It's hot here in Portland. In fact, it's almost as hot as the hottest it's ever been here. And when it's this hot, it's hard to think, move, breathe, and be, and all I seem to say is "I'm hot" or "It's hot isn't it?" or "Man, I'm so dang hot I could sear a steak on my left thigh". Weather talk has always fascinated me, so much so, that I used to gather groups of people to discuss the rain, snow, sleet, wind, heat, and cool breeze in greater, and more absurd, depth. This heatwave has made me nostalgic for such musings, so perhaps I'll call up everyone I know in Portland to discuss various levels of sultriness while we all sit inside a giant baby pool gobbling up watermelon rind. And here is an entertaining video for all mundane enthusiasts.