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August 27, 2010


Well, there you go, Ruchira. You've just "deconstructed" the weather.

This brings to mind two of my rants. I live in the so-called Bay Area (as if there were but one bay on the planet), where I admit the weather is usually glorious. Prior to moving here I lived in Southern California, not far from the foothills of the San Gabriels, where summers are oppressively hot and smoggy. So I'm grateful for the adjustment. But I tire--perhaps hypocritically--of the endless self-congratulation up here about the weather. I mean, it's one thing to celebrate the restaurants (which are way better in Los Angeles, by the way) or the museums (like I've been to one lately). These are both cultural phenomena in which locals might understandably take pride, because they built and patronize them. But weather? Everybody has weather, and all kinds of weather are remarkable, and while some weather may be more or less comfortable than other weather, it's always there as a feature of the terrain, unlike, say, a four-star restaurant.

Similarly, I don't get why houses or apartments "with a view" somehow merit a premium on the rent or value. All residences have a view, even if it's only the fire escape on the neighboring building or the badly carpeted corridor to the neighbor's pad. Heck, the view from our very tiny place is a dive bar, where a taco truck drives up weekend nights. Beyond that, it's a hill that obscures a view of...the Bay! I guess I'm an equal opportunity viewer, because I am always happy to take in our view. I admit that departing from work from the building up a hill in Berkeley I am impressed when on some clear days I catch a profile of the Golden Gate Bridge over the shimmering water, but I fail to see how that vision exceeds in monetary terms that of the taco truck. Not to mention, heck, I get paid--so far, at least--to go to (and thus from) work.

If winter comes, can spring be far behind ?( P. B. Shelley, British poet )

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