6 comments

1. I just walked from Blackburn/Oak Lawn to downtown. I squinted like a one-thousand-year-old Native American man a-meldin’ souls with a steel-spring-tough coyote; I lurched like a man with fatal snakebite, doomed but determined to damned well die trying; I stumbled like a blind man on a sterno binge, shaking off a silhouette of sweat to go where my shadow should’ve been. But do you think I complained? Why you pusilanimous phone jockeys couldn’t so much as file a wire report without an iced vanilla latte and your dad-blasted ubiquitous mePhone and an air-conditioned Hi-Fi connection. You make me sick.

   Daniel @ 2:36 pm on August 2, 2011

2. P.S. I was probably walking right by the Museum Tower in all my indomitable grit right about the time you captured this man’s grimness of spirit, his longing for merciful death and the implacability of his mirthless task, for your own climate-controlled sport.

   Daniel @ 2:42 pm on August 2, 2011

3. P.P.S. Oh, it was SpiderMonkey. Never mind!

   Daniel @ 2:45 pm on August 2, 2011

4. There must have been a sale on these umbrellas somewhere. Or perhaps they’re now an OSHA requirement. Construction crews working on SMU’s R. Gerald Turner Centennial Plaza were toiling away beneath the same brilliant ‘brellas this afternoon. Driving by, my car registered —°F (not kidding), so I think some shade was probably in order.

   B. L. Powell @ 5:13 pm on August 2, 2011

5. If only it were raining men.

   ts @ 5:23 pm on August 2, 2011

6. Sissies

   I was welding Monday afternoon in the sun without no girly shade cloth. I broke three bones in my welding hand Sunday. So I was not only welding without shade, I was welding without a glove on my welding hand. Soft casts aren’t worth a flip for burn protection if anyone asks.

   harvey lacey @ 4:08 pm on August 3, 2011