Heat
It is very hot here this week. Los Angeles has just broken a record for its own energy consumption. Add to the heat a humidity that is not usually present, and that makes California, for the first time since I moved here, uncomfortable.I need only remind myself of my visit to Boston last June, what real urban humidity is, to stop my bitching.
Here is Jon Carroll's California love letter buried in a longer article about flag-burning that appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle:
In terms of landscape, living in California means never having to say you're sorry.You like the mountains? We have those. Beaches? Leagues of 'em. Desert? We can do that. Urban living? Sure. Suburban living? We practically invented it. We have the rushing rivers of the Sierra and the nothing rivers of Los Angeles. We have Alturas and Yreka. We have Calexico and Pear Blossom. We have California City, which isn't even real; and we have Nevada City, which is. We have Death Valley and Live Nude Girls. Am I getting carried away? We have ferruginous hawks and lesser voles. We have pounding surf and pelicans and glaciers and cotton fields and vineyards and elk and the tallest sand dunes in North America. Did I mention redwood trees? We have those. Bridges? Man, don't get me started. We have Hollywood, which is the Hollywood of the West. We have Bishop and King's Canyon and so many darned saints you'll lose count. Was Barbara a saint? Apparently so.
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by Marty Barrett at Wednesday, July 19, 2006
1 Comments:
He forgot to mention the "rolling blackouts" that ENRON created. DO you still get those?
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