If the liquification of every cell in your body is something you aspire to experience, then I sincerely suggest you come to Portland sometime within the next few days. The heat was so intense today that it rendered outdoor excursions impossible save for a few as short as possible dashes into a nearby rose garden to snap pictures of my questionably decent outfit. I'm not sure if these shorts are bloomers or not. They're loose and impossibly thin, so they seemed like an absolutely perfect garment choice given the incredibly high potential for stickily sweaty thighs today, but their lingerie-like appearance does induce more than a few awkward glances while one runs through the life-draining heat. The appropriateness of transposing clothing of possible lingerie status into non-bedroom situations has kind of become an overriding dressing philosophy for me as of late much to the chagrin of just about everyone I know. A collared button-down shirt was my half-hearted attempt to make these shorts slightly less reminiscent of 1950's cinematic romance scene. I'm not really sure that the shirt actually helped at all, but the airy volume of these maybe bloomers was so welcome given today's rather extreme weather conditions. I can't really care.