warmth
I've often read about how being warm in the winter leads to feelings of goodness and general wellbeing.
Today, I got a new furnace installed in my apartment. After I came back for the evening, it was noticeably warmer, to the point where i was uncomfortably warm. I walk over to the thermostat, and it's only set at 70!
I think the difference is that the furnace is new. The old one, a gravity furnace, had been around since the fourties- one of the first gas-based production heaters in America. It's half the size of my car (quite impressive, considering I drive a monte carlo, which is effectively a boat). The new one has a blower, which uses a fan instead of convection to heat the house, which I suppose is slightly more scientific due to the sizeable lack of fans in the fourties.
That furnace was going on seventy years and was still kicking; the only reason we got a new one was that old furnace was highly inefficient, to the point where it brings in $500 gas bills in months where -2 is the daily high (And the thermostat was set at 50!! But to its defense, I did leave the chimney flute uncovered for most of January).
It's unfortunate that things don't last as long anymore. Sometimes I'll find myself in a room full of people and feel completely overwhelmed by their intelligence, often feeling as though its gotta be a facade- which it usually is. Then there's moments where I'm with people whom I don't think much of, but then at some moment am amazed by their hidden prowess. It's as though people aren't comfortable in who they are, and they either try to be something they're not, or they try to hide a part of them from vulnerability. Nobody today has the will to stand by themselves, their talents, their decisions, or their commitments, and shit in general ends up half-assed. This is why we're in trouble today as a country: nobody cares about anything, save saving face. Such can only lead to a country of half-ass competent companies selling half-assed products and services that nobody wants to buy; it's not too far from the truth.
Despite my concerns for the future, I'm quite happy at the moment. I'm warm, intoxicated, and enjoying the music of Poison (specifically, "Every rose has its thorn" was just played). I'm not going out tonight, but that's alright. I'm going to finish up my philosophy paper (a functionalist kritique of imagination theory) and jog around Mirror Lake (and since its frozen solid, I might even run on it..)
Such is unusual, in that I typically enjoy my friday evenings in the company of buzzing coeds and Johnnie Walker. The thought of not doing so is, admitedly, upsetting to me. As a matter of fact, I haven't actually had a class on friday since high school.
But then, I can't really complain about much at the moment. It's 21 outside and I have a furnace that actually goes higher than 50!
Maybe there's some truth to being warm after all.
Today, I got a new furnace installed in my apartment. After I came back for the evening, it was noticeably warmer, to the point where i was uncomfortably warm. I walk over to the thermostat, and it's only set at 70!
I think the difference is that the furnace is new. The old one, a gravity furnace, had been around since the fourties- one of the first gas-based production heaters in America. It's half the size of my car (quite impressive, considering I drive a monte carlo, which is effectively a boat). The new one has a blower, which uses a fan instead of convection to heat the house, which I suppose is slightly more scientific due to the sizeable lack of fans in the fourties.
That furnace was going on seventy years and was still kicking; the only reason we got a new one was that old furnace was highly inefficient, to the point where it brings in $500 gas bills in months where -2 is the daily high (And the thermostat was set at 50!! But to its defense, I did leave the chimney flute uncovered for most of January).
It's unfortunate that things don't last as long anymore. Sometimes I'll find myself in a room full of people and feel completely overwhelmed by their intelligence, often feeling as though its gotta be a facade- which it usually is. Then there's moments where I'm with people whom I don't think much of, but then at some moment am amazed by their hidden prowess. It's as though people aren't comfortable in who they are, and they either try to be something they're not, or they try to hide a part of them from vulnerability. Nobody today has the will to stand by themselves, their talents, their decisions, or their commitments, and shit in general ends up half-assed. This is why we're in trouble today as a country: nobody cares about anything, save saving face. Such can only lead to a country of half-ass competent companies selling half-assed products and services that nobody wants to buy; it's not too far from the truth.
Despite my concerns for the future, I'm quite happy at the moment. I'm warm, intoxicated, and enjoying the music of Poison (specifically, "Every rose has its thorn" was just played). I'm not going out tonight, but that's alright. I'm going to finish up my philosophy paper (a functionalist kritique of imagination theory) and jog around Mirror Lake (and since its frozen solid, I might even run on it..)
Such is unusual, in that I typically enjoy my friday evenings in the company of buzzing coeds and Johnnie Walker. The thought of not doing so is, admitedly, upsetting to me. As a matter of fact, I haven't actually had a class on friday since high school.
But then, I can't really complain about much at the moment. It's 21 outside and I have a furnace that actually goes higher than 50!
Maybe there's some truth to being warm after all.