Tuesday, June 03, 2008
"Summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage." - Regina Spektor
Yes, summer is upon us and Regina Spektor nailed one of the only positive things about this wretched season. I hate summer, mostly because of the heat. It is no fun to have a perpetual pool of back sweat soaking through my shirts for three months. I have to do my best to avoid the evil sun because my alabaster skin just can't handle it. On top of it all, the back of my neck gets dirty and gritty. Ugh.
Let's face it: Autumn is the King of All Seasons. The temperature is the most comfortable. The clothes are the best. The rustling of golden leaves underfoot takes you back to more innocent times. Fight songs fill the air of college stadiums around the country. And the Great Pumpkin shows up, if your pumpkin patch is sincere enough. Sigh. But, much like how I sit through the just-okay "My Name Is Earl" to get to the insanely-awesome "The Office" every Thursday, we must suffer through summer before we can get to fall.
Over the next several days I'll give you guys what I like to call Summertime Requisites. These are the things that you'll need to survive these dogs days. Included are all manner of music, movies, TV shows, books, booze, and whatnot. Trust me, you'll be needing this stuff in order to get through the 90+ degree days.
So keep an eye out here and you just may make it to September.