
// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico

// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico
Our air is pre-moistened for your convenience.
We don’t get weather, we get ‘mizzle’.
We dry our clothes via hopeful thinking.
A ‘chilly breeze’ finds every gap in your clothing.
That’s not a fog; it’s atmospheric soup.
The "microclimate" is a beloved London myth. People will swear that their particular square, due to some alignment of buildings, is a "sun trap" or that the wind "always whips around that corner." While there is some truth to urban canyon effects, much of it is folklore. It gives us a sense of localised knowledge and control. "Oh, don't worry, it always burns off by ten in Primrose Hill," someone will say, with the authority of a village elder, as the drizzle continues unabated. These beliefs are harmless superstitions, little weather religions we practice to feel we understand the capricious god of the London sky. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
We don’t get seasons, we get ‘mood swings’.
The climate is ideal for growing mildew.
The sky is practising watercolour techniques.
The wind will politely steal your hat.
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