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the pounding feet in the streets below [Nov. 16th, 2001|11:38 am]
Roy Janik
So as you know if you live in Austin, the sky tore open yesterday. Water streamed down from the heavens. Looking out from my office to the hills beyond, I noticed that I could no longer see the 360 bridge. It looked to be night outside, and lightning lit up the surrounding terrain and cut off our power periodically. I walked down the stairs and noticed the roof leaking. There was a newly formed river carving a spiral path down the parking garage.

In short, I had to drive. I mean, why not? It's just fucking water. My destination was the BUH meeting, on campus. I took 360 to Mopac. Other than not being able to see, the trip was uneventful. Oh, and there was the hail. As I was putting Bjork into the CD player (perfect fierce weather music), I started hearing little pinging noises. That's when I noticed the ice pellets hitting the windshield. Awesome.

Mopac was an experience. We were driving at a crawl, about 20 miles per hour. As I passed the old Dr. Koop building (God rest his soul), I saw a waterfall of silty brown mud/water pouring out onto Mopac, like so many washed up dreams of a dead dot-com. I veered out of the way.

I got off on Windsor. As I crossed over Pease Park, I noticed with amusement and awe that the humble, usually dried up creek that traces its way through park was now a roaring river gone mad. I made it to campus, parked at 22 1/2 and San Gabriel, and walked the rest of the way.

Not having an umbrella, I was soon drenched. meh. Resigned to my fate, I began taking in the faces of those around me. Sullen, miserable folk, racing to unknown destinations under their all too flimsy protection. Suddenly I was happy. By the time I arrived at my destination, I was skipping, whistling "Singin' in the Rain". Naturally.
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