Given the extensive coverage the topic has received in major international outlets such as the Austin American-Statesman and KUT-FM radio, I’m sure that you are all aware of the impending blizzard that is set to descend upon the ATX later this morning (assuming the weathermen didn’t get it wrong, again). In case you’ve been hiding under a rock, here’s the skinny: there is a 60% chance that we may receive up to an inch of snow today.
Naturally, this news has caused panic among some weaker willed individuals. The University of Texas, for example, felt compelled to issue a pre-emptive notice yesterday afternoon reminding everyone that classes had not yet been canceled, but urged us to check the University’s emergency line before proceeding to work tomorrow for the latest updates.
As you know, here at ROHK we strive for journalistic and culinary excellence of a higher standard, and so, I am sacrificing my own well-being to bring you the latest news about the event that I am sure will be recorded in the annals of history as The Great Blizzard of 2009.
Do check back regularly for updates.
Friday, December 4, 2009
6:10 am: Wake up, get dressed. In honor of the impending cold snap, I search for a clean sweater, and eventually discover one that my parents bought me for Christmas some years ago. It was clearly purchased before they moved to Texas because, even before I lost the 10 pounds, it was still at least one size too large and makes me look like a mustard colored burlap sack. However, today we are going with function above form, following the trend set by world-famous survivalist Jake Gyllenehaal in the documentary film The Day After Tomorrow:
See? If Jake can sport an outfit that reveals no muscle definition whatsoever, so can I.
6:54 am: Sitting outside of Beverly’s house. It takes her longer than usual to come out to get in the car this morning, because she is clearly working up the nerve to set forth in the malstrøm and dodge the sunbeams that are beginning to fall outside.
7:10 am: Realizing that I am driving too fast for conditions, I reduce my speed to 72 miles per hour (114 km/h). This adds at least 2 minutes to my commuting time this morning, but it’s important to drive safe! Arrive alive!
7:26 am: Walking from the garage to campus. It is chilly this morning. The guy who’s not homeless but wants everyone to think he is who usually sets up behind Einstein’s Bagels is nowhere to be seen. I hope that he has managed to find a shelter for the not-homeless-but-wanting-others-to-think-they-are.
7:35 am: In the office. It was a tough last sprint across the West Mall to my building, what with the grounds services golf carts whizzing by, but I did make it here. Lisa has already begun prepping for the cold weather by cleaning out the oven, which has been left a mess by a previous user/staff member. This is very wise of her — clearly we may need the electric stove as a heating device if the power goes out once the deluge has begun.
7:55 am: Typing these words. Outside the window, I can see that it is cloudy. This is clearly a very bad sign — much worse than it has been on every other cloudy day this week.
8:15 am: The men with the leafblowers are out in the pass-through between my building and the next (which once served as the setting for Café d’Amour in the first Spy Kids movie). Clearly they have been apprised of the danger that can result from snow falling on top of leaves. I’m not sure what it is, myself, but as landscaping professionals, it’s their job to know these things.
8:28 am: Discover that emergency provisions are already stocked in the front office: two bags of Chips Ahoy™ and one of Pecan Sandies™. Skeptics may suggest that they are, in fact, left over from Professor E’s final-class-of-the-year celebration yesterday, but that’s just crazy talk. Lisa continues preparation of baked goods for this afternoon’s Survivalist Training/Birthday Celebration.
9:14 am: Correction: Provisions are one bag of Chips Ahoy™ and two bags of Pecan Sandies™. Please make a note of this. This is, of course, in addition to the banana bread that Lisa has made, along with the molasses cookies that are apparently on schedule to be made at noon.
Looking out the office window, I can see that we now have a lower cloud cover than we did earlier. Possibly this is due to the impending snow. Possibly this is due to the arrival of the alien/Snuggie™ vanguard that I described in yesterday’s post. Will investigate further.
The Statesman is reporting that “some” snow flurries have been seen in some parts of Central Texas, and that San Antonio may see a light dusting. I shall keep the brave people of San Antonio in my prayers.
9:28 am: Discover that #Austinsnow is now being hashed on Twitter. I have to join Twitter to do this, but the feed is too damned amusing not to share:
10:07 am: Take a break from perusing postings about the first harbingers of wintery doom–is Skol preparing to eat the sun and invoke the long winter known as Fimbulvetr?–to notice that the clouds are looking far more sinister now than they did an hour ago. At least a five on the Scale of Sinistry, up from a four and a half.
Kim suggests that the gravity of the situation requires that the word “aught” be worked into the title, and that we should refer to this as the “Great Blizzard of Aught-Nine.” What say you?
10:15 am: Realize that I left my iPod in my car. In the movies, the guy who goes back for something never, ever lives until the end. (Well, except in the Final Destination movies, but then Death spends the whole movie trying to catch up.) Not falling for it. Take that, Law of Murphy!
11:13 am: Fear not, dear readers! I remain as fervently committed to bringing you updates as they develop.
It has transpired that one of the bags of Pecan Sandies™ has been devoured by inconsiderate coworkers who do not realize the strategic value that they will play in our survival should the worst be realized and we become stranded in the building. An investigation with possible court martial is under way.
According to #Austinsnow, the earlier rogue flakes have abated. We remain poised for a resurgence.
It is very cold in my office. Am contemplating putting on gloves.
11:32 am: Confirm with Ray that he made it to work safely. Breathe sigh of relief.
11:47 am: Cabin fever has clearly set in amongst the staff. Food is being anthropomorphised:
Also, the Chips Ahoy™ are stale. We will put them on the back burner for now.
12:12 pm: Hearing Christmas carols being sung on the West Mall. Assume there’s irony involved in any song mentioning snow. The Statesman is now claiming that the snow is “on the way,” downgraded from the “it’s already falling” that we got earlier.
