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When All You Want to Talk About is the Weather
We’re dripping sweat here in L.A, but at least it’s for posterity. At 12:15 this afternoon, the temperature hit 113 degrees, the hottest since 1877, when the weather service first starting keeping records. Being outside feels like being inside an oven. I seriously considered whether it was possible to slow roast a pan of tomatoes on the steps of my backyard, because, for one thing, you’d have to be crazy to turn on the stove. My cat and dog are laid out on the couch (although that’s nothing new) and we’re all drinking plenty of liquids.
Image: Walking Woman, 2004, by Chantal Joffe.
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