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August 04, 2005 / 4:48 p.m.
They said it would be 96 today, and it's probably more like 99 or 100 instead. What do they know?
I've never figured out when the peak temperature of the day occurs. i remember getting into an argument with a friend in high school because i was sure it was at 2 o'clock, and from there the temperature dropped. And he was sure it was later, at around 5 or 6. Now that i am older and less stubborn, i can freely acknowledge he was right and i was wrong.
It's in the mid-60s, as a high, on the coast today. That's where i would prefer to be. If i had a car.
The library downtown has air-conditioning. And safeway does. You get hit by the cold air walking in, and consequently by the hot air coming out. You have a Power Burger in your hands along with a bottle of orange juice, and the bearded man pardons you if you would like the latest issue of street roots, and you disappear behind a brick support beam, and come out with your back to him, in the sun, waiting at the light, trying to figure out if you should sit in the park and eat, or go inside. At least there is shade in the park. But somehow the south park blocks around the art museum have turned into a sort of makeshift homeless camp in the last few months.
Tipified, to me, by a girl about 20 with large breasts completely topless standing in the park with her dreaded, stinking, and black clad friends in conversation. And men with homes standing nearby talking on the their cellphones and looking at her out the corners of their eyes.
I ate on a bench by the Roosevelt Statue, which was, when i sat down, in the shade, but as i finished found itself in the sun. I got up and walked for the library, and my phone, which was in my right pocket where the sun was overcoming, seemed very hot to the touch.
These pants are very thin, actually. And so they are good for summer, despite their business-like look. If Hold them up in a room at night that has its light on, and you hold them up to the light, they are transparent. But not under normal circumstances. Decent.
I walked pointlessly around the library, up to the third floor with mildely aching knees, examined the exhibit of indian literature on the third floor. I sat on the benches under the paintings cross-legged and I read Bartelby the Scrivener, or the first 20 pages, and became incredibly tired, so i had to get up and use the computer for a second. I suppose it's hot when get outside.