Sunday, September 09, 2012
Friday, September 07, 2012
This was the most brutal summer in memory, a summer in which it was often difficult to breath. The rest of the country wasn't a picnic, but it doesn't have to factor in the humidity. Payback time is coming soon when the temperature will plunge into the seventies while snow drifts pile up in the North. But, with the start of "season" comes the flow of Yankees who--like me twenty years ago came to Miami Beach to party until dawn and stay as blasted as possible. When you live here this is a mix of fun and apprehension; you just never know if you will get caught up in it when you usually turn in after Chelsea Lately.
Monday, September 03, 2012
The other big event of the week was T.S. Isaac, who was more of a nuisance than a danger. I did encounter just how bad a tropical storm can be when I attempted to walk to the store for a bottle of wine. A gust of wind pinned me to the fence of a neighbor; it was immediately apparent that wine wasn't worth it; basically it was an incredible rain event. In a cab back from the market on Sunday, we were shocked at how high the water was in the canal two blocks north of were we live. The Herald followed up with the following story. The city is so obsessed with building new symphony halls and tunnels under the government cut that they lack the ability to see danger as long as they can keep themselves employed. It's enough to make anyone lock themselves up.