Monday, 04 June 2001 | Heat and noise

Today marks the beginning of oppressive heat. In my old, uninsulated house, there are roughly two months of comfortable weather, when leaving the windows open regulates the temperature rather than mandates extremes. Of course with open windows comes the sounds of the street below, which, on my street, are often obnoxious yelps from nearby parties or the screaming tires of cars being driven in circles in the adjacant parking lot. Sometimes you can hear birds and squirrels and other unidentifiable creatures, and last night brought the music of a jazz band next door, the liquid saxophone wafting through the house. I climbed out of my window and sat on the roof listening until giant insects brought me back inside.