While much of the Northern Hemisphere experiences something called summer, those of us in San Francisco experience some not quite approximation. Most people equate California with eternal sunshine and warmth (alas, I also thought the same), and while most likely true in vast expanses of this elongated state- it does not hold true in San Francisco, where a low and pervasive fog battles the sun for preeminence, and one must take to wearing a jacket throughout the year, even in mid July. Did I mention the ever pervasive wind?
On practically any given day throughout the year you can see people up and about in their personal preference of t-shirts and shorts, next to fellow San Franciscans in winter jackets and wool hats- not to mention the summertime tourists shivering in their sandals and sleeveless shirts. Then you have those natives forever complaining of the freezing, inhuman cold should it hover into the forties, while others of the unbearably scorching heat should it approach a balmy 78! I've taken it as my responsibility to remind these people of the freezing temperature of water, and the fact that summer heat begins at 85. I have actually come to (sometimes) miss the bone numbing cold of the frigid NE, as well as it's blazing, infernal heat which confirms that it is, in fact, summer.
Anyway, as I closed the apartment windows to secure our indoor warmth this evening, I decided to do a little house cleaning on the right and separated the Photo Related Links into blogs on top, and whatever else just below- and alphabetized the bloody lot(s) for better or worse. Now, on to the Hot Toddy...
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