2:30 pm | 05 July 2003 | ice skating who

in other news, i've realised that the term 'beat the heat' is kinda a priori wrong. you can't beat it. the trouble starts when you even try to take it on. it's 101degF, homies. surrender. lay around naked and eat fruits. there's nothing else to do. (it just occurred to me that i have always been single during summertime, which means all kinds of slightly-to-deliciously naughty opportunities slip through my (sweaty, twitching) fingers. oh well. insert selfpitying moan here.)

pointlessly, in this weather the dog gets extra clingy, which is no good, boss. you can't have forty pounds of hot&hairy german shepherd stuck to you in this weather. mostly she flops melodramatically on the floor, glossy black sides heavin like a hyperactive bellows, tongue lollin out like a strip of wet velvet. today we walked around for a few hours & the firemen were sittin outside on folding chairs with the hydrant slightly cranked open so the spray cooled em off. the dog & i hung out with them for a bit, listening to the new tindersticks with headphones. as the violins came in in the background a girl on an old yellow schwinn glided by, perfectly in time, & as the strings faded she rounded a corner & disappeared from view, & i thought, my life is like a movie. mostly horror films, true, but not today. clm.

Most popular (by which i mean 'oft-repeated by a very drunken SBF') joke of the July 4th party:

"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Ice skating."
"Ice skating who?"
"Ice skating hot in here, so take off all your clothes!"