smog in October

Omigawd, Toronto is like, so international. Year-round smog, just like Athens, Los Angeles, or Beijing.

It's interesting to observe the enthusiasm of tv & radio weather reports. "Yes, we have a smog advisory in effect, but with the humidex, the temperature will feel just like summer!" This speaks to the desperation of Canadians for warm temperatures. It has to. I theorize that no one actually enjoys humidity. It's the psychological effect of having the "temperature" pushed up 5 or 10 C that these people like. Perception vs. reality. It's like Dubya extending Daylight Savings Time to "save energy." Or jamming the ruler into the flesh above the base of the...

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Jason said…
It's not so much the heat as it is the humidity that gets me.
October 05, 2005 1:30 pm
Crucible said…
Welcome to blogland. May your stay be a pleasant one.
October 05, 2005 2:15 pm
Anonymous said…
i like smog. On a low-lying smoggy day, I take deep breaths and feel particles of carbon dioxide, urea formadehyde and nitrous benzochromalizine form in the dark crevices of my nostrils. Then, when I,m alone in my room at night with my autographed picture of Dame Edna, I place a hand-held mirror strategically under my nose and look for sooty deposits that remind me of my favorite animal celebrities.
October 21, 2005 4:56 pm
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