Sunday, November 23, 2025

The Forecast Discussion: How I fell in love with the National Weather Service

I never paid much attention to the weather forecast until I moved to Seattle. Because before, I never felt like the clouds were trying to kill me.

No, for my first 30 years on the coast of California, moisture mostly came from the sky in 30 shades of gentle gray, like fog and thicker fog. So a weather forecast? That was something you checked to see if that fog would turn to rain just in time to ruin your weekend plans.

But the skies over the Puget Sound dropped 30 shades of danger, giving me a crash course my first winter in things like grapple, freezing rain and my new boogeyman: Black Ice.

And when two super scary commutes — one an aborted mission to work on a road turned skating rink, the other a trip home  through a surprise snowstorm that had me abandoning our pick-up truck halfway up Queen Anne Hill — had me vowing to never drive to the office during winter again, my boss introduced me to the “Forecast Discussion.”

That was cool.

Because while other forecasts will give you the main points of rain, sun or snow, the Forecast Discussion is a detailed dive into the next 24 hours of weather written by meteorologists who are not only experts in weather, but experts in your local weather.

And I never drove in Seattle again without reading it, since I wanted to know exactly when the temperatures were expected to go above and below freezing, so I could time my drives properly to avoid the worst of the road hazards.

Years later back in California, I gained even more appreciation for the Forecast Discussion when I started talking to the people behind it in my work as a reporter.

Tasked one day with writing a story about an expected deluge of rain that would likely bring flooding, I was told to call the weather service our newspaper paid for.

After dialing the 1-800 number to put in my request, I waited at least an half an hour for someone from across the country to call me and basically read me the sentence the service prepared for our area. No matter how many questions I asked in an attempt to get more information that might be useful to our readers, the person would only parrot back what I already had.

So I turned to the list of helpful numbers prepared for the newsroom by previous reporters, which luckily included a number for the local office of the National Weather Service in Humboldt County described as the “press line.”

And that call finally got me to person who could tell me what I needed: Helpful details about my local weather, a meteorologist who knew what had happened in the past under current conditions, thereby providing helpful insight into the forecast for my newspaper’s readers, all this expertise provided free as part of the National Weather Service. 

I was hooked, and never called the corporate line again. Why call someone across the country who couldn't even pronounce the city I was calling from, when I could talk to a person who was looking at (almost) the same sky I was, since the clouds above them might soon move south above me in Mendocino County.

Though mostly friendly, sometimes the NWS staff were hesitant, and some did not want to give their names for fear of harassment (yes, even 15 years ago!), but all gave important and useful information to me and all others wanting to know what to expect from the sky.

“Science is the foundation of how we understand the world, make predictions, and actually manage everything from the private sector to our responses to things like natural disasters and fires," said Rep. Melanie Stansbury of New Mexico, who used to be a middle school science teacher, speaking during a forum on NOAA earlier this year. “And it plays a major part in even the landlocked parts of our country in terms of managing the weather service and advising us on climate issues.”

And I get it, really smart people can make you feel dumb, just like the kid in class who always knew the answers to the teacher's questions was was always raising their hand. And sometimes they use really big words l
ike “anomalous” when “unusual” would do just fine.

But I like knowing there are smart people in charge, silently and competently watching models and data to let me know if its safe to drive, but also whether a flood, tornado or lightning storm is likely to destroy my home, or half my town. 

As climate scientist Daniel Swain wrote, “NOAA Research costs every American citizen less than a cup of coffee a year, with large returns on this small investment. This is a prime example of effective government, one that helps grow the economy and keeps people safe.”

And yes, paying too much attention to weather data can make you feel like the planet is collapsing before our eyes. But when given the choice between truth or happiness, I will take the truth every time. Because without it, I can’t be happy.

Why I started driving with a raccoon: The snow made me so anxious that I needed more than detailed forecasts to help me keep driving in Seattle, so I put a stuffed animal named Nancy next to me.

Sunday, November 2, 2025

Movies I saw in October: Bride of Frankenstein, One Battle After Another & Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere.

I watched three movies in October, and the one that impressed me the most was a 90-year-old horror classic I loved seeing in the theater.

1. Bride of Frankenstein (10/28/2025, in the theater) Grade: A

Yes, this was the original Bride of Frankenstein (though shouldn’t it be Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster?) with Boris Karloff released in 1935, and it was definitely a treat to see it on the big screen. The visuals and practical effects in this film are astounding, particularly those in the last 15 minutes.

