July 17, 2006

Random Commuter Thoughts

I wonder if there are any gov'mint postings open on the Ross Ice Shelf at the moment.

Too darn hot, I tell ya.

UPDATE: In the timely coincidences department, Basil Seal posts on the history of seersucker.

Posted by Robert at July 17, 2006 07:41 AM | TrackBack
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You could try Fairbanks.

Posted by: Jordana at July 17, 2006 07:45 AM

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Posted by: The Game at July 17, 2006 08:01 AM

I always liked the look of seersucker, but I tried a suit on once made of it and I look appalling in it.

I think one would have to be about 5'8", 150lbs to get away with wearing it. On big men it looks silly.


Posted by: The Colossus at July 17, 2006 10:26 AM

I'm speaking of the classic blue and white striped seersucker suit.

In a solid, it might be doable.

Posted by: The Colosss at July 17, 2006 10:27 AM

DC summers are gross. When we lived there, a long-time resident characterized the swampy air as someone else's exhaled breath. Ugh.

(Note well: the temp down here in the Dallas area is 105 today).

Posted by: JohnL at July 17, 2006 11:38 AM

I dunno, I think it's more of a personality thing. My God-father and his son are really big guys, but they can both pull it off (and have done so) because of what I can only describe as their innate panache. I think it's all a confidence game.

Having said that, I will also say that I don't have the confidence to do it - I wind up looking self-conscious and dorky. So I'm left with my hot-weather blazer and khakis.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at July 17, 2006 11:41 AM

My Mother was wearing a pink and white seersucker suit the day my oldest brother dropped acid, flipped out, and headed into the woods not to be found for two days... I recall my Mother sitting at the kitchen table in her suit (which I thought at the time looked quite good on her) crying as the police milled around.
My brother was finally found, a bit of frostbite on his feet, and all returned "back to normal". My mother threw the suit in the trash and never bought seersucker again...
Just can't get behind seersucker to this day. I'd rather sweat (or become "moist" as some women like to put it).

Posted by: Babs at July 17, 2006 11:53 AM

My gift to my husband when he finished law school was a seersucker suit. He alternates that with his khaki and navy lightweight poplin suits during the summer when he can't get away with just dressing down and wearing a Polo shirt.

Posted by: Jordana at July 17, 2006 01:46 PM