Week of the Turquoise Coyote
Let's state the obvious: Arizona is hot as hell. Phoenix was never meant to be a dreamy urban hotspot. From the beginning it was a bitter fist in an ancient battle between God and man. In this case, I think God won and we humans were left with a sprawled out, 80's-bowling-alley-styled city to overcook for eternity like school cafeteria chicken. I've walked a lot the past weeks: it's my favorite way to experience a city. That, or running. Something something about feet on pavement. You get a real feel for the pace of the city, for the friendliness and humanity via foot. Phoenix, although it's a boiling pot of misplaced palm trees, has surprising pockets of sympathy for the human soul. A real A+ Fitzgerald situation. “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.” ― Fitzgerald F. Scott, The Great Gatsby Seriously; things like the light rail, the public library or pockets of parks serve as humani
