I am a man living in fear: the weather forecast predicts that tomorrow will be a cloudy 96F. Cloudy = humid. 96F = atrociously hot. Will my English constitution survive? Luckily, I'm supposed to be spending most of tomorrow in Brooklyn, where it will, hopefully, be mildly less appalling. But I fear that I might simply melt in the sun - I guess I'll just have to shelter in the shade of the trees. Tomorrow morning, before all of that, I'm going to check out the open air book fair at one of my favourite NY bookstores, Housing Works, and then head over the Brooklyn Bridge to try to speak with/see my parents and sister on that big HG Wells-esque New York-London video pipe thing. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you're missing out. Hopefully I won't have dissolved into a puddle by then.
Tomorrow calls for the deployment of drastic, terrible measures: sandles or, as they prefer to call them over here 'flip-flops'. Truly, I have sunk as low as one can possibly go.
On the plus side, England's cricket team are currently murdering New Zealand. And I'm about to see Toby! Huzzah!
Songs for the Deaf: 'You' - Atmosphere; KROQ LA (in general); KEXP Seattle (ditto): I've discovered the iTunes radio function, and it is a thing of wonder.
Quote of the Day: "I'm melting, MELTING, oh what a world!!!" - The Wicked Witch of the West, Wizard of Oz.
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