Some things we can’t control. Geography, for example.
Mountains ranges in Europe tend to run east-west; in North America, they run north-south. A new report by the reinsurance company Munich Re cites this fact as one reason North America experiences more weather related disasters than Europe – there’s no east-west mountain range to separate cold air from warm.
(I’d never considered that. Perhaps the difference in temperatures north and south of the Pyrenees and Alps suggests the perceived differences in temperament between Northern and Southern Europeans. Just a thought. Might help with all those financial negotiations.)
Droughts and floods, hurricanes and tornadoes, thunderstorms, blizzards and wildfires – North America gets it all. The effect of this extreme weather is not only unhappiness in the suites of reinsurance companies, but real misery for millions of people around the globe. Food prices are expected to rise precipitously in the early months of 2013 as a result of last summer’s drought, which withered corn and soybean crops across so much of North America.
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Attack of the Giant Pandas
I don’t have a dog in this fight. By “this fight” I mean the World Series. My team, the Orioles, not only had its first winning season in 15 years (which is all I asked for), but also made it to the wild card round, beat the Texas Rangers in a one-game playoff and took the Yankees to seven games (two of which went into extra innings), exhausting them enough to allow the Tigers to sweep in the ALCS.
Which may not have been a good thing, since the Tigers looked as rusty last night as they did in the 2006 World Series. That year, Detroit swept the Oakland A’s in four games in the ALCS, then waited until St. Louis took a full seven games to get past the Mets. By the time the big show started, the Tigers couldn’t pitch, hit or throw like major leaguers should. The Cards won in five.
We don’t have cable (much to the teenaged girl’s chagrin) so I have to go over to the neighbor’s to watch baseball, presidential debates or anything else. (I keep waiting for the teen to call me a hypocrite, but it hasn’t happened. Maybe she’s saving it for Christmas.) Monday, I had to switch away from an exciting final NLCS game to watch an excruciating final debate. (One, it’s not my tee vee; two, I felt guilty and unpatriotic if I chose baseball over the debate and three, I followed the game on my smart phone anyhow.)
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