{"id":6940,"date":"2012-12-02T07:58:54","date_gmt":"2012-12-02T12:58:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/?p=6940"},"modified":"2012-12-03T09:22:11","modified_gmt":"2012-12-03T14:22:11","slug":"fugue-season","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/2012\/12\/02\/fugue-season\/","title":{"rendered":"Fugue Season"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_6941\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/2012\/12\/01\/fugue-season\/hoth-screen-shot\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-6941\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6941\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-6941 \" title=\"hoth screen shot\" src=\"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/files\/2012\/12\/hoth-screen-shot-300x168.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"168\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/files\/2012\/12\/hoth-screen-shot-300x168.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/files\/2012\/12\/hoth-screen-shot-150x84.jpg 150w, https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/files\/2012\/12\/hoth-screen-shot-450x253.jpg 450w, https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/files\/2012\/12\/hoth-screen-shot.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-6941\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Welcome to Hoth! Time to get the snowblower out! (Source: Star Wars: The Old Republic videogame)<\/p><\/div>\n<p>In recent decades, Americans have become a summery people, migrating in historic numbers away from cold, snowy, grey-skied places to more &#8220;temperate&#8221; climes.<\/p>\n<p>Set aside for a moment the fact that &#8220;temperate&#8221; usually means beastly, feverishly, shirt-clingingly hot much of the year.\u00a0 (I admit it: really hot weather makes me cranky.)<\/p>\n<p>And places that are truly &#8220;perfect&#8221; are generally crowded, or getting crowded\u00a0 (I admit it:\u00a0 crowds in large doses make me even crankier.<\/p>\n<p>But the real reason I can&#8217;t join the flock heading south is seasons.\u00a0 I know it&#8217;s sort of trite, but I love the changing year.\u00a0 I love the way the world I live in becomes, in very real ways, a different world every three or four months.<\/p>\n<p>In geek terms, I get to spend part of each year on Endor and part of it on Naboo.\u00a0 (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theforce.net\/swtc\/orbs.html\">Go here if you have no idea what I&#8217;m talking about.)<\/a><\/p>\n<p>But my absolute favorite time (or <em>times<\/em>) of year is fugue season.\u00a0 These are the funky weeks when I swim in a lake and ski to toll road at Whiteface.<\/p>\n<p>Or when &#8212; as we did last week &#8212; we&#8217;re still gleaning fresh vegetables out of the garden, and I&#8217;m scrabbling over ice on Ampersand Mountain.<\/p>\n<p>This physical embodiment of change and time passing captures the weird scales at which our world works.<\/p>\n<p>We are blessed to exist in a cosmos that functions in geological time, but also in bursts of immediacy.<\/p>\n<p>I lived for a time in a cabin on the Copper River in Alaska and I remember listening to the ice break-up in spring &#8212; it was like artillery fire after the silent expanse of winter.<\/p>\n<p>The truth, of course, is that it&#8217;s always fugue season.\u00a0 We humans are &#8212; both individually and collectively &#8212; a very small organism living on a planet that is changing all the time, in ways that we influence and ways that we don&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>Usually, those tiny, cumulative evolutions are lost to us at our Mayfly scale of blink-and-you-miss-it consciousness.<\/p>\n<p>But for those of us who live in the North Country, those big changes are visible, at least symbolically, week-by-week.\u00a0 I mean, a few days ago, I woke up and suddenly I was living on Hoth.<\/p>\n<p>How cool is that?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In recent decades, Americans have become a summery people, migrating in historic numbers away from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6940"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6940"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6940\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6942,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6940\/revisions\/6942"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}