Originally published at: In Southern California, they call the wind Santa Ana | Boing Boing
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Obligatory Chandler quotation on this:
There was a desert wind blowing that night. 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. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.
Wind that blows from the Pacific to the land is an “onshore wind”.
Hot, dry, and howling. Every year. They even have their own scent, they bring the smell of the desert with them.
Southern California’s version of this. As if having to stay inside because of the forest fire smoke over the last week wasn’t depressing enough.
Just ban them. Have an Santa Ana Ban. Ban the Anas, Santa Banned Anas…
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ETA much later: Oh come on people must I say it out loud? With a protest placard?
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Ban Anas?
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No, the answer is clearly better raking of the desert.
Steely Dan is from NY and Kingston Trio is from CA, so I’ll stick with them on this one
They aren’t still stuck under the streets of Boston?
In one of those sandwiches handed through the window as the train came rumbling through there must have been an extra nickel, because they’re not still there
It’s nice (I love warm nights), but they also bring out the firebugs.
Every time this happens all the media starts to say “Lucky we haven’t had any major fires recently, but conditions are just brimming for a giant conflagration”, and lo and behold someone starts a fire.
It’s almost like mass advertising works.
Between that and all of the utilities’ shitty maintenance of equipment/infrastructure, we’re basically fucked.
By the way, Keller Peak Fire Lookout has the greatest view following a Santa Ana wind event. Plus, you can look out before another fire that starts up across the Los Angeles basin.
Blimey, Chandler got dark.
Damn, you beat me to it. One of my favourite songs from the entire series.
Moving to the US from Italy, I was sad to discover that most places in the country don’t have names for the winds. It seemed to me such a lack of connection to place and direction not to have a good idea of where the winds were coming from on any day.
In Italy the three I knew the best were the Tramontana (from the North), the Levante (from the East) and the Scirocco (SE).
The Scirocco blows up from the Sahara Desert, picks up sand and carries it over the Mediterranean. I remember waking up some mornings and seeing the world outside bright orange. Honestly bright orange, as if I was wearing orange sunglasses.