A Cruel Vision of Paradise

Southern California has had some marvellous weather. I can only imagine what it was like, oh, say back in the eighteenth century -- or 14th century -- before all the yahoos got here. But the last 5 or 6 weeks has probably been the greatest spell of perfect weather in the history of meteorology. It was so nice this weekend that Yorba Linda spontaneously combusted and nearly burned to the ground.

A photo of Oceanside today:



Almost impossibly perfect. In truth, the surf was rather small in most spots. But just big enough here. Impeccable atmospherics. And me, stuck in purgatory, twiddling bit operators. Quo vadis?