Sure the Lovin' Spoonful's John Sebastian once made 80 percent humidity and air pollution sound, well, cool. But even he'd have a hard time with a Twin Cities summer. Where's the poetry in getting strafed by wasps while choking down a charred bratwurst at a backyard barbecue? Shoving your way down Nicollet Mall on Farmers' Market Thursdays? Feeling your eyeballs sweat while riding a city bus whose air conditioning has conked out on the hottest day of the year? Better start cozying up to those shirttail relatives with the cabin up north now. That way, when August rolls around you can craft your own odes--to loons, milfoil, and sleeping without the air conditioner set on "stun."