Thursday, December 8, 2005

Ever wonder what it’d be like to not know the current ambient temperature and go about your day unfettered by such trivial knowledge? There was a time when I’d break out the shorts as soon as the thermometer hit 45 or above, before degrees Celsius or Fahrenheit were available in my lexicon. It was either hot or cold.

It’s been 7°F twice this week–yet we’re only at the beat before the drop. The weather websites told me this, my car told me this, and I could’ve done without knowing this. Realizing it’s 25 below freezing simply makes it colder, even before the windchill statistics are discovered. They say weather forecasts were originally used by farmers and, like denim, gained public appeal, but what if this never happened?

That’s useless posturing, however, because I’m still going to need to scrape off the snow and ice from my car tomorrow morning. When a place gets this cold, it means you’d better have a goddamned good reason for being there. If you don’t? Fabricate one. What if this is the same connecting flight you’ll be taking in two weeks? Hope they replace the landing gear. The story ends the same way no matter which link I click.