This heat gives me cabin fever. Unless we are harvesting something my day ends at 10am due to fire restrictions...
This heat gives me cabin fever. Unless we are harvesting something my day ends at 10am due to fire restrictions...
Finally
It's raining
I miss summer rains. Well as long as they arent just downbursts that crank up the humidity.
It doesn't bother me much during the day, but then I'm seldom around. But I can't sleep if it's too warm.
Place I'm in now (Ocean beach) is the first place I've lived in down here that has heat or AC. You can get by without them but it can be unpleasant for a month or two in both summer and winter. There were times I'd set up my hammock on the deck and sleep outside.
Don't forget the great air quality.
The issue around this area is the schools!
when they were built school ended end of May! started first week September.
No air conditioning.
Now there is school almost all year round and it gets HOT!
Kids and teachers are melting and now they want to build new schools with Air conditioning.
Own your fail. ~Jer~
82 degrees at 11pm
From The New Yorker:
Before Air-Conditioning
By Joshua Rothman
July 19, 2013
For much of this week, New York, along with the eastern half of the U.S., has been caught up in an unstoppable heat wave. At times like this, it’s hard not to imagine the worst-case scenario. What if, in an apocalyptic turn of events, the world’s air-conditioners just stopped working? What would we do then?
The New Yorker’s archive offers a window into the pre-air-conditioning world. It was, it turns out, wholly survivable; it may even have had good qualities. In a Comment on July 1, 1961, Niccolo Tucci explained how, without air-conditioning, your open windows let you snoop on your neighbors, who, “apparently unaware of the change in the season, go on fighting their private winterfights. You come in at the end of the first set, but you can reconstruct what went on day after day under cover of snow”—the same way that, nowadays, you can start with season two on Netflix. In “Before Air-Conditioning,” from June 11, 2011, the poet Frederick Seidel pointed out another benefit of throwing the windows open: “It’s the smell of laundry on the line / And the smell of the sea, brisk iodine.”
Air-conditioning has reversed the polarity of summer: it has us fleeing inside during hot weather, while we used to flee outside, which might have been more fun, and was certainly more social. Arthur Miller’s “Before Air-Conditioning,” from June 22, 1998—probably the definitive New Yorker essay on this subject—describes the way New Yorkers would flock together out-of-doors. During his childhood, Miller writes, in the twenties, “There were still elevated trains … along Second, Third, Sixth, and Ninth Avenues, and many of the cars were wooden, with windows that opened. … [D]esperate people, unable to endure their apartments, would simply pay a nickel and ride around aimlessly for a couple of hours to cool off.” At night, Central Park was full of “hundreds of people, singles and families, who slept on the grass, next to their big alarm clocks, which set up a mild cacophony of the seconds passing, one clock’s ticks syncopating with another’s. Babies cried in the darkness, men’s deep voices murmured, and a woman let out an occasional high laugh beside the lake.” It was still hot in the park, and it was crowded, but the openness of the space made the heat easier to bear. In “Summer Night,” from September 7, 1935, Morris Markey explained one reason the Park felt cooler: “the lighted towers which rim the Park seemed to thrust their peaks into cool atmospheres.”
The advent and spread of air-conditioning, meanwhile, put into relief the habits of the pre-air-conditioning era. In a Comment from July 4, 1959, A. J. Liebling lamented how “the dodges for coping with the heat that New Yorkers learned in three centuries of summer have become superfluous, and in some cases hazardous. The long drink is an irrelevancy; if you arrive in a bar, after a few steps in the street, longing for a Tom Collins, half a minute of the temperature inside influences you to change to a hot toddy. Cold foods lose their charm as quickly; at the first blast of frozen air, the customer decides to stick to steak.” Liebling, like many people, was struck by the perversity of air-conditioning, which ensures that your winning summer outfit is also “a ringside ticket to the pneumonia ward.” New York buildings, he complained, were now “twenty degrees colder in summer than in winter, when they are adapted to the needs of a woman who is going to shed a mink coat the moment she gets inside, and is wearing nothing much underneath it.” In a Comment on June 30, 1962, Donald Malcolm even went so far as to argue that we’re using air-conditioners backwards. “They are, in summer, a mistake,” he wrote. “The correct time to reach for the switch is at the very end of winter. Then the occupants of innumerable apartments and office buildings, weary and befuddled after a long season of overheated quarters, might find relief in the cooling gusts of the machine. At the same time, the simultaneous operation of all the city’s air-conditioners would unquestionably raise the outside temperature by some degrees, hastening the coming of spring, the budding of trees, the blooming of tulips.”
