The seashore at Montauk, New York.
So I started this entry this afternoon but I'm posting it now at night after work and going to the gym.
Of weather note today, KDCA reached a daily record high 78F, surpassing the pre-National Airport daily record high of 76F set in 1930, and tying (for the third time) for the fourth warmest February day ever.
Sterling (LWX) infographic on the record warmth (highs and warm lows) for Feb. 20 and 21, 2018.
KIAD climbed to 77F -- blowing away its 70F daily record high from 1971 (its climate period goes back to 1960). Meanwhile, KBWI reached 76F, tying its pre-BWI Airport daily record of 76F set in 1930.
What's more, for record warm minima, KIAD's 45F set in 1981 doesn't have a prayer of standing, while KDCA and KIAD are likely to surpass their 51F in 1954 and 49F in 1981, respectively.
Top ten warmest February days for Washington, D.C., for the period Jan. 1, 1872 through Feb. 19, 2018.
For tomorrow, temps could flirt with 80F -- and if 80F is recorded at KDCA, it will be the earliest such occurrence of 80F in the D.C. weather record. It would also be only the third 80F reading ever in February behind the all-time warmest Feb. reading of 84F set Feb. 25, 1930 (pre-National Airport) and 82F set Feb. 28, 1948.
All-time February warmest high temperatures for KBWI and KIAD are:
KBWI: 83F on Feb. 25, 1930 (pre-BWI Airport record and occurring on same day as the DC all-time warmest record.)
KIAD: 79F on Feb. 25, 2000 and earlier on Feb. 24, 1985.
The KIAD one is likely to be tied, if not surpassed, tomorrow; less likely the other two spots.
What's more, all three airport stations have a chance to challenge their all-time February warmest low temperatures by Thursday morning to include:
KDCA: 61F on Feb. 17, 1891
KBWI: 58F on Feb. 17, 1981
KIAD: 55F on Feb. 17, 1976
Note all three airport stations have their all-time warmest highs and warmest lows on the same day of the month -- the 25th and 17th, respectively, although in different years (except the 1930 freakishly warm weather event).
These readings around about 30F above normal.
NWS/WPC 7-day cumulative precipitation total forecast (in inches) valid 12Z Feb. 20 - 12Z Feb. 27, 2018.
Thereafter, it will cool down somewhat to the lower 50s Fahrenheit by the end of the workweek (followed by 65F over the weekend) and there is an extended showery period in the offing, which is good.
Flowers and flowering blossoms are going to pop like crazy -- potentially even those damn Yoshino ("Japanese") cherry blossoms along the Tidal Basin.
Crocuses in bloom at the National Arboretum, Washington, D.C., February 19, 2018; photo by Flickr user Angela N. and featured in this CWG entry.
Well, another conflict-filled but otherwise empty, super-costly, overall fucking disaster of an extended holiday (Washington's Birthday) weekend has passed under the proverbial dilapidated bridge, and tonight is a gym night, although I'm not really feeling up for the jog part. I still have head cold and quite a sore throat.
I'll try to post a new entry later tonight. I should note that my MeTV reception continues to be quite shitty and it was explained to me by someone who knows well that WTTG sold its spectrum at auction for $118M, and by April 23rd, it must move its facilities to sister station WDCA. During this time, both stations will lose spectrum capacity as they share a channel.
It is possible that MeTV might just disappear from here in D.C. What's more, even if it survives, a new late weeknight schedule is set to begin March 5th -- and Carol Burnett & Friends and Perry Mason both vanish while the early '70s supernatural - themed Night Gallery anthology series begins.
Well, at least Wall-P -- a.k.a., Pitty Shil -- is earning boatloads of money.
Before ending, I would like to link to this Paul Krugman New York Times piece: The Content of the G.O.P.'s Character.
Concluding paragraphs are worth quoting in full:
So what happened to the character of the G.O.P.? I'm pretty sure that in this case the personal is, ultimately, political.
The modern G.O.P. is, to an extent never before seen in American history, a party built around bad faith, around pretending that its concerns and goals are very different from what they really are. Flag-waving claims of patriotism, pious invocations of morality, stern warnings about fiscal probity are all cover stories for an underlying agenda mainly concerned with making plutocrats even richer.
And the character flaws of the party end up being echoed by the character flaws of its most prominent members. Are they bad people who chose their political affiliation because it fits their proclivities, or potentially good people corrupted by the company they keep? Probably some of both.
In any case, let's be clear: America in 2018 is not a place where we can disagree without being disagreeable, where there are good people and good ideas on both sides, or whatever other bipartisan homily you want to recite. We are, instead, living in a kakistocracy, a nation ruled by the worst, and we need to face up to that unpleasant reality.
Here was a featured comment from "Sombrero" in California:
Indeed. The GOP certainly seems to have made cognitive distortion a central strategy in communicating their "message", along with a subtext of humiliation and ridicule incessantly directed at the Democratic party, the true animating principle of Trump's "base" and his go-to message when he needs their support, it being a familiar tactic of right-wing media, both print and broadcast. Note that there always has to be a human target for their propaganda to work, a corollary to the complete abdication of their own personal, and political, responsibility.
It's nihilism on par with other movements we have seen. In the end, they offer nothing on their own, can produce nothing of substance, existing only as a conduit of blind rage. It usually ends badly.
OK, ne last item before concluding this entry: I've figured out how to avoid goddamn 17th Street (between P and S Streets) completely -- including that ghetto dump of a Safeway with its outdoor homeless encampment. The only time I ever need to be on goddamn 17th Street is to meet Fred upstairs at Annie's on Fridays two or maybe three times a month.
This fellow has the right idea: To swim in a sunlit reef of a tropical sea.
OK, I'm going to sign off for now.