Aristotle penned the first study of meteorology in 350 BC. It was appropriately titled “Meteorology,” and chronicled evaporation and other fun stuff that I guess previously had been chalked up to the gods being angry.
Granted, Aristotle was also the dude who said, “All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.” So take your weather advice from where it comes.
The salary for a meteorologist nowadays is somewhere between twenty grand to over a hundred thousand dollars annually. For that much money I wish they could tell me that the forecast for our moving day wasn’t a snow squall with black ice on the roads. We’re leaving tonight to hopefully escape the artic onslaught…’cause the next week is a hopscotch game between sub-zero temperatures and frozen precipitation in the Pacific Northwest.
I’ll keep you all posted as best as I can from the road, we’re taking the desert route — California, Nevada, Arizona, Texas, some other armadillo-friendly states — and plan on arriving in Oklahoma sometime before Christmas. In the meantime you can read what goes on to both Simon and myself on the road via Twitter.
Oklahoma has the largest and most prestigious school of meteorology in the country. If even one of the many Portland-area weathermen went there for their predictability degree, I know that it indeed will be snowing balls by Wednesday afternoon. But most other meteorology schools don’t give out degrees, they give out dice.
(Degrees…meteorologists…oh I make these jokes look easy.)
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