Of course not a day goes by when I fail to catch a few tablespoons of spittle (mostly from my Sprachkurs intructor) about melting icecaps and such. All the same, today's afternoon of timid sunshine has been all too welcome. This is kinda like the awkward adolescence of the warm season: the temperature's still a few degrees shy of comfortable outside, while the sunshine cooks the inside of our apartment to a sweaty stuffiness, and the solar glare is just plain too bright to see your own hand in front of your face. But hey, it's a no-jacket day, so there's no call for fussing. Plus, it gave Kelly an excuse to cover up her Karneval'd black eye with sunglasses. We did our Saturday usual, picking up some produce and garlic-eggplant-spread at the market in Nippes, then getting our coffee re-up at Kaffeebaum. But, y'know, without gloves and stocking caps. A nice afternoon. It's 4:30 now, so probably that's all we're gonna get, but the word is that we should have several more days of this kind of weather. And anyway, we still have a good dinner and an episode of The Wire to look forward to this evening.
What the heck, this calls for a song. Not one song from the new Clipse mixtape is climate-appropriate today, so here's a classic from Ghostface, Raekwon, the RZA, and Slick Rick instead.
Ghostface Killah, etc. - The Sun