it's fucked. december in chicago does not equal rain. it equals snow, sleat, zero degree tempatures and weather men telling exaggerating tales about the wind chill. It equals lake effect snow, chairs saving parking spaces and children wrapped like cocoons. But rain? Thunder? (i sense el nino's mark on this. bastard.) Have we been castrated, falling from a fearsome weather city to "pleasant getaway destination"? will we be suddenly inidated with snowbirds looking for viagra, mcdonalds and a golf course? probably not, but tonight i am doubting chicago's fierceness and our proper place in the metrological mythology. i am sure next week when tempatures hit 5º i'll be pleading for the rain to come back, but tonight i scorn it. it just isn't right.