Bloody hell it’s hot here in Cambridge. Sure, I’ve been in heat like this before, in New York City and Spain and the Sinai and the Australian outback, but those places expect the heat, and come air conditioned or wrapped in thick walls and shuttered windows, or are sensibly empty of people.
In the East Village at the height of summer, even the skankiest bars have the air conditioning humming, and in my more bohemian days it was definitely cheaper to pay for coolness in beers at bars than in electrical bills (and beers) at home in a tenement walkup. English pubs — even those with wireless access — have yet to discover that cold interiors attract customers.
All this by way of explaining that it is too hot to blog Google Earth tonight. I was all ready to have a go at documenting the Lebanon-Israel conflict in KML (why are no news organizations taking the lead? This is the first war of the geobrowser era) but, well, I’m just in a whiny mood instead. I might have a go during the weekend.
In the meantime, enjoy this ditty by Noel Coward (.wav). Lyrics below the fold.
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