Hurricane - Blog Posts
Figures in a Stormy Landscape, 2023 10" x 8"
Ever wondered how hurricanes form?
Atlantic hurricane season begins today.
People in other parts of the world call these storms typhoons or cyclones, but they are all the same thing: a rotating storm that forms in the tropics (that’s near the equator) and has winds of at least 74 miles per hour (119 kilometers per hour). “Hurricane” comes from Hurican, the name of an evil god for ancient peoples in the Caribbean. They took the name from Hurakan, the name the ancient Maya of Mexico gave to their god of wind and storm. For people in the tropics, these storms have always been a part of life.
Learn more about hurricanes in Nature’s Fury: The Science of Natural Disasters, now open.
ESOTERIC DUMPSTER VOL. 1, ISSUE #1: "CALM BEFORE THE STORM"
***POSTING LATE IT IS OFFICIALLY 2025 NOW but everything I said still stands. It is Monday, October 7th, and I've been consuming copious amounts of archived ROOKIE magazine posts because with the dying leaves, (and, cough cough, HURRICANE MILTON) an overwhelming nostalgia has really kicked in, as well as anticipation for my last trick-or-treat-able Halloween. This may only be on my mind because my little brother is turning 16 in a few days, but I feel like everybody makes a big deal about turning 16 and 18 without considering how damn weird it feels to be 17. Seventeen is like a placeholder for a future you can't have yet. Seventeen is antsy to be an adult and also scared shitless that it won't be a kid for much longer. Seventeen takes blurry, desperate pictures on ancient digital cameras to stretch single moments into fascinations. Seventeen takes its time. It doesn't want to be over this soon. Seventeen is a liminal space we are happy to dwell in for as long as we can before we realize the cotton candy, knit sweater POVs that "Perks" sold us, while beautifully iterated, are not true. We are not infinite in these bodies. Some of us don't have friends magically appear on the first day of freshman year, like Charlie. The Rocky Horror Picture Show might as well be lost media at this point, and good cinema like it might as well be replaced by artificially scripted, acted, and animated movies. Here I am wondering why we're so nostalgic and lost-feeling at seventeen, but the answer actually seems obvious. There is nothing organically good on the horizon for us- AI movies might be the headcanon for the younger generation of suckers who didn't ask to be born. World War Three might not make anyone bat an eyelash. We cling to the past because it was creative and real, and there's something missing from our lives now that we seek to fill with empty content. I'm rambling, I realize that. It's a beautiful night tonight, the sunset was spectacular. The air is cooling, the clouds are dark but removed. This is the "calm before the storm". So, here's few photos of me and my friends yesterday night as we swam at the beach and hung around a lifeguard chair in a subtle, unconscious attempt to make ourselves infinite while we still have the chance, before a storm both literal and figurative. SONGS: "At Seventeen", by the master of gay yearning folk music, Janis Ian, and........................ "Sleep Apnea", by the masters of youthful yearning mid-tempo indie jams, Beach Fossils.
Loving her was never going to be fair you know?
its like trying to love a hurricane as its ripping through your sheets.
But she wasn’t always like that though.
She used to be the summer breeze as it whispered in your ear.
She was the sand in your shoe reminding you of sunny days on the beach.
Then she fell in love with her own hurricane and she was never quit the same.
He began as the ocean that she slowly let flow across her feet.
But before she knew it she was knee deep in the water, and soon
she was swimming as far out as she could go.
She loved the water rolling over her skin.
Once she was too far out to turn back thats when the clouds began rolling in
The storm forced her under the water until her lungs felt as if they would collapse.
She began to love the burning in her lungs, the desperation for air, the blurred vision. But just as she was about to give in the storm brought her back to the shorelines tattered and bruised.
She spent days and months on the beach hoping to be taken back out to sea. All she was given was the quiet whispers of the waves coming into shore. She spent her days chasing the storm, and nights in the warmth of others arms. She filled her lungs with cigarette smoke hoping for a moment to recreate the burning sensation and liquor to drown out the emptiness left inside. But she never was quite the same.
Like I said, Youll never forget your first hurricane.
And now she’s yours.
Not my meme but figured I'd share for those about to ride out the storm
Edit bc I'm seeing a lot of confused international reblogs: this was posted because of Hurricane Milton absolutely demolishing Florida this week after Helene went through and because US insurance agencies are kind of assholes. Stay safe out there and thanks for signal boosting!
A lot of storm chasers don’t just go after tornados. In fact, a large amount of them also go after hurricanes. Kate and Tyler are hands down the tornado-whisperers, but what if Javi’s specialty is hurricanes?
The military deals a lot more with hurricanes than they do tornados, and given that more military bases are at the mercy of hurricanes, it makes sense that Javi would have spent more time with them. But maybe the Tornado Wanglers hadn’t branched out into hurricanes before.
Maybe they notice Javi missing from the parking lot party and find him sitting on the bed of a motel room with the tv on a weather channel covering this massive hurricane headed towards the east coast, phone on speaker as he talks to an old military buddy while he’s looking over data and models on his laptop.
Thinking about constructing a city entirely out of waffle houses. Would be incredibly resistant to disaster and in the off chance the city actually suffered catastrophic damage it would be back up and running in like, two days. I’m a genius, or at least more genius than the idiots trying to build a subway in fort lauderdale
Rooftop Deck with a View
Most people don’t realize that the flooding that comes with a hurricane is deadlier than the winds. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Johnson family’s driveway as Tom loaded the last of their hastily packed suitcases into their SUV. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the ominous scent of the approaching storm. Hurricane Oneida, a monster of a storm that had been…
Rooftop Deck with a View. Most people don’t realize that the flooding that comes with a hurricane is deadlier than the winds. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Johnson family’s driveway as Tom loaded the last of their hastily packed suitcases into their SUV. The air was thick with humidity, carrying the ominous scent of the approaching storm. Hurricane Oneida, a monster of a storm that had been…
http://worldtodai.com/2024/09/22/547/
Heck yeah!! #florida #hurricane #weaintscared #wasthatabreeze #murcia #stormy #gators #shotgun #shootinupastorm #australiaoftheus #instapics #instagram #instafun
Here it comes...but where??? Lol. #hurricane #hurricaneirma #trackingthestorm #whereisitgoing #conspiracytheory #meteorology #itsonlyguessing
https://movieweb.com/dukes-of-hazzard-general-lee-car-crushed-hurricane-ida/
