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suspended

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Oh that's lovely, Highway One from Big Sur to Los Angeles. I grew up about midway down, you probably drove through my town at some point. Buddies would play games driving the One, see how many (rented) convertible Mustangs with European tourists inside we saw. Mind you they were mostly Germans for some reason.

The South's the one bit I haven't driven around, beyond Louisiana. Really want to.

My Southwest trips in the desert are the most breathtaking and memorable though, I think. If you ever get a chance, fly into LA, hit Joshua Tree, then the Slab City community, trek around Arizona and New Mexico, then filter up into Colorado—after a week in desert, the sight of mountain country, with snow runoff lakes and pine trees is something else.
 

catalog

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Summers aren't so bad, it'll get up into the 80s, maybe 90s at points, but nothing extreme.

The winters are indeed brutal but the main problem is cars. Machines just don't run. Step outside with your smartphone it's dead in about 12 seconds or less. If you're bundled up, a walk isn't so bad. You do layers, I have a pair of long johns, then a pair of fleece sweatpants, then a pair of gortex pants to cover/protect from wind and snow. Up top, long-sleeve thermal, sweater, thick fur-lined jacket. Trapper hat or something on the head, throw in a scarf and good gloves, double socks, snow boots. Each layers gives you 15ish degrees more protection, so if you're properly bundled, -15 doesn't feel much different than 30F (0 C).

That said, we had temps of -40 and wind chill below -50 today. Apparently frostbite starts setting in after four or five minutes of exposed skin. Little gnarly. My partner Nico did a 3hr drive to the airport this morning, was a bit worrying whether her car would break down or.
Sounds mental in a good way as something to have a go at. The coldest I've ever been was in America, in Baltimore, went for a walk and got lost, thd dog was hyperventilating.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Imagine living here... I'd just curl up and die at minus fucking sixty-eight.

The small town of Verkhoyansk, home to 1,000 people in Russia's Yakutia region, broke the record on Saturday for the highest temperature ever recorded within the Arctic Circle, hitting a maximum of 38 degrees Celsius.
Verkhoyansk already held the record for the place with the greatest temperature range on Earth. Prior to today, temperatures in the small town have ranged between -68 and +37 degrees Celsius – a 105-degree difference. In Fahrenheit, that’s between -90 and +98.
 

craner

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Oh that's lovely, Highway One from Big Sur to Los Angeles. I grew up about midway down, you probably drove through my town at some point. Buddies would play games driving the One, see how many (rented) convertible Mustangs with European tourists inside we saw. Mind you they were mostly Germans for some reason.

The South's the one bit I haven't driven around, beyond Louisiana. Really want to.

My Southwest trips in the desert are the most breathtaking and memorable though, I think. If you ever get a chance, fly into LA, hit Joshua Tree, then the Slab City community, trek around Arizona and New Mexico, then filter up into Colorado—after a week in desert, the sight of mountain country, with snow runoff lakes and pine trees is something else.

Wait, hang on, you grew up in Morro Bay, right? We've had this conversation before. I stayed there.
 

suspended

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Sigh... yes.

Which is why I've occasionally found myself blogging, sometimes almost word for word, the same blog entry on one of my nonsense blogs like Hardly Baked that I did four or five years earlier, because it was similarly impulse-blogged in response to some video I'd stumbled on at YouTube. I stumble on it again and the same mental responses, amusement/bemusement are triggered. Thanks to the amnesiac effect of internet life I've completely forgotten that I blogged it before.

Perhaps that's why I'm getting a horrid feeling of deja vu - creeping suspicion that I have typed in thoughts similar to these at Dissensus before, on some earlier thread...
 

craner

Beast of Burden
I could have happily stayed in Morro Bay forever. Grown my hair, lived at a mellow pace, eating fish, hanging out, painting pictures.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Sigh... yes.

Yesterday in the Sophie thread I wrote this

I definitely think that if you have a spectrum ranging from totally far-out completely experimental stuff at one end and totally unadulterated pure pop at the other end, I would place Sophie nearer to the experimental end than she is normally presented as being. Not a bad thing necessarily but I feel that I often read the description of one of her tunes (particularly recently of course I've read a lot of people eulogising one or another of her songs and explaining why they like it) and then I listen to it and it doesn't tend to give me this fizzy pop hit that I'm expecting. In that sense I think that kind of description does her something of a disservice.
Edit: did I say that exact same thing before? I feel like I meant to say it before but I don't see it. But if I did apologies.

And if I did say it before it was indeed in response to the exact same idea (from @boxedjoy) that triggered it this time.
 

suspended

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It's almost as if our crafty little brains were trying to take credit! And to top it off, we're above critique, cuz our conscious selves don't know!
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
This is a real issue. The anxiety of influence. You read something two years later you spit it out reformulated as your own.
It's not that, it's that I had an idea (well, not really an idea, just a thought... barely even that in fact) and boxedjoy said something and I spat it out... but then it occurred to me that I think I've said it before, and I when I said it before it was in response to someone saying basically the same thing as BJ had said. So my issue is not so much that I subconsciously steal ideas and stupidly think that they are my own, but rather that what passes for my personality (apparently) consists of only a few (second-rate) ideas which I can be stimulated into regurgitating automatically when certain pre-programmed "buttons" chance to be pressed.
Which is much much worse.
 

suspended

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Ah I see I see. I misunderstood. Very amusing though! Pre-programmed buttons. A behavioralist's wetdream!
 
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