it's getting hot in here
Jul. 23rd, 2006 06:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emchyhee - that line from that song makes me laugh the most
mostly because when i worked for the film festival there were these satellite offices in the hallway. because of the funky air system in the new building, these rooms were always freezing - no matter how hot the rest of the building or the weather outside. there were no windows either. just cold air vents. one day when everyone was uber stressy the gay boyfriend walks in and sings "it's getting cold in here - so put on all your clothes" the room full of stress monkeys fell apart in laughter. one of my favorite memories.
and now it is warm here. i feel spoiled that i am loving it. oh it's hot and i can't really bear to keep clothes on. but i love it. i was talking to the pal yesterday about it. and there is this thing. when it gets hot - it forces me to relax,. to move slower. to drink water. or beer. or just be spontaeous or whatever because planning and efficiency - they aren't for hot places. not for me. michigan summers of 85 and 90% humidity taught me well. my favorite trips to new orleans have been in the julys and augusts. where i drink the coldest drinks, wear little clothes, sweat a lot, and walk slow where ever my spirit takes me. i tend to not get mad in heat. cranky sometimes. and then an iced whoosit or whatnot and i am fine.
my anxious, cranky, stressed out, total punctuality obsession just leaves me in the heat. so i sit here typing in an old slip. drinking a cold hard cider. getting ready to cook corn. and feel like it's all good. maybe later i'll go for a walk. or go swing at the playground. or something totally random. either way. it's fine. and i feel like this so rarely - it's a total gift.
again it reminds me that real summers, hot summers, are good for me.
mostly because when i worked for the film festival there were these satellite offices in the hallway. because of the funky air system in the new building, these rooms were always freezing - no matter how hot the rest of the building or the weather outside. there were no windows either. just cold air vents. one day when everyone was uber stressy the gay boyfriend walks in and sings "it's getting cold in here - so put on all your clothes" the room full of stress monkeys fell apart in laughter. one of my favorite memories.
and now it is warm here. i feel spoiled that i am loving it. oh it's hot and i can't really bear to keep clothes on. but i love it. i was talking to the pal yesterday about it. and there is this thing. when it gets hot - it forces me to relax,. to move slower. to drink water. or beer. or just be spontaeous or whatever because planning and efficiency - they aren't for hot places. not for me. michigan summers of 85 and 90% humidity taught me well. my favorite trips to new orleans have been in the julys and augusts. where i drink the coldest drinks, wear little clothes, sweat a lot, and walk slow where ever my spirit takes me. i tend to not get mad in heat. cranky sometimes. and then an iced whoosit or whatnot and i am fine.
my anxious, cranky, stressed out, total punctuality obsession just leaves me in the heat. so i sit here typing in an old slip. drinking a cold hard cider. getting ready to cook corn. and feel like it's all good. maybe later i'll go for a walk. or go swing at the playground. or something totally random. either way. it's fine. and i feel like this so rarely - it's a total gift.
again it reminds me that real summers, hot summers, are good for me.
