, is a sort of haunting visualization.
A conversation the other day led me to investigate the origin of the word blurb. Stan Carey of Sentence First was kind of enough to direct me to his own post on the subject, which includes some fun illustrations. Check it out for a picture of the original Belinda Blurb.