20th February 2004, 10:39 PM
You know why we'll never change to Celsius? Because when you say it was in the 40s and how hot it was, it just sounds really wrong. I know Celsius is more practical, being based on water, but Farenheit seems more intuitive to me.
That aside, 40 celsius is about 105, which is pretty hot. However, if it's dry heat, it's not that bad. I love 80, 90 degree weather when the air is dry. However, in my corner of the world, it is extraordinarily humid, and that makes anything above 80 uncomfortable, anything above 90 bad, and anything above 100 murderous. If you never felt it, you just can't know. You know how wind chill makes the cold worse? Humidity makes the hot worse. And consider that we go through a good three to four months of that. And, if it rains, it's relief then, but once the sun hits the rain water, you almost literally cannot breathe the air from the humidity... it's so thick it makes your head swim.
Now, for much of my life, when I was fat, I agreed with ABF: I loved winter and hated summer. The cold could never penetrate my fat, but the heat absolutely destroyed me. Now that I'm normal-sized though, the cold gets right into my bones by way of my hands and it's awful, but the heat doesn't bother me a bit now. I went to Florida in the dead of July, which is stickier and hotter even than Richmond by quite a bit, and I felt just fine.
That aside, 40 celsius is about 105, which is pretty hot. However, if it's dry heat, it's not that bad. I love 80, 90 degree weather when the air is dry. However, in my corner of the world, it is extraordinarily humid, and that makes anything above 80 uncomfortable, anything above 90 bad, and anything above 100 murderous. If you never felt it, you just can't know. You know how wind chill makes the cold worse? Humidity makes the hot worse. And consider that we go through a good three to four months of that. And, if it rains, it's relief then, but once the sun hits the rain water, you almost literally cannot breathe the air from the humidity... it's so thick it makes your head swim.
Now, for much of my life, when I was fat, I agreed with ABF: I loved winter and hated summer. The cold could never penetrate my fat, but the heat absolutely destroyed me. Now that I'm normal-sized though, the cold gets right into my bones by way of my hands and it's awful, but the heat doesn't bother me a bit now. I went to Florida in the dead of July, which is stickier and hotter even than Richmond by quite a bit, and I felt just fine.
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