I really have to be fair. I mean, before I put my students on display, I really ought to show you where I teach so you can see for yourself one of the many reasons I continue to bear the burden of Sisyphus. Weird, lately I have been referring to icons of Greek mythology. Actually fair has very little to do with it. I just spent the morning walking around campus with my camera and wanted to share it with you. Tradition and Modern architecture coexist in a verdant campus that contains gardens, fountains, pools, fields of livestock and farmland.
School of broadcasting
Of course there are more and I will be posting them on Tobacco Road as soon as I get the chance.
I am often in awe of how thoroughly seasons and the weather change the appearance of my town. It was only a few short months ago that we were buried in snow and very soon the rainy season will be upon us. Summer will follow and I will do my best to maintain an amiable facade until the autumn chill turns the city and the surrounding mountains into a panoply of exploding trees.
Right now it's the upcoming rain that I worry about. Some of you live in places where constant rainfall occurs and you have learned to live with it, but for me, every year the rains, called Tsuyu 梅雨, drive me batty. I know they are important but the continuous downpour and incessant sound of raindrops hitting pavement, rooftops and umbrellas makes me irritable.
Not to mention that almost every umbrella in this country is held at the perfect leve to gouge out my eyes.
If we are lucky, we will have a week of deluge and then clear skies and a warm summer. If lady luck is hangin out in some other part of the world we could have eight weeks of overcast skies, torpid atmosphere and the kind of humidity that causes even the most mild mannered folk to fly off the handle.
I'm praying for heavy showers and great big splashable puddles.