I also appreciated its commentary on the dangers of seeking perfection, especially from humans, as we are the most imperfect beings of all. Instead, the movie advises, maybe we’d all be much better off if we just spent more time pursuing what Frankenstein’s monster did: “Friend, good! Drink, good!” 

2. One Battle After Another (10/05/2025, in the theater.Grade: B- 

There are a lot of great things in this movie, including one of the best car chase scenes I have ever watched: Leonardo DiCaprio as a desperate dad in a beater sedan he is begging to climb over hills in time to rescue his daughter. 

I also loved watching DiCaprio as a pothead dad running around Humboldt County in a robe and knit hat, especially when Benicio del Toro adds his calm slyness to the mission. 

The bad things were the first 20 minutes and a very distasteful role for Sean Penn, who for the first time made me wish for less of him, though my husband pointed out that we were supposed to hate his character. Still, I think the movie would have been much better if it started with DiCaprio settling on the couch with a pot pipe after his daughter heads to the school dance, and her mother and Penn are only shown in flashbacks. 

3.  Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere. (10/31/2025, in the theater.) Grade: D+.

Jeremy Allen White was great as Bruce Springsteen, so you might think that since he was in nearly every scene, this movie would be great, too. But it wasn’t.

The story centers on Springsteen hunkering down in a rental home while creating the album Nebraska, and I was encouraged when Paul Walter Hauser shows up as the recording tech helping Springsteen put his new songs onto a cassette tape he later delivers with no case, only a hand-written letter. But then Hauser disappears as the studio techs (one played by Marc Maron, who seemed to have been hired mostly to grin, which can we all agree is not his best skill?) are tasked with finding someone who could do the impossible: make the songs Springsteen recorded in his bedroom album-worthy, while somehow still retaining the rawness the artist insists be preserved.

I wanted to know much more about how this feat was accomplished, but the movie barely scratches the surface of that painstaking process, and instead takes a magnifying glass to Springsteen’s past, offering twice as many flashbacks than was needed to understand his troubled childhood and strained relationship with his father.

I also wanted more of Springsteen on stage at The Stone Pony, sweaty from performing to adoring fans, and less of him staring at the ceiling, sweaty from lying on the carpet all day. Because it’s not only very hard to make the interior process of wrestling with psychological demons visually interesting, I would also argue that even attempting to dissect anyone’s brain to get to the source of their creativity usually only succeeds in killing any magic they conjured, so it’s best to just sit back and enjoy what they offer us. 

But instead of bringing us onto the stage to soak in Springsteen’s star power close-up, this movie kept taking us back to the dorm where our depressed roommate has again spent all day playing crappy music and watching crappy television while “making my art, man.” And though we are meant to understand that the art he eventually does complete is far from crappy, the movie makes no real attempt to explain why these songs were so meaningful to either Springsteen or his fans.

I will admit that I was never a fan of Springsteen or even bought any of his music, and that I couldn’t help comparing this film to James Mangold’s far superior movie about Bob Dylan, “A Complete Unknown,” which gave audiences more music, more performances, and more intimate moments with incredibly charismatic people. 

Because a good musician biopic understands that what we all really want from such films is the ultimate backstage pass, a chance to see firsthand what usually only their roadies and band members get to witness: That moment when an artist drops their mortal mask and steps on stage, giving us one second of feeling like we breathed the same air as an immortal. 

Movies I saw in September: Jaws, Eleanor the Great, Him

Finally, here are the movies my grandmother saw in October of 1995: 

10/4/1995: To show: “Seven.” First couldn’t hear, dark also. But fast, good direction.
Awake early. Muffin at mall.

10/7/1995: To show at 41st, “To Die For.” Nicole Kidman, Matt Dillon. 
Watched, “The General Died at Dawn,” Gary Cooper, M. Carroll. 1936. I never saw it!

10/10/1995: To show “Kids.” Gross.
Library from 11:30 to 2:30, got 3 books. 

10/18/1995: To show, “Strange Days.” Loud, 2000 LA in chaos, based on police killing blacks. Felt director inferring LA on edge of anarchy.
Home 4 p.m., read, watched news.

10/23/1995: To show “Get Shorty.”
Breakfast McDonald’s. Talked to woman. She also likes travel, opera.

10/26/1995: To show, “Scarlett Letter.” Background Nova Scotia, beautiful scenery!
World Series: Cleveland 5-4.  Hershiser, Maddux mad, lost it. HR in 1st inning.

10/31/1995: To show “Copycat.” Scary.
To Ross, got turtleneck, Cinnamon.

For more on my grandmother’s journals and why she loved breakfast at McDonald’s, watch this video: