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

// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico
The light in London has a unique quality, praised by artists for centuries. It's not the clear, sharp light of the Mediterranean; it's a diffused, liquid light, filtered through countless water droplets in the air. It softens edges, blends colours, and gives everything a pearly, luminous glow. This is all very romantic until you realize the cause: perpetual, hovering moisture. The famous "London light" is essentially the visual effect of living inside a cloud. It makes the city photogenic in a melancholic way, but it also means that achieving a sharp shadow is a rare and noteworthy event. We are constantly viewed through nature's soft-focus filter. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
A ‘downpour’ is the sky emptying its pockets.
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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.
‘Scattered showers’ means everywhere, all the time.
A ‘rainbow’ is the sky showing off.
The hail is like being pelted with frozen peas.
Weather apps on a Londoner's phone are a gallery of despair. They are checked with the frequency of a social media feed, each refresh hoping for a different, sunnier outcome. We often have several, hoping one will tell us the lie we want to hear. The icons are a minimalist study in pessimism: a grey cloud, a grey cloud with a sun peeking out (the cruellest icon), a grey cloud with lines underneath. The hourly forecast is a tragic scroll, watching the "rain droplet" probability percentage climb inexorably towards your planned walk in the park. It's a digital pacifier, giving us the illusion of control over the utterly uncontrollable sky. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
The barometric pressure is perpetually ‘low and sad’.
Our air is pre-moistened for your convenience.
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