91F and 52% humidity in my area of upstate NY, which is considered somewhat “extreme” here.
My kid is up in the middle of Maine, it’s hotter up there right now than the middle of Texas.
I first noticed Ann Miller in one her last films, and subsequently saw one or two of her early dancing films. But this number in Kiss Me Kate, is really quite amazing.
I’ve been bingeing on certain artists, one after the other, and this opening stanza comes to mind.
Man, it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper, and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita
My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You’re my reason for reason
The step in my groove, yeah
Heat wave song: Temperature’s up to 93. Which is a cool day in a Texas summer. If there is something to do outside, try to do it before 10 AM.
From fourth grade memories:
Whether the weather be fine, or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot,
We’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.
While I learned this as a song, YouTube renditions are mostly without music.
My kid is up in the middle of Maine, it’s hotter up there right now than the middle of Texas.
This is very uncommon. During the winter, it seems to happen at least once a year that a warm wave in New England results in higher temperature there than in Texas, which is then experiencing a cold wave.
Relative humidity is not a good measure of uncomfortable summer heat. Because, assuming the actual amount of moisture in the air is the same, the % goes down as the temperature rises during the day and goes up when temperature falls at night. “90 degrees and 90% humidity” doesn’t happen in the real world, except maybe on the Persian Gulf coast. The numbers don’t work that way.
Dew point is where it’s at for measuring uncomfortable humidity. A dew point of 60 degrees will start to feel sticky, once you get to 65 or so it’s pretty uncomfortable, and once you get into the 70’s, it’s agonizing. Right now in Jackson MS it’s 91 degrees with a sauna-like dew point of 77 degrees.
Right now in NYC the RH is 34%. Doesn’t sound that bad but that represents a temperature of 100 and a dew point of 67 degrees. Not fun, especially in NYC. I used this dew point calculator to get that RH:
Of course, this heat wave never would have happened if we weren’t all selfish creatures destroying the earth with our indulgent ways, driving the wrong kind of cars and raising way too many cows.
Then there is this stanza in the middle of a modern classic:
Hugging and a-kissing
Dancing and a-loving
Wearing next to nothing
‘Cause it’s hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
Yeah, the whole shack shimmies
The whole shack shimmies
When everybody’s moving around
And around and around and around
______
Here’s one that most don’t know. New Orleans style.
Sunlight blinking through the cypress knees
Lays shadow steps in front of Jacob and me
As if we’re guided by the heavens’ eye
On a ladder road down to the levee town
Quick as lightning, news is frightening
Kayla, my neighbor, where you running to?
Yelling, “Thunder! The prophets have not blundered
The great locks are opening soon.”
The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
Whoa, they’re rocking the cradle
But some day we’ll rock-a-bye and roll
Out the red carpet ‘long the Atchafalaya
And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
And raise Cain down in the levee town
I heard old Moses was hired to go
By the Corps of Engineers to run this show
Out of the Basin, two by two
Just ask Noah, he knows what to do
The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
Whoa, they’re rocking the cradle
But some day we’ll rock-a-bye and roll
Out the red carpet ‘long the Atchafalaya
And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
And raise Cain down in the levee town
In the eye of the storm, we will face our fears
At the reckoning place, all channels wind up here
Live oaks point the way
With twisted trunks under mossy drapes
So pull back the curtain, the Devil be damned
Into the fog, we will make our stand
But the word gets around, so don’t be surprised
At who shows up down in the levee town
The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
Hey, they’re rocking the cradle
But some day rock-a-bye and roll
Out the red carpet ‘long the Atchafalaya
And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
And raise Cain down in the levee town
84 F in Abq and it’s raining hard.
I’m sitting in a café which used to be a garage. It’s got a high roof and you can hear the rain beating down.
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I’m a big Cole Porter fan and I enjoy the musical, “Kiss me Kate,” but that song in that musical is more than forced. I always wondered how it got in there? Did Porter, or someone else insist on it? I bet there’s a good story there.
My wife and I were married here 35 years ago this month. Temperature was hotter on our wedding day than today. No mention back then of anything particularly unusual, other than it being summer. The record high for that day here was set 38 years prior, in 1952. This year we had a longer, colder (and wetter) spring than normal.
The right way to attain climate perfection has been described in detail in “Camelot”. No need of any net zero goal, since by decree “july and august cannot be too hot”.
Ella, Gershwin and y’know, summertime: https://youtu.be/6pdyiK5kziw
91F and 52% humidity in my area of upstate NY, which is considered somewhat “extreme” here.
My kid is up in the middle of Maine, it’s hotter up there right now than the middle of Texas.
