[gundos]

It appears that this whole month is going to be rife with rain. What's the deal with this? I just need empathy.

[joulseenjoync]

81 and partly sunny now.

Maybe you should get out of the office. Say you have an emregency. If I run into you I'll give you a hug.

[cindygirl]

Upside, in the sunniest month of the year (longest days) this much rain has REALLY made for a lot of growth!!!

I was just at my parents for Fathers day over in Western Bergen County, MAN there was a lot of green!!!!

[E4qC1qQ5]

And the sidewalks are sparkling clean!

[Haftdrarp]

Too much sun here in Houston..... hot as hell. Maybe I could bottle some up and Fed-Ex it too ya.

[Abaronos]

'nother drencher today.

[rarpAcconavox]

I can't even bear to look at the weather forecast. Rain for as far as they can predict. This is unbearable.

[singleGirl]

Sunburn today.

[derinasderun]

Been raining here in Scotland as well, I blame you guys.

[AlbrtJhnsqw]

Per this AP article:
Rainfall has totaled 5.32 inches so far this month in New York's Central Park, more than double the normal 2.17 inches for the period. 145% above normal, to be exact.


And the next five days will keep things going in the exact same direction.. d'oh!

[Ndptbudd]

Glass half full:

West of us they've been getting all the rain plus much more severe weather.

weather.com

[Arrectiff]

It's all the fault of those damn Republicans.

Ohhh, sorry ...

Can't use that excuse any more

[nmnrIjGB]

How about this one....
From: Trainjotting .com
Posted by TJ under High Line, Michael Bloomberg

It’s no coincidence that it’s done nothing but rain ever since the ribbon was snipped on the High Line railtrail park earlier this week. In fact, any student of elementary New York City demonology knows the story of Ezekiel Marcus, who perished on the West Side tracks in 1934.
Marcus was a Manhattan native, born in a cold-water flat in Hells Kitchen in 1899. He’d initially intended to pursue some sort of career in the arts; he attended the School of the Industrial Arts in the midtown 50s as a teen, but dropped out after a few years and embarked on a career on the railroad.
Prior to the High Line’s construction, the tracks ran ground-level along 10th Avenue, which was ridiculously dangerous for people who walked or drove in the area. For a short spell, Marcus was employed as what was known at the time as the “West Side Cowboy”–he would ride on horseback up and down the 20-odd blocks of 10th Avenue to warn pedestrians that the train was coming.

While his urban rustlin’ surely saved scores of lives, Marcus undoubtedly witnessed some ugly accidents too. Who knows how that scarred the young man.
The solution to 10th Avenue’s rolling death trap was the High Line–tracks built some 30 feet in the air. Zeke Marcus working unloading freight trains near Gansevoort Street for a number of years, before the West Side Cowboy himself–savior to countless pedestrians–met his early demise after a fall off the side of the High Line between Gansevoort and Horatio, on what’s now known as Washington Street.
It was December 1934.
Despite temps in the teens, several hundreds of people came out to raise a glass to the brave railroad man at a 10th Avenue saloon called Shebeen, about 100 feet from where Marcus perished. The spot wasn’t far from where he was raised, so when word spread of his death, Marcus’s friends and family came out in droves.
Jump ahead, oh, a half-century or so, and plans for a refurbished, publicly accessed High Line are but a glimmer in Joshua David’s and Robert Hammond’s eyes. A writer, David was researching a magazine story on the changing face of Chelsea when he says he was visited by an apparition in the tiny alcove in his Chelsea apartment where he did his writing.
“He had a long brown beard and wild brown eyes, and he wore a suede cap and black corduroy pants,” David told Beyond Investigation Magazine in 2002. “He told me in a gravelly voice to ‘leave well enough alone.’ I thought he was talking about my magazine article, but I think he realized the seeds for a bigger project were just beginning to sow in my mind.”
Indeed, David and Hammond met at a community meeting a month later in 1999, shared their mutual adoration for the old High Line, and got the (seemingly) Sisyphusian ball rolling on the park project.
Eighteen months later, it was Hammond’s turn to get a visit from Zeke Marcus. Hammond, a painter, said he was on the phone with the actor Edward Norton, an early champion on the High Line, in his apartment when the ghost of Marcus slipped through a heating duct in his kitchen.
“He told me the same thing he told Joshua–leave it alone,” Hammond told a class studying the paranormal at Penn State in 2006. “He said he’d make it rain every day if the place of his death was trampled upon by the masses. I dropped my damn cellphone and had to wait about 20 minutes before I collected myself enough to call Edward back. Even then, I was shaking like a leaf.”
It’s rained ever since Mayor Bloomberg and the High Line swells officially opened the park, and the forecast calls for rain every day for as long as the forecast goes.
Somewhere, West Side Cowboy Zeke Marcus is laughing.
[images: NY Times, The Guardian]

[Qnnoshxj]

*cough*BS*cough*

I am sure Zeke knew all about the JEt Stream and made it shift so that ALL of NE was rained on because someone' Walked on the spot of his demise" when that spot, literally, was THE BLEEDING GROUND HE HIT NOT THE ELEVATED FRIGGING TRACK ABOVE!!!!!

[Knillagrarp]

New Yorkers Near a Saturation Point

By MICHAEL WILSON

A 16th-century lawyer, Hippolytus de Marsiliis, noticed how water slowly dripping onto a rock eventually created a hollow in the stone. It got him thinking: What would happen if a human being’s forehead was subjected to the same treatment?

Legend claims it eventually drives the person crazy. For reasons unclear, the procedure came to be known as “Chinese water torture.” But in 21st-century New York City, the ordeal could simply be “daily life.”

