May 30 & 31, 2008

How do you put a perfect pair of days in words? Do you say seventy-five and sunny with a gentle cooling breeze? Do you mention that the breeze felt as if it was brought in from the tops of push-pops from children on carnival cruise boats? No, no you don't.

May 29, 2008

Glory goodness what a day to pack a picnic. Mid-seventies and sunny all the way till Sunday. Finally.

May 28, 2008

If days were people and weather was clothing then today would have been a malnourished short old man with a full head of wiry grey hair dressed in tight seersucker clamdiggers and floating in an XXL Celtics jersey.

May 27, 2008

Can we all wear white now? The mild sunshine and impalpable temperature dipped this day into the pre-summerish side on the pleasantry meter.

May 26, 2008

Five planes flew in formation
over us around noon.
Dark metal knights cutting through
the goldenrod and magnolia sky.
Creating a somber memorial
on this delicate golden day.

May 25, 2008

Still. Cold. Gray. Still cold and gray.

May 24, 2008

Los Angeles has not been a good host to springtime visitors looking for fun and sun. Instead it's become more of a napping zone, a pasta coma, and a sprinkleton. No place for Memorial Day weekend. It's time to bring in the set dressers and throw up the summertime.

May 23, 2008

Flashback to fall and winter and rainy days. This can't be May. The Dodgers game is postponed in the bottom of the ninth with one out. We wait in anticipation of a run tonight and the sun tomorrow.

May 22, 2008

The day started out sunny enough for a nieghborhood stroll. Dark clouds crashed the party by the late afternoon but were forgiven because they brought a guest we hadn't seen in years, maybe even decades around these parts: THUNDER.

May 21, 2008

The wind is changing the shape of things around here. Daisies look like tulips, mohawks look like comb-overs, flags look possessed, and people crossing the street look like they are coming out of mime school. If things weren't business as usual, and if it wasn't mostly sunny and pleasantly seventy something degrees, we'd be staring in the alternate trailer for M. Night Shyamalan's new flick.

May 20, 2008

Oh sweet easy breezy how we love the seventies. Perfect baseball weather, perfect high-fiving light, ideal touring sky, I'd even go so far as to say - indefectible marathon air.

May 19, 2008

The heat hangover continues. Sweat forms any place where skin touches skin or fabric touches skin or skin touches metal or metal touches fabric or one thing touches another. We notice, with great annoyance, how much heat is generated by the things we use everyday; laptops, televisions, windows, staplers, papers, people looking sideways...

May 18, 2008

About nine degrees less than a hundred degrees is still hot. The most dangerous place to be the day after a seriously hot day is indoors in, say, a residence where the occupants were unsuccessful in their heat management. While it was only in the mid eighties outside, several houses and apartments and party stores across LA were still trying to cool down after the oven door shut. It was like heat surrounding a pilot light. Like hot sweat particles lingering in a locker room. Like cholesterol in the air seven hours after the fryers have been turned off. Unless you ice it when you first get it, that burn -- the heat from the day is going to keep cooking long after the sun has done her business.

May 17, 2008

After a late morning walk through the Silverlake hills, Bethany and I decided it is 107 degrees. The hostess at the Eagle Rock restaurant said a guy told her it was 103. Weather dot com says its only 95 in LA proper. You can’t get all of your weather information from the internet. It was, and still almost is, hot enough to cook brains.

May 16, 2008

Nearly a hundo! Today looked and felt like the Carl's Jr Jalapeno Chicken sandwich -- the one in the commercials that looks all food stylist-stylized. They make sloppy look sexy. It's their thing. The sandwich features a thick layer of sliced jalapenos balanced over melted cheese. It's like the smog over the sun. Do you get it?

May 15, 2008

It’s hot today like we all did something terribly wrong. Not the ultimate punishment (boiled skin, eternal damnation, hair on fire, chipped-paint on the hoods of our cars) but a warning of things to come if we don’t straighten up. I think they call this earthquake weather.

May 14, 2008

Nearly 80 and certainly sunny. Shut up and shine you freak hot orange ball. We love it. You highlight the trees, the sidewalks, and the floating particles of our natural resources in their chipped-up cracked-off car-dusting death state.

May 13, 2008

Mid seventies with a hopscotch sun and a kite friendly breeze today.

May 12, 2008

What is there to post but we are getting June Gloom when we should be getting May Gray? I mean the world has gone topsy turvy. It's cold and fall like in the late spring. The reason Los Angeles is such a car town is because we sometimes, not often, but sometimes have to drive to the sunshine. It's an entirely huntable resource - you can just dig and drive and drive and dig until you find it. And you will find it, it may be fifty or a hundred and fifty miles east but it's there, hovering, radiating, baking, and bossing dirt around out there in the desert. That crazy sun can't sublet to the clouds forever.

May 10 & 11, 2008

Sure as the sun shines in southern California, the Salton Sea still smells like fish.

May 9 & 10, 2008

Hiatus due to visit from Detroit resident. Like the toxic winds of a firestorm, the visitor has brought with her several omens of strong(hesitant to say bad) luck; closure of the Vincent Thomas Bridge, cold gray days, and an embarrassing loss to the Astros.

May 7, 2008

Chills to pay the bills. A real inside-the-park cloud-ridden cold-ass day. Come on people, we have visitors coming. This is th ekind of thing you'd come to expect from Santa Cruz, not the land of movie stars and swimming pools.

May 6, 2008

The January weather reprise continued today like the third telling of the same joke.

May 5, 2008

A completely unreasonable unseasonable day. Weather and wind and grayness that flip-flopped our flip-flops for boots and wool socks. Is this May or is this the end? If only today would have offered a receipt. The kind with the extra long prints out with the call-in survey instructions. At least then we'd all be entered in a drawing to win $5,000 or maybe a 10% temperature increase on our next visit.

Happy B-Day Karl Marx.

May 3 & 4, 2008

Light sun and an easy exchange of breeze and bustle made us do a double take and ask Saturday and Sunday, 'Are you guys twins?"

May 2, 2008

Listen up rest of the summer, today was perfect, high seventies, sunny, with a breeze completely absent of brush fire. This is how we are going to roll out from now on. Please follow in a single file line.

May 1, 2008

May day! Flowers and ribbons and lilies of the valley and international workers parties.