i live in what is now mostly called Tucson in the southern part of what is now known to many as the state of Arizona (it is and has always been Oʼodham land, baby). This little plot is situated in the Bronx Park neighborhood just north of downtown, the runoff from this lovely parcel of paradise runs to the Bronx Wash before making its way to the Santa Cruz River. In studying what historic aerial images are publicly available I have a strong suspicion that the mature mesquite trees in the yard have been around since this area was undeveloped wash flood plains. Our house was built in 1934, along with about 30% of the neighborhood being built in this era. The rest of the houses were built as infill on subdivided lots in and around Y2K. ok, sorry, just setting the scene. we are in the Sonoran Desert, the northernmost reaches of the biome and its arid extremity. it is hot. in the summer from late April through October it can be pretty volatile and warm, especially if you are like me and would prefer to be about 72 degrees all the time (island boi).
i thought i would make a little blogger about the mechanical and organic tactics we have been deploying around the house to make these hot months more pleasant. in case you are curious.
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disclaimer: i came into adulthood under the loose supervision of an eclectic crowd of bio nerds, anarchist bike mechanics, vegan zinesters, and smelly smelly dr bronners punkx. DIY fix shit up vibes. as i get older i’m trying to be more intentional about leaning in to these youthful proclivities and sharing whatever experiences seem useful to other dorkus molorkii out there on this abismally saturated web 3.0
thats all folks.
if you have any questions at all about any of this stuff, happy to nerd out wit you, just leave a comment below.
peace & love,
free palestine!
-e
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