Recent heat

The heat, as singer/songwriter Glenn Frey once poignantly observed, is on. Day after day now of inhospitably high temperatures, 30s C and 90’s F, but it’s the whallop (that’s, like, a big dollop?) of humidity, stickily slathered across the city, that’s making things unbearable.

Our squat little pinguino still loyally conditions the air in our apartment, but in a tactful and rather non-confrontational manner (penguin-ish, to a T). It steers very well clear of the gruff, freon-oozin’ and temperature-stompin’ attitude that is the more vulgar custom of California’s air-con culture. No, Mr. Pinguino does not seem to cool the air at all, in fact, but instead hums and gurgles in a way that suggests an air conditioner is present, and therefore, ostensibly cooling things.

So, neat, it’s like a psycho-somatic or sub-conscious air conditioner. Or maybe it’s just busted.