Santa Ana Winds

The Santa Ana winds are still blowing.  We had a day off with a rain storm.  But, as soon as the clouds were spent the Santa Ana cranked up again.  The Santa Ana is from hell.  All of the devilish dirt from the desert blows onto the coast.  The cactus pollens stimulate the body's defense system resulting in a full allergic attack.  The positive ions twist the mind and cause a malaise that can't be cured.  Raymond Chandler described it best. "It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen."  And anything does happen.  New Yorkers invite bodily harm by telling Californians that it is so beeyouteeful when you can't even see because the eyes are swollen shut from scratching them.  Oh yeah, it does appear to be clear and if you are so insensitive as to say its beeyouteeful to a Californian you might not experience the full effect of a Santa Ana.

And if the body going to hell isn't enough, one spark, one little ole cigarette butt, one backfire of a jalopy will result in more land burning than one can imagine.  There isn't enough firefighters in the west to put out all the fires that get going during a Santa Ana.  I don't know how far north these winds go and south?  According to the weather reports there is nothing south of the border.  No fires, no weather, nothing but a void.  So the last time the Santa Ana fanned the flames of a firestorm it covered a good portion of San Diego County with other fires to the north.  And as I have noted the fires, unlike humans, stopped right at the border.  Maybe there is a pleasure sitting on the hillside of Mexico watching Gringoland roast.  I am surprised the Republicans didn't promise to put a stop to it.  Perhaps they also believe in a weather free market and if global warming or Santa Anas want to bedevil us its God's will.  The good folks in Santa Ana, California tried to give an alternate explanation as to why we call these winds Santa Anas, however, the consensus is the winds are named Santa Ana for the mountain passes in the Santa Ana mountains to the east of Santa Ana the city, and Santa Ana the saint is powerless to stop this defamation of her name.  So even with work to do, I can't think.  My skin is crawling and I am thinking that Santa Ana days should be holidays, call everything off so we can chill.