Raw, adjective: 9. disagreeably damp and chilly, as the weather or air: a raw, foggy day at the beach.

Two quickies for you this morning, a little food-for-thought on an early Friday when the heater's humming and the coffee pot's brewing:

The NYT has declared that hats are "back."  Well, duh.  I could've told you that.  The best purchases I've ever made have been my collection of cloches.  I'm besotted.  I kind of hope everyone else fails to catch the train, though.  I don't like sharing my sartorial obsessions.

And Mark Morford, one of my favorite regular Chron columnists, has a good column this morning questioning the conventional wisdom that it's better to buy than to rent.  Now, obviously, part of that is probably due to the fact that he's a city dweller in a city where you've gotta rake in millions in order to buy something bigger than a postage stamp, but at the same time, I think he's got a point.  We've heard so much about homes being the failsafe investment, and in these last few years, I think we're realizing that might not be so true after all.  But beyond the economic factors, I think Morford's onto something else here, too; something about fluidity and dynamism and flexibility and not being tied down, something about the more secure (read: fearful?) aspects of the American dream.  There's something to be said for the kind of freedom and ability to wander sans-mortgage.

Have a great Friday.


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