{"id":1672,"date":"2011-03-04T21:26:20","date_gmt":"2011-03-05T02:26:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/?p=1672"},"modified":"2011-03-04T21:26:20","modified_gmt":"2011-03-05T02:26:20","slug":"how-many-words-for-snow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/2011\/03\/04\/how-many-words-for-snow\/","title":{"rendered":"how many words for snow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had snow dreams last night. There was a big snowstorm but not here, someplace out in the nature. It was that dry, powdery kind of snow, tiny flakes, the kind that even when you\u2019re walking through it and it\u2019s all over your face it doesn\u2019t feel bad. It was a vivid sense memory for hours afterward, the vision of a snowy hilly place.<\/p>\n<p>Later in the dream there was snow here in the city, but it was heavier and wetter. I was doing something during the day, probably working (though work wasn\u2019t really in the dream), and remember feeling concerned that by the time I got to the park all of the snow would be gone. But it wasn\u2019t gone &#8212; while the sledding hill was scraped bare, the middle part of the long meadow was still covered when I clomped in to the park with my skis.<\/p>\n<p>In the real world there\u2019s still piles of snow in the plaza at Metrotech, some as tall as 3 feet. It\u2019s dirty but not as gross as you\u2019d think &#8212; since the area\u2019s surrounded by trees and has been so snow covered for so long there\u2019s not really any trash or dog poop in the snowpiles. Every time I walk by I want to take a chainsaw and slice into them to see their snowtigraphy.<\/p>\n<p>I think I need to move my skis out of my clothes closet to someplace where I won\u2019t see them every day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had snow dreams last night. There was a big snowstorm but not here, someplace out in the nature. It was that dry, powdery kind of snow, tiny flakes, the kind that even when you\u2019re walking through it and it\u2019s all over your face it doesn\u2019t feel bad. It was a vivid sense memory for [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[82,60],"class_list":["post-1672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-dreams","tag-snow"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1672","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1672"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1673,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1672\/revisions\/1673"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mauraweb.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}