I just moved to Boston from Los Angeles to take a job at Emerson College.  When I told people in California that I was moving east, they looked at me as if I was betraying the holy right of paradise - as if I was somehow turning my back on my good fortune.  "You don’t move that way," people would say.  Well, I did.  I picked up and moved east.  And, I’ve been enjoying living on the other coast quite a bit - so much more to satisfy my already obsessive taste for the weather channel. 

So I lived throught what people tell me was a pretty bad winter out here.  I think we got something like 80 inches of snow.  But I was fine.  I hardly ever complained - in fact, I was loving it.  But now, it’s the end of May and it’s freakin’ freezing outside and there’s another one of those legendary nor’easters pounding at my window (although it keeps the dog occupied).  For the first time since my move, I’ve developed a little distaste for the unseasonal weather (inclimate as they say out here).  One thing I like about the seasons is that they’re predictable.  You know it’s going to be cold in February.  Great.  I like that.  Then don’t complain.  But, one doesn’t expect this from May.  So, I feel that I have license to complain now.

So, here it goes: bitch bitch bitch