Tacky-ass clothing

Literally. Well, only partly literally -- not actually sticky, but definitely butt-related.

Today I had every intention of going to the enormous book festival taking place on my campus. Not sponsored by said campus, merely hosting. But after biking to the farmer's market (today's semi-incomprehensible Spanish-English conversation with my never-talking-with-me-in-English friend involved the heat, and also I realized he calls me "amiga" but where the g is pronounced somewhere between h and kh which made me wonder if this means that he hails from southern Baja, which is the only place I've heard this pronunciation)** I found myself really not up for biking to campus. Esp. since I'm biking over early tomorrow for a meeting and to give a midterm.

So I headed to the beach instead. Inland here at my place it went up to 93 maybe (Celsius lovers can convert here) and although it was a bit cooler in Venice I found myself wanting shorts anyway. For some reason I have no beach shorts. And for other reasons, the pickings were pretty darn slim on the shore. And I found myself buying a pair of black athletic shorts with two white stripes down each side and the phrase Venice Beach Lifeguard on the back. I think I wore them ironically. That's what I keep telling myself...

**CORRECTION: Apparently I was mishearing, and my farmer friend is calling me mi'ija, an ellision of mi hija 'my daughter' and a term of endearment used with younger people. Mi'ijo for the boy types. Live and learn!