I first noticed Ann Miller in one her last films, and subsequently saw one or two of her early dancing films. But this number in Kiss Me Kate, is really quite amazing.
I’ve been bingeing on certain artists, one after the other, and this opening stanza comes to mind.
Man, it’s a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper, and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita
My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You’re my reason for reason
The step in my groove, yeah
Heat wave song: Temperature’s up to 93. Which is a cool day in a Texas summer. If there is something to do outside, try to do it before 10 AM.
From fourth grade memories:
While I learned this as a song, YouTube renditions are mostly without music.
This is very uncommon. During the winter, it seems to happen at least once a year that a warm wave in New England results in higher temperature there than in Texas, which is then experiencing a cold wave.
Merrymen, “Feelin Hot Hot Hot”: https://youtu.be/rbc_LxfhSoY
Relative humidity is not a good measure of uncomfortable summer heat. Because, assuming the actual amount of moisture in the air is the same, the % goes down as the temperature rises during the day and goes up when temperature falls at night. “90 degrees and 90% humidity” doesn’t happen in the real world, except maybe on the Persian Gulf coast. The numbers don’t work that way.
Dew point is where it’s at for measuring uncomfortable humidity. A dew point of 60 degrees will start to feel sticky, once you get to 65 or so it’s pretty uncomfortable, and once you get into the 70’s, it’s agonizing. Right now in Jackson MS it’s 91 degrees with a sauna-like dew point of 77 degrees.
Right now in NYC the RH is 34%. Doesn’t sound that bad but that represents a temperature of 100 and a dew point of 67 degrees. Not fun, especially in NYC. I used this dew point calculator to get that RH:
https://www.calculator.net/dew-point-calculator.html
Of course, this heat wave never would have happened if we weren’t all selfish creatures destroying the earth with our indulgent ways, driving the wrong kind of cars and raising way too many cows.
Then there is this stanza in the middle of a modern classic:
Hugging and a-kissing
Dancing and a-loving
Wearing next to nothing
‘Cause it’s hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies
Yeah, the whole shack shimmies
The whole shack shimmies
When everybody’s moving around
And around and around and around
______
Here’s one that most don’t know. New Orleans style.
Sunlight blinking through the cypress knees
Lays shadow steps in front of Jacob and me
As if we’re guided by the heavens’ eye
On a ladder road down to the levee town
Quick as lightning, news is frightening
Kayla, my neighbor, where you running to?
Yelling, “Thunder! The prophets have not blundered
The great locks are opening soon.”
The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
Whoa, they’re rocking the cradle
But some day we’ll rock-a-bye and roll
Out the red carpet ‘long the Atchafalaya
And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
And raise Cain down in the levee town
I heard old Moses was hired to go
By the Corps of Engineers to run this show
Out of the Basin, two by two
Just ask Noah, he knows what to do
The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
Whoa, they’re rocking the cradle
But some day we’ll rock-a-bye and roll
Out the red carpet ‘long the Atchafalaya
And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
And raise Cain down in the levee town
In the eye of the storm, we will face our fears
At the reckoning place, all channels wind up here
Live oaks point the way
With twisted trunks under mossy drapes
So pull back the curtain, the Devil be damned
Into the fog, we will make our stand
But the word gets around, so don’t be surprised
At who shows up down in the levee town
The river is high and the sandbags are sinking low
Hey, they’re rocking the cradle
But some day rock-a-bye and roll
Out the red carpet ‘long the Atchafalaya
And we’ll snake up the river and rejoice in style
Break out a bottle of fine gulping wine
And raise Cain down in the levee town
84 F in Abq and it’s raining hard.
I’m sitting in a café which used to be a garage. It’s got a high roof and you can hear the rain beating down.
Nice.
Hop in my Chrysler it’s as big as a whale: https://youtu.be/9SOryJvTAGs
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Snow up in the hills this past weekend
Cornhead:
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I’m a big Cole Porter fan and I enjoy the musical, “Kiss me Kate,” but that song in that musical is more than forced. I always wondered how it got in there? Did Porter, or someone else insist on it? I bet there’s a good story there.
My wife and I were married here 35 years ago this month. Temperature was hotter on our wedding day than today. No mention back then of anything particularly unusual, other than it being summer. The record high for that day here was set 38 years prior, in 1952. This year we had a longer, colder (and wetter) spring than normal.
Stay safe, everyone!
Sister Rosetta Tharp – Didn’t It Rain?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9a49oFalZE&list=RDY9a49oFalZE&start_radio=1
The right way to attain climate perfection has been described in detail in “Camelot”. No need of any net zero goal, since by decree “july and august cannot be too hot”.
Related:
https://www.foxnews.com/video/6374749286112