Earlier this summer, Matt Buchanan wrote about the invention and eventual perfection of air-conditioning technology; nowadays, air-conditioners are cheap and pervasive. And yet there are still summer days like these—days when it’s so hot that the heat is almost all you can think about. “It’s just too hot right now to do much of anything,” Susan Orlean writes, in “Hot Flashes,” from August 7, 1995—“so what should you do?” You can try to talk about the heat, or about heat-related questions (“What are the health risks in eating nonfat frozen yogurt for more than two of your three daily meals?”). Or, failing that, you can give in to what Orleans calls “heat-induced dumbness.” “This is a good moment to visit with friends who are smarter than you,” she suggests, “because the heat makes everyone stupid.”
Low 90s with humidity around 86%.
Makes Cambodia look like Kansas.
"I don't pretend to have all the answers, and I think there's something to be said for that" -One For The Road
Brain dead and made of money.
Uh-Oh.
We are starting to see some smoky-haze here making it's way into the valley, probably coming from the lodgepole fire in Idaho, but wouldn't be surprised if the WA fires contribute as well.
Last real good rain event was right before the 4th, so we've held out good so far. But if any dry-lightning storms come through soon it'll blow up. And our paltry $4 million state fire-fighting budget isn't enough to cover us through September.
To those in the N. Rockies- Get outside and do cool shit while you can.
On my way to Cuba
Highs of 107 with high humidity
My cousin that's there already sent me a text and all it said was "holy fuck is it hot"
in a paradoxical universe: we hiked up to Delta Lake in the tetons today to a high temp of 76* and the lake temp was still 39*![]()
skid luxury
Beautiful pic b-bear!
How about this?
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This July seems much closer to average. Its been a very pleasant july and the 80 degree days work great for swimming.
I love temperate weather after almost 3 decades of heat.
KQ I think yo'll love it. The pristine beaches and the culture is interesting. Havana is incredible and worthy of a visit.
I'm at a semi shifty resort with family and we'll make it worth while. Besides I just arrive and had 4 shots of Glenlivet single malt and I feel fine.
I'll try the rum tomorrow![]()
Want rain? I had ~1.3" since 10pm last night and expect somewhere around 5-6" by next weekend. Yeah it's humid, REALLY soggy but the temps are mid 70's to 80's when the sun comes out so it's (almost) bearable.
Looking at the weather around the world, Victoria BC wins for nice and cool in the summer. Once my wife retires we will VRBO our place for the summer and stay up there until October . I hate it over 75, hence why I use the A.C. in Coronado.
Yay 72* with 97% humidity and it's not raining.![]()
Here where I currently am in Maryland we are breathing soup. Craziest weather pattern, it's basically an atmospheric riverf rom the tropics, over 5 inches of rain in less than 3 days and it was raining like crazy before that too.
If yer truly lookin' for nice and cool in the summer, check out Prince Rupert, B.C. It's a funky, cool, character filled coastal town of around 12 000 people. Grew up there... Lowest amount of sunshine hours for any city in Canada, highest amount of precip, average summer temps of around 15 degrees C or so. If you wanted true summer, a short drive outta town east towards Terrace 1.5 hours away would deliver. Temps could be double in Terrace and some nice warmish water lakes to swim in, great hiking, mtn. biking, summer skiing on glaciers, etc... it's where I live now after soaking up my lifetime's quota of liquid precip in Rupert and needed to dry out in the nicely balanced climate of Terrace.
In a typical high pressure situation in the summer, you'd get a few days of really nice sunny weather until the coastal fog/marine layer marched in. Days would start cool, drizzly and clagued in...if yer lucky the fog would burn off in the afternoon for a few hours for some pleasant outdoor activities. If yer unlucky, the fog would persist...sometimes for weeks with temps in the 12-15 degree C. range. What sucked about that is the requirement to turn on the furnace to warm the house and knock down the 100 percent humidity a little bit.
We had a south african family move to town in the 90's cause they had a rare sun allergy and through their research looking for the 'safest' place to live, chose Rupert.
Master of mediocrity.
Thanks for the heads up^^^^ I will look into that. For now I am sure Vancouver Island is it. We love Victoria and I like to surf up by Tofino.
Never in U.S. history has the public chosen leadership this malevolent. The moral clarity of their decision is crystalline, particularly knowing how Trump will regard his slim margin as a “mandate” to do his worst. We’ve learned something about America that we didn’t know, or perhaps didn’t believe, and it’ll forever color our individual judgments of who and what we are.
Personally I always had this overwhelming feeling of not giving a shit about learning or being civil when it got to hot outside.
I always had a theory that's why people in the south are so fucked up in education and accepting new ideas. When I lived down there I didn't notice but once I moved away and then came back the feeling of laziness and not giving a fuck was palpable because it's to hot to think straight.
When I lived in cold climates I feel energized, when I live in hotter climates my ambition tends to wane.
Small sample but a little validation on my retarded theory.
https://www.hks.harvard.edu/announce...arning-suffers
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