The Heat is On and Story Poles

It's November and it's frickin' hot. The high was 88 degrees. I almost went to the beach. Instead my roommate dragged me down to the track, and we ran. I did get some satisfaction watching him hack up a lung afterwards. It is never a good idea to run. Even moreso when the Santa Anna wins are blowing. You learning your lesson roommate. Let's not make the same mistake again.

On another note, driving around here in Malibu, I quite often see long wooden poles with stretchy orange netting on top. It's funny. They kind of make the skeleton of a square or some other shape. I, in my wonderful speculation powers, assumed that this was to mark the location of future buildings. In a place like Malibu where the view of the ocean is quite important, a device like this is necessary to allow neighbors and others to identify how the new building will affect their view. They are called story poles and help stuffy Malibu residents decide how pissed off they should be at their new neighbors based on how much of their view they will be blocking.

It's nice to guess and be right.