Bread & Skeletons

The summer is arriving and invading my body, at this point in the middle of June, like an alien. I have always been a hater of hot weather. The sun just doesn't need to be that bright, and the temperature doesn't need to be that high. Ideally, I should be wearing a jumper, and I know that if that is not the case, something is going wrong. It's not even summer yet, but it doesn't matter. It's more summer than ever.

I'm not a big fan of the cold either - ultimately I'd really prefer it if it stayed mild - but summer heat is my truest enemy. I don't want to heat up, or wear less clothes, or slather gloopy sunscreen all over myself. I just want to chill. And so, every year, that nugget of hatred returns to my heart. I am a hot summer hater, and I will never relent.

Nevertheless, I can't deny the appeal of blooming flowers and cool drinks on balconies, and other such restful, lazy delights. The bugs of the world are treated to a feast - sugar and filth cooking nicely on every surface, and a pollen count reaching the millions. Elon Musk became an official, capital T Trillionaire yesterday (I am including news items in my blog posts now), and the plants of the city have reached a similar staggering status as pollen emitters. Before a few months ago I had never experienced the hell of hayfever. I was one of the people who are, instead, allergic to the inside (dust allergy), but now I have finally entered the world of outside allergy. And I don't like it.

I am, at this point, eating the softest baguettes available in the world. Cultivating a taste for fresh and flour-coated bread with the perfect crust. It's sickening how easy it is to develop an exacting standard. France's legally controlled traditional baguette ("une tradi") is one of the greatest things ever made on this Earth, and now I've had enough of them I know I'm going to be stamping my feet in entitled rage when I don't have access to them. It's really sad to see yourself go down this hole into a hell of your own making. Because you dared to access real, true pleasure. You can track the price of this type of baguette with the important website Le Baguette Index - tradis currently cost between 0.80€ and 1.95€. And this, dear reader, is the pricey baguette. Mind-boggling.

Beautiful cow, btw.

In any case, I have seen something beautiful and really cute that I'd like to share with you. Put the June heat and the beautiful baguette out of your mind. Here comes the star:

This is a chimpanzee skeleton housed in the Musée de l'Homme, in Paris. I love all manner of human-adjacent skeletons, but in particular I love fetal skeletons (their huge heads and tiny bodies are adorable), and, similarly, this small, sweet ape. Aww. What a cutie.