March 19, 2004
crummy snow time
| ROB walks the street without hat or gloves, POINTING DOWN toward the mushy sidewalk. | ||
There it is. The look of everyday snow. Not the romance of a fresh snowfall. Crummy, sickly March snow. Melting to reveal last autumn's dogpoop and Mountain DewTM bottles. It's where we are culturally in month 03 of '04. Something new is coming; the old stuff is leaking away; nothing is clear yet. |
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| He motions for YOU to walk carefully where alternating melts and thaws have created a SHEET OF SIDEWALK ICE. | ||
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Growing conservatism, yet a banner year for gay marriages. Which trend will blossom in the Spring? Those things we will remember as being totally typical of the '00s . . . . . . the things that will become cliches in future movies about this period . . . . . . are all around us in the dirty snow. . . but which are they? |