{"id":1768,"date":"2008-08-12T09:28:38","date_gmt":"2008-08-12T13:28:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2008\/08\/12\/the-funk\/"},"modified":"2008-08-12T09:28:38","modified_gmt":"2008-08-12T13:28:38","slug":"the-funk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2008\/08\/12\/the-funk\/","title":{"rendered":"The Funk"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up this morning in a mood. I can&#8217;t really describe it. I&#8217;m just enveloped in a world of &#8220;blah.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I suspect it has a lot to do with the weather for the past, well, entire season. It&#8217;s a never ending pattern of clouds and rain, clouds and rain. Every trip I&#8217;ve taken since spring has been affected by similar weather patterns &#8211; even as far away as the Pacific coast and even Europe. <\/p>\n<p>At least, I&#8217;m sure that&#8217;s a part of it. Last night I had a most peculiar dream, too. I was still living in my childhood home in Osterville when a storm started coming through one night (not surprisingly, I&#8217;m guessing that has to do with the actual weather pattern we&#8217;re contending with). Anyway, the thunder\/lightning started getting incredibly severe and the next thing you know, the winds picked up and it appeared and I witnessed a tornado strike the two houses across the street. Ironically, these are the same two houses that suffered fairly substantial damage when Hurricane Bob struck in 1991&#8230;when I saw five 70+ foot tall trees literally pull up the ground (and street) and fall onto the houses. However, in last night&#8217;s dream these houses had windows blown out, roofs pulled off, and then explosions (gas?).<\/p>\n<p>I ran downstairs to my parents bedroom and grabbed my Mom just as the roof and 2nd floor of our house got sucked off. We ended up grabbing onto a post to secure ourselves (my parents bedroom in real life had no such convenient post) and then the storm was over just as quickly as it hit. <\/p>\n<p>What does this say about me?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up this morning in a mood. I can&#8217;t really describe it. I&#8217;m just enveloped in a world of &#8220;blah.&#8221; I suspect it has a lot to do with the weather for the past, well, entire season. It&#8217;s a never ending pattern of clouds and rain, clouds and rain. Every trip I&#8217;ve taken since [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1768","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1768"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1768\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}