We may be years away from a true understanding of the psychological effects of the rain that has fallen for 15 of the first 19 days of June. It is too soon to know whether humans will adapt to living, in effect, in an alternate universe in which water has replaced air. But for many New Yorkers, the drops on the forehead every day — Every! Single! Day! — have clearly taken the toll imagined by de Marsiliis. Routine, stipulated annoyance at inclement weather has become something darker.

Rain rage.

This week, subways smelled like sweaty locker rooms, and riders openly seethed. Dog runs were as quiet as dark alleys as their usual guests stayed home, urinating on rugs. Stinky brimstone steam rose from manholes. The spokes of millions of cheap umbrellas on crowded sidewalks lurched at passing eyeballs, as if seeking to skewer them. The Gregorian calendar itself seemed cruelly sarcastic, the words “Summer Begins” conjuring memories of Junes past. Warm and dry Junes; lost Junes.

Even death began to lose its grip on the imagination. “If it dies, it dies,” shrugged Seamus Macaulay, 35, as he sat in a NoHo bar on Thursday night. “If it makes it, it makes it.” He was talking about his backyard garden in Astoria, which had been flooded for days. But clearly a disregard for humanity, too, is approaching on this slope made slippery by rain.

Rain rage ruled at Yankee Stadium — the new one, not the old one, although it was difficult to tell the two apart on Thursday, even though it was a game day. The stands were empty with a rain delay, while the Hard Rock Cafe there was packed.

“I’ve been sitting here for five hours,” said John Coito, 32, a cabinetmaker from Danbury, Conn., on his first visit to the stadium. “It’s been raining, what, like 20 days of the month.” (Rain rage! This was uttered on the 18th day of the month. But to Mr. Coito’s credit, at least he could speak.

Several soggy Yankee fans responded to rain-related queries with slurred non sequiturs, and gave silly fake names. Were they intoxicated, or was it just rain rage?)

Plato wrote that the lost city of Atlantis sank in the ocean “in a single day and night of misfortune.” It got off easy.

City events great and small were scuttled or fretted over or reshaped in bizarre ways. Take the so-called “beach party” scheduled for Sunday in Central Park and organized by the Consulate General of Israel in New York and other groups to mark Tel Aviv’s 100th anniversary.

The forecast for Sunday is sunny and pleasant, with a high of 89 degrees — in Tel Aviv. In the lost city of New York, a shower or thunderstorm is expected, with high temperatures barely breaking into the 70s, according to the meteorologists at Pennsylvania State University.

Beach party organizers struggled for hope: “People with bathing suits, even if it’s raining outside, they still can dance with the D.J.,” said a clearly rain-addled David Saranga, a consulate spokesman. “They still can enjoy the music. They still can play. This is how we behave in Tel Aviv if it rains.”

In Coney Island, Saturday’s Mermaid Parade is committed to stepping off come rain or — ha! — shine. Engrained in the mythos of the parade is an appeal to the water goddess, for good weather. “It’s my own obligation to take responsibility for improving the weather for New York City,” said Dick Zigun, the parade organizer. “I’ve got a big job tomorrow.” (Penn State forecast: thunderstorms. Rain rage!)

An Upper West Side co-op’s annual spring outdoor potluck dinner was canceled — for the third time this month. A rooftop screening of a movie among friends in Red Hook — scrapped. Nikita Lewis, 22, and her boyfriend put off their date night because, she said, her hair looked awful. Albany disintegrated into a long drama of party defection and locked-out state senators: Rain rage!

The sound of summer’s approach was not that of flip-flops on the boardwalk, but the snapping open of Zicam swabs for people who felt a cold coming on — or at least for those who bought some before it was yanked from the shelves. In the coming Zicam-free city, the big winners looked to be poorly reviewed films, which were sure to draw crowds this weekend, and fat cells: Weight Watchers members reported gains this week.

Cabdrivers have to work no matter the weather.

“Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk,” said Travis Bickle, the insane vigilante title character in “Taxi Driver.” Real cabbies were less enthusiastic about all the precipitation.

“It’s dangerous,” said Julio Sanchez, 61, a cabby. “The ground is wet and slippery. And there’s always a lot of traffic because people drive slower. I’ve seen a lot of accidents.”

Jose Arbona, 45, who bartends at the Oak Room in the Plaza, was in a cab on Fifth Avenue on Thursday when he found himself embroiled in road-rain rage, or rain-road rage. “You know how somebody in the middle lane swerves to the right?” he asked. “Everybody swerved. My driver was cursing. He said a lot. We were on 19th and Fifth and we were going to Houston and Pitt, and he cursed all the way there.”

The skies cleared for a while on Friday, but alas, it was a lame and loveless break, hot and muggy and filled with chores before Saturday’s expected return to the new wet normal. The dog run at Carl Schurz Park on the Upper East Side filled with frantic pups and their weary owners.

“You don’t want to get out of bed in the morning,” said Erin Lynch, 30, an occupational therapist who was with her 2 ½-year-old-dog, Chrissy. “I didn’t make any plans this weekend, because I knew it wasn’t going to be nice. I hate it, and so does Chrissy. She doesn’t like the rain, and when it’s pouring all day she doesn’t want to go outside — even to go to the bathroom.”

Just then, a man with two dogs confronted a reporter and told him people were forbidden to enter the dog run without a dog. He seemed genuinely bothered by the dogless visitor.
Rain rage!

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/20/ny...l?ref=nyregion

[sestomosi]

I've never seen anything like this in the midwest/east coast IN MY LIFE!

[casinobonusfrees]

At least the lawns are beautiful and green

[Gorlummm]

*Beats Ken with large stick* -

[Babposa]

Or two!

[Heacechig]

My boom box melted in the sun. No longer plays c-d's. Photos to come.