Summer is truly upon us. Anything I need to do outside will be done either very early in the morning or late in the evening, and morning is preferable. And by the way, a sure sign of a trash call will be a little audible "boink" type noise. If you answer the phone, and hear that, hang up immediately and if possible block the number. Someday those scum might find some way around that telltale indicator, but for now it is a reliable guide-- a warning. Boink? Hang up and block.
My tolerance for high temperatures seems to have gotten better as I've grown older. It's hot but a thermostat set on 79, plus fans to circulate air in the house, feels comfortable. It helps a lot to have relatively low humidity, and somewhat breezy conditions outside. I'm not suffering-- far from it. It was pleasant outside last evening, and this morning.
I can take it. If I lived much farther south I'd have some trouble. Heat and humidity is a terrible combo. Our humidity levels are going down. The corn I've seen east of me is doing well, so I hope we have more rain. Most of today's business is taken care of. Iced coffee for me, at the moment. I've had my Sunday drive. I enjoy that very much. I enjoyed a couple of my guitars this morning. All of my instruments are heavy with nostalgia. They remind me of instruments I coveted when I was a college student, and in one case, an instrument I owned when I was a college student. And of instruments I owned in the late seventies. In the late seventies I went through a lot of electric guitars. I wish I'd held onto them. The oldest one I had then dated back to 1958, a Dakota Red Fender Duo-Sonic, with a 22.5 inch scale. Quirky but fun to play. Hard to intonate as I recall, but I finally got it spot on. I contemplate no new guitars. I've got enough. I've covered the bases.
And it'll remain humid. Bad combination but about par for the course at this time of year, except for the humidity.
Yes, as it behooves us to do, as though we were beasts with hooves. But seriously, folks, fiends and nebbishes, one and all, I had a great evening last evening and a fine morning this morning, with mild temps, brisk winds, and the promise of more rain in the air. The forecast has changed, it seems, with a fresh charge of moisture from Alberto. The "clock" problem in physics seems to be underestimated, as all time-keeping devices are extended objects. The typical assumption is that of a temporal continuum but in fact, there is no way to confirm that. It's a matter of, on very tiny scales, backward light cones comprising the various bits and pieces of any putative "clock", with which we would define a "present". Weyl assumes a temporal continuum. In practice, that seems problematic, at the very least. One motivation for string theory was the problem of dealing with points, the points comprising the wiggly lines in Feynman diagrams, for instance.
