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January 14, 2008

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Noel Maurer

It is snowing. Hard. Which isn't so bad. In fact, if we were in Philadelphia it'd be great. But we're not. We're in Boston. Which means that the grey granular rocky crap that this is going to turn into will stick around long enough to make running anywhere interesting impossible until the next snowstorm hits.

California looks really good this time of year. So does the Valley of Mexico. Hell, from the way you describe it, Armenia looks great.

I don't expect weather sympathies from Wisconsonians, of course. Although one of you now lives in Brooklyn, damn you, because you don't realize just how much difference an average temp difference of 5 degrees can make until you hafta live it.

Jussi Jalonen

What do you know, there was discussion of weather on this blog also a year ago.

The comments that I seem to have written back on January 7th 2007 hold true also today. Temperature is slightly over zero. Very little snow, and that melts quickly. Sleet and rain. Pitch dark. Basically, the kind of weather which explains the high rates of suicide and domestic violence.

The difference to the last year is that these days, I can't run, due to the wounded knee.


Cheers,

J. J.

Noel Maurer

What happened to your knee, if you don't mind me asking?

Paul

"On the whole, I'd rather be in Armenia."
-W. C. Fields

claudia

It was minus 27 C last night. That's -16.6 F. That's not just cold. That's abominable. No person should have to live with such temperatures, especially not me. I can deal with it as long as the house is warm but it isn't. It's about 16 C in here -- 60 F. Old, drafty windows (warped wooden frames), no insulation, inefficient heating...

I remember, in Istanbul, we used to have the same problem. However, we had a fireplace, and my Mom sewed curtains out of this really heavy fabric, covering the entire window front as to eliminate the draft. It worked well, and the living room was always nice and cozy, and we would spend the entire day there. Not here... the living room is actually the coldest room in the house.

Oh, well. Four more weeks.

Jussi Jalonen

It's an old story. Ten years ago, I busted my knee in a small arbeitsunfall. The damages were fixed in an arthroscopy, but the old injury still manifests itself every now and then.

It's not like I'm any kind of an invalid, but I just have to be a little bit more careful than most people when, for example, preparing for my daily run. If it hurts even a little, I won't run, period.


Cheers,

J. J.

Paul

It's these kind of temperatures which make me marvel that people ever settled in these areas at all in the ancient past. With all our modern heating devices (well in Armenia semi-modern) we present day people still find it almost impossible to live with, how in the world did the hut people of yore do it without more than the ability to make fire? Also makes me concerned for the homeless of Yerevan, how could they possibly survive a night like that either?

Randy McDonald

Apart from a snow storm just before Christmas, the weather in Toronto has been quite clement, in the single digits Celsius. (That snow melted quickly, as has all the snow since.)

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