"Dry heat" is an institutionalized lie

I suppose the first post on this blog should be about what in the world is going on and why. All you really need to know is that I've moved across country to get a PhD in communication studies in this sweltering state of Arizona. In this process everyone I've ever talked to about moving here said the following words: "oh well it's a dry heat." 

Oh yeah? Tell me more about how you like to lie to people. As someone with naturally curly hair, it's still humid here. Trust me. 

As the kind and apprehensive couple in Bed Bath and Beyond told messy week as we collectively stared out at the torrential downpour, "well it's monsoon season." The casual monsoon season no one bothered to mention. So everyone who has ever mentioned to you this vague "dry heat" concept, regard them with skepticism as they have now been outed as liars. 

I have made it a goal in beginning this haphazard journey to blog several times a week mostly on my way to or from the office whitest riding public transit. I should also relay in detail how I had most of my belongings stolen while moving here, the mess of an apartment, and probably my teaching adventures too. So let's hang out on the interwebs and I'll tell all the stories that are too real to be made up. Fiction isn't this strange.