Sunny weather creeps me out
San Francisco Chronicle
by Mark Morford
03/01/06
For this time of year in San Francisco, blasts of weird summerlike weather are probably completely normal. February invariably means sporadic rain, long spurts of frigid cold beaming down from ever-melting Alaska, alongside nice puffy tufts of warm sun of sufficient perfection to make you think about car washes and sex in the park and how you need to get some new T-shirts for summer. But then again, not quite. Something is amiss. Something about this blazing loveliness feels just a little bit off, a little bit wrong, something nagging and squirming just under the skin of this sunny daydream bliss, and if you're paying any sort of attention to the world these days you can't help but hear, as you bask in the warm sun-kissed goodness, an uneasy and nervous voice stabbing into your sun-dappled brain: Isn't it just a little too warm? Too sunny? Can this be right? And finally: Is this winter heat just another little sign of impending doom, a hint of far, far worse things to come, of heat waves and storms and direness and death? Is it all, in short, just a deceptively lovely result of the looming wrath of global warming?
http://tinyurl.com/kh93v
Informant: Thomas L. Knapp
by Mark Morford
03/01/06
For this time of year in San Francisco, blasts of weird summerlike weather are probably completely normal. February invariably means sporadic rain, long spurts of frigid cold beaming down from ever-melting Alaska, alongside nice puffy tufts of warm sun of sufficient perfection to make you think about car washes and sex in the park and how you need to get some new T-shirts for summer. But then again, not quite. Something is amiss. Something about this blazing loveliness feels just a little bit off, a little bit wrong, something nagging and squirming just under the skin of this sunny daydream bliss, and if you're paying any sort of attention to the world these days you can't help but hear, as you bask in the warm sun-kissed goodness, an uneasy and nervous voice stabbing into your sun-dappled brain: Isn't it just a little too warm? Too sunny? Can this be right? And finally: Is this winter heat just another little sign of impending doom, a hint of far, far worse things to come, of heat waves and storms and direness and death? Is it all, in short, just a deceptively lovely result of the looming wrath of global warming?
http://tinyurl.com/kh93v
Informant: Thomas L. Knapp
rudkla - 2. Mär, 16:48
