While San Antonio at 80 degrees in March was a treat after a New England winter, Austin at 90 degrees leaves me missing the 70-degree temperatures back home.
But I definitely can’t complain about my hotel room.
And here’s the view from that balcony last night.
Like I said, I can’t complain.
Ran into a friend of a friend today, who turned out to be one of the ruder people I’ve met. She sure showed me, I guess.
And the paper’s done, except for the minor tweaks I’ll continue to make up until I present it. I’ll post it the presentation version on Monday. Right now, I think I might go have myself a Shiner Bock before heading to Gerard Hauser’s talk on “Moral Vernaculars and Rhetorics of Conscience”.
Hello Austin
Glad you experienced the nice view in addition to the heat. But really, that’s nothin’. Visit Texas in August and see what you think! Too bad you didn’t get to drive there. They have an excellent interstate system.
Yeah, I think New England has definitely spoiled me as far as climate goes. I mean, hell, I do vaguely remember a few Fort Stewart Georgia-swamp summers, with the air thick and heavy as brie, 95 degrees and 95 percent humidity. And then there were the National Training Center rotations in the desert, playing wargames at 110 in the shade and you could get a disciplinary action for having less than two liters of water in your canteens. But only vaguely: after all the wretched snow and ice and sleet and bitter cold of this past winter, heat kinda fades into a distant memory.
Or, more likely, I’m just never happy, and live to complain ;-).
I must second the “This is nothing. Just wait till August” comment. Ain’t even June and we’re headed for a 100 degree day here in Austin. It’s not uncommon to find grown men crying in the streets when this humidity pushes the heat index to something like 170 degrees. God bless Austin.