it’s black and it’s white
(or: may 27’s honey from the hive)
posted at 6:27 am by brandon in sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Katy Perry — “Hot and Cold” (from One of the Boys
The capacitor on our home’s air conditioning unit short-circuited the night before last, and even though it’s not deadly hot yet — at least, not to the degree that it’s gonna be come August — if you’ve ever spent a late spring here in Austin, Texas, you know very well how impossibly humid it can be ’round these parts this time of year, and therefore, how imperative it is that all your personal cooling systems stay in proper working order. (Ceiling fans are brilliantly capable of circulating air that is already cold, but you can’t fathom how miserably fast your environment can turn sour when that same air sheds its frigid sheen.) So Wednesday night was a tossing, turning, sleepless night that felt like trying to nap in a cauldron, and by the time the repairman arrived to solve the problem yesterday — post 6pm, natch — the house was like a clay kiln and A’s head was about to explode. Luckily for all involved, the barrier between us and the cold household air that we’ve come to treasure like gold turned out to be an easily surmountable one — simply a minor mechanical malfunction — and last night brought with it a welcome return to the heavenly climes of our sweetest dreams.
