Virtual Flaneurism

From Spencer:

This image is a mystery to me. My concept of 15°C is anywhere between 30 °F and the self-clean button on my oven.

Check out this article about the surprising survival of Japan's wind farms post-tsunami, making the kaput nuclear reactors that are hate-vomiting out radiation look positively archaic in design. An excerpt:

"Even the country's totally bad ass Kamisu offshore wind farm, with its giant 2 MW turbines with blades big as the wings on a jumbo jet, and only 186 miles from the epicenter of the largest quake ever recorded in Japan, survived without a hiccup thanks to its "battle proof design." As a result, the nation's electric companies have asked all of its wind farms to increase power production to maximum, in order to make up for the shortfalls brought about by the failure of certain other aging, non-resilient 20th-century technologies."

I really want to know what "battle proof design" means. I'm imagining some sort of wind-powered Koopa Fortress, and I very much so want that to be accurate.

Slow loris with an umbrella makes your argument invalid.

This could easily be typical weather over-reaction, but I can't help but share. Also, THUNDERSNOW:

The Snowpocalypse Tsunami? Blizzard Could Send 18-Foot Waves Into Downtown Chicago Tonight

The crushing clipper is expected to sweep through the Chicago area beginning 3 p.m. Tuesday and will linger until Wednesday afternoon. It's been called a blizzard of “epic” proportions, a “potentially life-threatening” system featuring thundersnow, multiple feet of accumulation, and gale-force winds. And now, tack on the potential for waves cresting over the shores of Lake Michigan, threatening homes and roads.

Below is a song I've loved for some time, and a song whose aura simply embodies autumn for me. I find as the temperature lowers and the weather turns truly cold, I become overly introspective (S.A.D., anyone?) and my immediate music taste becomes exponentially more folk.

Anyway, last week was a lot of Ray LaMontagne, Bright Eyes, Bob Dylan, Kings of Leon, Josh Ritter, State Radio. Argue the "folk-ness" of these artists at your leisure, but out of earshot, por favor.

I could happily watch this a thousand times.