If I read the date correctly, this is the middle of the summer. A Midsummers Night’s Dream if there ever was one. And if I feel a paradoxical bit of gloom, there is every reason to ask some serious questions. Like what is wrong? If one can’t sing in the sunshine now, one can later, right? And yes, it is sad that Northern California has been under a cloud at a time when the rest of the world is frying. Or is it? Consider the alternative. Or don’t even consider. Just wait. There are all sorts Read more [...]

At some point, roughly between 10,000 and 15,000 years ago, the geophysical higher-ups decided to cancel summer in San Francisco. Of course, there is no record of official announcements or subsequent complaints. The Ohlone people were just getting established themselves. The existing sabertooths, woolly mammoths and giant sloths were, of course, inarticulate. That’s the problem with a voiceless mammal population. Policy gets made without public input. Anyway, this climactic situation continues. Read more [...]