And how was your nutso, record-smashing, disconcerting Snowtober? One hopes you weren't trapped on a diverted plane for seven hours or a victim of the (bizarre) Amtrak shutdown or one of the three million without power or, you know, one of the nine dead. Happy… Halloween?
Photograph by Rachel So
It's pretty hot on the East Coast, just like it was 100 years ago at this time! Highs are expected to fall just short of the three-digit mark, although this is one of those sorts of situations where you don't want the New York way of overachieving for the sole purpose of making a point to rear its head. Anyway, jalapenos for everyone! ("They put out a tremendous amount of heat and it turns on the body's natural coolant." I would think they would also add to my already-extant vague nausea, but this is why I'm not a doctor!)
Man, what a storm! The howling wind woke me up at 5 o'clock this morning, and then I couldn't go back to sleep. So, maybe because I still had Merry Clayton's gale of a voice in mind, I made a list of songs that fit the scene. Nothing else to do today but watch the videos. Certainly, no one should go outside.
Maybe I'm less of a germophobe than most people, but where I come from, New York Times City Room bloggers, "It's so hot, you can fry an egg on the sidewalk" does not mean "It's so hot, you can scramble an egg on a pan that has been placed on top of a manhole cover that's positioned just close enough to the curb for us to not get run over in the name of journalistic stuntage." Hmph. With NYC temperatures expected to be soul-suckingly high once again today, I'm wondering if it's time to find a car and convince its owner to let me bake cookies on [...]
Yesterday morning I leaned over and begged Choire to promise me that we were currently experiencing "the absolute low point" in what we hope to be the long and fruitful history of The Awl. I sought this assurance because they had not yet turned on the heat here at Awl Towers, and we were both blogging with our coats on. (Sure, we could have closed the window, but you cannot imagine how quickly the newsroom would fill up with smoke.) Well, the pipes are now gurgling with warmth and I can smell that "first heat of the season" aroma, so things are definitely looking up, but it is still very [...]
