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The heat reminds me why I love the cold. The cold rewards activity; it's an obstacle it feels good to overcome. Heat punishes. Get out of the sun, it says. Go back inside. There's nothing you can do out here.
July 18, 2002 1:52 PM
I'v also always adhered to the "you can always put more clothes on, but you can only take so many off" selling point of winter. Or was that a line I used when I was younger?
Posted by dave on July 19, 2002 7:16 AM
Heh. A certain amount of warmth — enough to encourage people to wear less clothing — definitely has its advantages....
Posted by M on July 19, 2002 2:11 PM
Oh, you are so wrong, you Northern hemisphere types. Heat gets the blood moving and the joints swinging freely. It's cold -- miserable, begrudging, miserly cold -- that says "Stay indoors; there's no comfort out here; wrap yourself in blankets and stuff yourself with rich broths and wait for spring!"
(Yes, I'm moving to the Pacific NW next year. I plan to learn to hibernate.)
Posted by Sen on July 21, 2002 12:14 AM
But it doesn't even get cold in the Pacific Northwest! It gets chilly at best (or worst, depending on your attitude...).
Posted by M on July 21, 2002 10:19 AM
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