There is no need for it to be this hot in the middle of July, or say, ever. If they were still alive I think the dinosaurs would be doing their best to date penguins about now. At this heat sun block becomes more of a placebo because no one in their right mind should be out under the sun long enough to get burned because that would be a stupid thing to do (Lizards, yes, homosapiens, no). Not to mention, I think sub block immediately evaporates at one-hundred and eleven so anyone walking the Vegas strip when it's one-hundred-and-nineteen is fooling themselves. The only real reason to put it on is to help deter the smell of asphalt.
Five years ago the Rocket Scientist and I decided that we would go camping in the heart of Death Valley, in February. Now that was hot. Every morning I'd wake up in time for dawn's early light. The temperature was a brisk seventy-five degrees and life in the desert was having a ball until the Sun slowly crawled over the tops of the eastern mountain range. It was a pretty sight to observer but after your eyebrows started to singe you knew it was time once again to retreat from any direct contact from the sun's death ray.
I remember walking through the National Park Service visitors center looking over old photos of pioneers who, apparently, worked and frolicked around in that kind of heat sporting three layers of clothes, some of them with hats to complete their ensemble. While I don't recall hearing much about it in history class, I'm convinced that back in those days people just internally combusted. Nobody back then died from The Fever, Indian raids, or heart disease, they just blinked into a pile of ash. And then someone would come and retrieve your three-piece wool tweed suit, dust it off, and take it back to the general store to collect the recycling deposit.
The sun just came over the mountains and it looks more like Suge Knight than Kellogg's Raisin Bran, already rolling hard and all pimped out in solar radiation blling-bling. I think I'll stay inside and watch the first act of Empire Strikes Back over and over and over again.
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Come and visit St. Louis. We have enough heat and humidity to rise and bake bread at the same time.
Suge Knight in reference to the sun...that is brilliant!
Feels like fall on the east coast of Canada.
Last week we had snow here in Johannesburg (Africa) for the first time in 26 years. I have no idea what it means to compare the sun to Suge Knight, but I take it that it has something to do with being really hot or something, if it is too much for you you're welcome to come down and cool off for a few days if you need to.
Here on Okinawa, the hottest it has ever been combined with the humidity...
Even the building's wall sweat like a pro NBA player.
QLD Australia has a few days each summer around that temperature. Its good for the pineapples.
And here over in Paris someone misplaced the November weather in the July Box ... was funnny the first few weeks now we're glad when we don't have to have the lights on during the day.
I keep saying this on the street corners but no one believes me: I think someone knocked the weather patterns on it's side (Monty Python style) and was too much in a hurry to put it upright.
The Empire Strikes Back...It's great to watch in any weather, but especially in the stifling heat. Good call.
Letterman?
it was nice and breezy and a brisk 70F in Amsterdam while i was there. But raining. which was a nice change.
Sometimes it seems, now that i look back at it, i paid good money to see and experience rain in Europe, since there was not a drop to be had in SoCal.
Forgive me, i tried to bring some back but failed.
Now i realize why i failed: Artoo says the chances of success are seven hundred seventy-five...to one.
Dear, oh, dear.