"Man acts as though he were the shaper and master of language, while in fact language remains the master of man." -- Heidegger
7.17.2005
Too hot to blog
It's 96 in Iowa City, with 45% humidity and a "very high" pollen count. Effects on citizens include lethargy, grumpiness, lack of initiative, faltering conversation, brow wiping and shaking of weary heads, a scowling scurry from AC'd building to AC'd building when motion is required. My dogs lie panting and listless in dusty dirt. Houseplants shiver away from AC drafts only to wilt in the windows. I don't know about others, but it's hard to write or do anything else in this glaring heat oven of a town.
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Charlottesville is similarly insufferable, except here it feels like a swamp. I went for a hike this afternoon and thought I was going to die.
It's funny the way we find bold new ways to complain.
On an unrelated note, I finished Daniel's collection the other night. If anyone is looking to dip into it, I recommend the penultimate story, "A Science for Being Alone." Good stuff.
i read in the richard yates biography that he'd rather write for hollywood in hollywood (which he hated) than teach writing in iowa city (which he must've hated more)
so yeah, the weather must be bad there
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