When I was younger — when Johnson (Lyndon, not Andrew) was president and when I had all my hair, albeit cut military-short — heat didn’t bother me. This Miami boy, who still pronounces it correctly as My-am-muh, didn’t wilt under the heat, literal or rhetorical.
But living in California since the late ’80s seems to have made me shed this ability. Not only have I resigned myself to the fact that I may never get another decent slice of Key Lime pie ever again, but I seem to have lost the ability to withstand the literal heat — last week’s heat wave really knocked me on my proverbial butt and I got nearly absolutely nothing done, except rearranging furniture — a neighbor is leaving and gave me a desk that is now the second work bench in HeliOS Solutions West.
But now, it’s time to play catch up.
Speaking of which, I know I owe some people phone calls. If you called me and I haven’t gotten back to you, I will. I promise. I spend a lot of time out in the community evangelizing and then scoot over to my “day job” at the newspaper, where in most cases I have an opportunity of calling and answering e-mails under the cloak of work.
Incidentally, today’s good news comes from Paris via Vancouver on the way to Oakland: It seems that Mandriva has shipped the Live CDs for Lindependence 2008. Merci, Mandriva. So far, as I’ve mentioned before, Mandriva is the only major distro — the key word here is “major” — that walks the walk.
17 degrees C (as they do it in France) and rising under clear skies.
