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  • hardie karges 6:12 pm on June 15, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: heat, , Tucson   

    Staying Cool–in 108F/42C Heat… 

    When Tucsonans say, “Stay cool,” that is no comment on the city’s notable hipness. That is a comment on the city’s heat. Today it hit 108F/42C, equal to the hottest day in of all 2014. And I didn’t turn on the A/C, either. Do I pass? Do I get a merit badge?

     
  • hardie karges 5:02 pm on June 1, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , temperatures, Tucson, weather   

    Forget the bon temps, let the good temps roll… 

    Gila_monster_spitToday the temps touch 104f/40c in Tucson, right on schedule, just like clockwork, welcome to June, welcome to summer, four more months exactly like this, they say, but I wouldn’t know, to be sure, even the Gila monsters go looking for air conditioning, and I go looking for Prozac, or some suitable substitute, as this could be rough, not like a couple months ago when hopes were long and days were short, when nights were cool and the smell of honeysuckle signaled the end of winter, even though they probably don’t have honeysuckle here, so mesquite blossoms or something like that, desert flowers and spring showers, and all that rap, so far from God, so close to Mexico…

     
    • mary 6:01 pm on June 1, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Forget the prozac, find you some sativa, it will lift you up out of those blues.

  • hardie karges 5:06 pm on May 26, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , bricks, Tucson, work   

    The Past Speaks in Broken Bricks, Broken Promises, and Broken English 

    Brick handiwork

    Brick handiwork–Territorial Arizona 1901

    Tucson, Arizona 2015–I especially like the small imperfections, like when a brick had to be hacked to fit into a too-small space, or the mortar had to be thicker just to reach the ceiling or the mason dropped a stitch when a cigarette burnt his lips or the mortar got slathered sloppily when the helper forgot to tie his shoelace or the foreman was trying to remember the Spanish word for bricks and blocks and the clock kept lurching in ticks and tocks and somebody thought they saw the stigmata of Jesus, corpus christi or the Virgin of Guadelupe in the blemishes of the bricks but you don’t get paid until you finish the work so here I am one hundred years later building a church where unlicensed workmen only saw simple shelter…

     
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