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How I learned to stop worrying and love summer. (Well, sort of...).

I am not a summer person. Not only that, but I wince every time someone describes sunshine and high temperatures as “good weather.” To me, good weather is darkness and coolness. And the best weather is a thunderstorm. But I am hesitant to share this, lest I come off as a joykill or a wannabe punk.

When I lived in Georgia (almost 10 years), I struggled to find anything to like about summer. The brightness gave me a migraine. I didn’t like the heat or humidity. Yet the air conditioning felt nothing like a natural breeze. My apartment was my refuge. But I still felt a sense of alienation when I heard the sounds of the streets below. The season soured my mood.

I attribute my reverse seasonal depression to my childhood in South Florida. In the American tropics, seasons do not exist. It’s one endless humid summer. And I don’t recall my time in Florida fondly. My parents fought non-stop. The houses in my neighborhood were owned by retirees and vacant most of the year. So, I had few companions. Even if I had wanted to venture outside, I was constantly warned to avoid the sun because of my family’s history of skin cancer. I associate the Florida weather with these experiences.

Relief came when my father got a new job and relocated us to Oregon. We were there for 2 years before we moved to Michigan to be closer to family. When my parents split, I went with my mother to Atlanta. Two years ago, I headed to Washington solo.

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie: The Principles

Part 1: Fundamental Techniques in Handling People

1. Principle 1: Don’t criticize, condemn, or complain
   • People don’t criticize themselves for anything (?)
   • Animals rewarded for good behavior learn more rapidly and retain what they learn more than animals who are punished for bad behavior.
   • People don’t change in response to criticism.

Glasses are making a comeback

Until recently, a pair of glasses was a big purchase. It probably wasn’t that long ago that you tried-on dozens of frames in your optometrist’s office, only to realize that your favorite pair carried a price tag upwards of $300. The price may or may not have included the lenses. You might have coughed up the money, especially if you needed to justify your purchase of vision insurance. Or you may have taken your prescription to Walmart or Target, hoping to find cheaper options. Still, you may have just gone with contact lenses, which were less of an investment.

Teenage bedroom rapper Safario spits quarantine anthems

While most of us have been picking lint from between our toes and complaining about cabin-fever, 19-year-old Polish-born musician Safario has been hard at work. From his home in Oslo, Safario (whose real name is Kacper Tratkowski), has been churning out singles that may be just what we need in these trying times. The tracks are upbeat, filled with buoyant synth layered on snappy percussion. Safario’s vocals are equal parts rap and dance, with brilliant rhyme sequences that are both rhythmically complex and melodic enough to hum. It’s difficult to place Safa (as his fans call him) in any rap subgenre. But, experimental pop rap seems to fit the bill.

Evidence

Lynn looked up from her notes and at the young man sitting opposite her. He had thick glasses and wore a wool sweater with a collar poking out. He was more clean cut than she had expected for someone facing a public nuisance charge.