If there ever was a hell created just for intellectuals, it would surely be Miami in July and August. The heat is relentless, the beaches shimmer, the traffic on the 836 is gelatinous, and the prettiest people tend to wear the least clothing in the most distracting places. In the face of sultry weather and languid lotus-eating locals, this time of year can hardly be considered suitable for energetic thinking. At least about... More >>>