wind
Today was defined by wind. I said it had stopped earlier, and for the most part it did; at least, up here by 17th Street. And even 3rd Street was calm(ish) and even hot, so much so that I thought I'd go down to the beach and watch people playing in the water. Only somehow there was still wind at the beach, blowing the sand up from nearly at the water's edge and sending it right in to my eyes and mouth. I could understand why sailors in RH Dana's day weren't so happy with Los Angeles as a port: in an onshore wind it couldn't have been much fun to be anchored out there. Also it was kind of cold. I did see one brave boy in work boots and jeans go in up to his knees, but he was the only one. It was more a day for the piping plovers (or whatever kind of plovers we have here), and I was greatly amused watching them.
We walked around the Prominade this evening, and we went in the Apple store and looked at this blog on a 23 inch Apple Cinema display. I was very proud to see that it flowed quite well accross that immense space, one of the few sites to do so (the Apple site itself looks kind of silly, a little column dwarfed by an equal amount of white space on each side).
After the Prominade, we went to the grocery store and picked up some chips and beer. Now we're almost ready for the game: it only remains to get some guacamole from the Co-op. I have a strange desire for guacamole now that I'm in California, and I thought I'd be able to gratify it at the farmers market tomorrow morning... but Leah tells me I missed it, it's not on Sunday but on Saturday. Ah well. Next time.