August 21, 2005

From my temporary office

at Starbucks somewhere in NYC. It's damn hot outside. But you know what they say: it's not the heat that will get you, it's the humidity.

Of course, it's humid too.

Joe and I have a Catch-22: I get migraines from the heat, and he gets headaches if he sleeps with the air conditioner on. The Jinker Boy has tipped the balance: it seems that he is prone to nighttime accidents when the room is cold.

Working on a review of Brooklyn Noir 2: The Classics edited by Tim McLoughlin. Watch this space.

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Hmmm?

Um: fans?

As for air conditioning and snotty noses: antihistamines? Is it the not-heat, or the not-humidity, or the dusty stuff that's getting him? In my case, the latter.

Scribbled by Bill Tozier at August 21, 2005 10:46 PM | Permalink

Actually, when I wrote "accidents," I didn't mean his nose.

As for fans: yes, of course they are helpful. But I really find the humidity of NY difficult; my sheltered Canadian upbringing, no doubt.

Scribbled by mj at August 28, 2005 4:26 PM | Permalink