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According to the thermometer in my back yard we're well over 100 again. I made the foolish decision to walk to the mail box. No sight of anything moving out there in the still, burning air. My yard is crispy. I had a nightmare about trying to put out fires from fireworks there.
Summer is a time for swimming and spending the rest of the time in the air conditioned caverns, reading and daydreaming. These days I follow the news on Twitter and wonder just how fucking cruel and ridiculous the New York Senate imagines it can be. I still find it boggling that they can just refuse to hear/vote on a bill already through the Legislature and the clamor of public voices, but devote their time to deciding whether sweet corn is a vegetable or not. It's really heartbreaking to watch one of the most important civil rights issues of my lifetime, gay marriage, be ignored in favor of discussing corn. Fucking corn.
Summer is a time for swimming and spending the rest of the time in the air conditioned caverns, reading and daydreaming. These days I follow the news on Twitter and wonder just how fucking cruel and ridiculous the New York Senate imagines it can be. I still find it boggling that they can just refuse to hear/vote on a bill already through the Legislature and the clamor of public voices, but devote their time to deciding whether sweet corn is a vegetable or not. It's really heartbreaking to watch one of the most important civil rights issues of my lifetime, gay marriage, be ignored in favor of discussing corn. Fucking corn.