music: Rufus Wainwright - In a Graveyard

Just taking a moment to reflect on a Saturday in Philadelphia. The heat has finally loosened its grip on us, and people are walking around happily...in pants. Windows are down and the gas doesn't have to work so hard to maintain motion and body temperature. The stairs to our apartment no longer lead to pseudo hell-fire as the temperature no longer climbs 5 degrees with each step up. As the city often clings together under losing sports teams, losing olympic bids, and climbing murder rates, we once again agreed that 117 is just way too hot.