Am off to dodge air molecules on the way to find lunch. Pray for me.
12:26 pm: Back from acquiring food. Bitter cold, grey skies, no snow.
There was, however, a young man in front of Goldsmith Hall wearing what is either a very large paper boat or a paper papal hat on his head. Not sure what the purpose is, other than to make people stop and stare. Which we did.
12:37 pm: Have met the first person today who claims to have seen at least several snowflakes. There is much praising of his survival instincts. He has clearly suffered emotional trauma (but not enough to get me to cancel the panel presentation in 23 minutes in which he is supposed to deliver a talk in Persian).
12:53 pm: Ray calls to tell me that it is “snowing heavily” in Round Rock. The office moves to Defcom 2 in preparation for the snow to begin falling.
12:57 pm: SNOW!!!!!! There’s at least 15 flakes out there.
1:05 pm: Photographic evidence that the onslaught has begun:
It’s kind of hard to see, but you can definitely tell if you look under the trees. There’s a small possibility that some of it’s dust on the window that I shot through, but some of it is definitely snow flakes.
1:47 pm: And now the sun’s out.
1:51 pm: The Statesman is now reporting that winter weather advisory that had been issued for today … has been canceled.
I didn’t even get to go out in it: I’m trapped in my office because there’s a lecture going on outside. Poop. On the other hand, it’s a nice sunny day now! And I left my sunglasses at home.
2:43 pm: My journalistic efforts have been foiled by the final presentations of one of the Persian classes going on in the room outside my office, however, I assure you, I will continue to cover the story until my last breath. Or until it’s time to go home for the day, one or the other.
2:56 pm: BREAKING NEWS: the baked goods that have been added to the stockpile of supplies in the office include banana bread, chocolate ginger cookies, and both Irish and English breakfast tea.
I have learned from this blizzard that the primary difference between Irish and English breakfast tea is that the former is caffeinated, the latter is not. (At least, that’s according to the HEB in-store brand — I can’t help thinking that’s not actually correct, but I’m not a tea-o-phile, so can not confirm.)
I have also learned that the air filter on the LCD projector needs to be changed. I didn’t know it had an air filter and that it could be changed. Things our sales reps forgot to tell us. I wonder if this will affect the quality of the breathable oxygen in the event that we become trapped up here. There are at least two clouds that I don’t like the look of visible from where I’m sitting right now, and that’s before I turn my head too much. I have a feeling this isn’t over yet, dagnabbit.
3:36 pm: I am startled to see that there is ice buildup on the roof of Goldsmith Hall, which I can see from my office window. It’s blue and shimmery and … oh, wait. It’s someone’s jacket. In fact, now that I look at the photo I took at 1:05, I can see that it was there then, too.
Never mind.
4:07 pm: Whoa! I’ve gone viral — 600 hits in the past two hours. Who knew? The pressure’s on! (OK, I know I’m supposed to be all Ocean’s 11-style cool and act like this is so <yawn> boring, but I’m just a touch too neurotic for that).
In weather related news, we’re holding at 39 degrees F / 3 degrees C with bright, practically cloudless skies. I do so hope that the roads have been plowed and salted before I head home–I’d hate to drive in unsafe conditions. My palms get a little sweaty just thinking about it.
4:23 pm: Time to start powering things down and head out into the wilds. I shall check in again once I have arrived in the wilds of Round Rock, across the moors of Pflugerville and the towering craggy peaks of Tarrytown.
Stay strong, fellow commuters! Man shall always persevere over Mother Nature. (I mean, just look at the Domain.)
4:35 pm: On leaving the building, I see the measures that my fellow Austinites have gone to in order to protect themselves from the blustery weather. One young fellow is wearing a dark suit, but has elected for the protection of white athletic socks. Clearly, desperate times call for desperate measures. Later, I will see another young man so affected by the cold weather that he has had to pull his boardshorts down in order to cover his mid-calf, exposing a considerable amount of plaid boxer short above the waistline. I feel for him.
4:50 pm: Apparently, the snow has caused a short circuit in the gate at the parking garage. One poor woman sits there with a line of cars behind her, and is finally forced to back up and go to the pay station in order to make her ticket work. It’s very sad that such desperate measures need to be taken in order to complete such mundane tasks.
5:02 pm: MoPac expressway. Cars moving much slower than the posted speed limit. Possibly due to the weather. I can think of no other reason why traffic heading north out of Austin would be moving so slowly at 5 pm on a Friday afternoon, especially the weekend before the Red River Shootout in Dallas. It just boggles the mind.
5:35 pm: I arrive home and begin searching for things to cover the plants in order to protect them from tonight’s deep freeze. I now have a basket full of habanero peppers (seriously, what am I going to do with so many habaneros? I might have to make salsa for the office Chrismukkah gifts. But, oh no, I’ve said too much.
5:45 pm: I send Ray out to Home Depot so that I can wrap the Christmas gifts that came in the mail today. I hope they didn’t get wet.
6:03 pm: Gifts wrapped, Ray happily off at Home Depot, I sit in front of the television, open my laptop, and blog this, the last of my updates. At 6 pm, the winter weather advisory has expired, and I, for one, am considering myself very lucky–very lucky indeed–to have managed to survive the Great Blizzard of 2009.
LiveBlogging has now ended. Please remain seated until the vehicle has come to a complete stop. Don’t forget to search under the seat in front and in the overhead bins of you for any belongings you may have brought on board, and have a nice day in town, or wherever your final destination may be. Drive safe!
. I didn’t take any photos, you see, because it was a repetitive boring task, and the best way to deal with those is to drink while doing it. Which means that I was a little … um, my hands were wet, and I didn’t want to hold the camera with wet slimy hands.
