Thinking About Information
Relax, I'm a professional information scientist. Tell me about your America.
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when the storms sweep down the remote valley and the lightning flashes behind the hills beyond and the rain beats upon the roof over my head—imagine the luxury of it.
One of the things I miss most about living in New York City instead of in the middle of the country is the lack of weather. Real, proper, weather.
People give me a look when I say that.
“What do you mean? It rained today!”
or
“It’s so hot!”
or
“Did you get caught in the storm last night?”
And by storm they mean a breeze and a flash of lightning over New Jersey.
We more or less don’t get spring and summer weather here with consequences. The kind of weather that gets you real excited just before it gets you real scared, where the temperature drops 20 degrees in 10 minutes and the pressure falls through the floor. The kind of weather that makes you see for just a second or two that you are not in charge of the universe. New York City could use a touch of that sometimes, and Mark Twain, a man from the middle of the country, reminded me of that.
