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Excellent! Apparently it's normal to be in a foul mood over this descpicably humid weather! The NY Times calls it the "Grumpy Factor" - New Yorkers have been acting like wittle babies because it's so hot and sticky. A doctor tells the Daily News it's a "thermo inversion": "With little breeze, the polluted air sits stagnant, irritating eyes and making air passages more sensitive to pollen." Hmm, is that enough of a reason to call in sick and spend the day at a rather empty movie theater - movie marathon, perhaps? The temperature is going to hit around 90 degrees today, but the dew point means the heat index is 100 degrees - drink your water! Gothamist hopes that one day the news will include temperatures in the subway, because we're sure the Times Square stop will be around 115 degrees and stinky. Please, Mother Nature, a little rain!
How are you surviving? Not leaving your office for lunch? Or chewing ice? Tell us - we need ideas, we're just trying not to talk to people at all for fear we'll snap. And a movie all about a hot summer's day: Do the Right Thing.
Photograph by James Estrin/NY Times
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I imagine the Gothamist readership will handle this schvitz weather in the same high style they use to conquer other urban challenges. To wit, they'll guzzle several frosty cocktails each ostentatiously price at over $12, they'll devour garden-fresh heriloom salads costing more than the GNP of most third world countries, each leaf carefully plated by a severely underpaid, perhaps fearfully undocumented south-of-the-border, nearly indentured kitchen hand. And of course, they'll even more vigorously engage in an activity they enjoy year-round: gentrifying neighborhoods.
Moe, would you kindly come in and pick up that trashcan you just threw through our window? Thanks, much.
Moe, you are a Gothamist reader, no?
That computer and Internet connection on which you read websites must cost more than the GNP of a lot of countries.
Nothing better to do at 7:17 AM than insult your fellow readers?
see 'Hundstage' (dog days). it's an austrian film about hot weather making people go nutty.
http://imdb.com/title/tt0290661/
I seriously consider staying in my office until about 9 for the combination of little room, big air conditioner. Plus it gives me more time to plot ways to throw poor people out on the streets while I'm eating The Lettuce of Capitalism.
My suggestion: You can't have too much ice cream and it always makes you happy. How can you be miserable when licking a sweet, cold, cone? Impossible! We'll get through this spell yet. One scoop at a time.
You should eat the Spinach of Capitalism. It's healthier and packed full of superiority vitamins.
I send my footman out to gather indigents from the surrounding street corners, have the staff give them all a thorough scrubbing (in the driveway, naturally, with a steel brush and a garden hose) upon their return to my resplendent Riverside Drive chambers, and then order everyone to gently fan me with large, airy paddles stitched from fine silks sewn by blind, club-footed third-world children.
Then, I imbibe 75 mojitos and listen over and over again to The Fall sing "British People in Hot Weather."
Tra la la!
I drink "bitters and bubbly water".
Recipe: 1 glass, ice cubes, a few dashes of Angostura Bitters, small lime wedge, and carbonated water.
Sip slowly and relax.
no need to drink water. we can just go out and inhale all that wet air.
coco helados! those little cups turn the nastiest day into a tropical summer fiesta!
oh, and snatching a lil ice from outside the bodegas to rub on your neck is nice too...but if we all did that, there wouldnt be anything to cool those super-summery tubs of watermelon. ahhh...watermelon.
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright
And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city
yeah...watermelon is definitely a good idea. If you also want to loose handle on you motory functions, please do the following. Take one: Syringe, Watermelon, .5 litr bottle of pure spirit. Enjoy...for amplifiyin effect stick your head of your air condition chambers into the wet air of destruction (todays weather). Hopefully somebody is there to pull you back in.
Eat 5 big bags of ice and chill out.
Mmm, tepid bubble bath...
Amazing how a little John Sebastian can cool you down a little. Of course, anythimg more than a little can make you homicidal.
Oh, and for the record, I prefer the Celery of Capitalism. That big crunch gives me just the power trip boost needed to throw people out of their homes and develop more mulit-million dollar condos. That and the frozen margaritas lined up across my desk.
I'm a fan of the Capitalist Pig-Dog Cucumbers. And sometimes I get those huge lemon icee things from Uncle Louie G's and split it into two cups and cut it with tequila or vodka. Leave that in the freezer, go crank the AC and take a cold shower, then enjoy. (God I miss central air! I keep the lights for less heat output and electricity use--at least in my head.)
Cool showers and baby powder are execllent. To beat the heat and still look pulled together I dry my hair and apply my makeup at the office (they keep it like an ice locker in here). In the previous heat spell I resorted to putting an ice pack on my neck to cool myself down.
Nothing beats ice cold tea brewed with the tears of orphan ragamuffins. Now if those damn galley slaves would just pick up the pace a little bit, I could get a bit of a breeze on the deck of my authentically recreated trireme yacht.
I personally enjoy a nice chilled Pink Grapefruit of Gentrification, which you can find for 2/$1 at the yuppie food store of your choice. I then spit the seeds down upon the masses from my Gristedes-destroying high-rise condo! (Actually, I have a little apartment with a tiny electric fan).
I rejoice each time I walk outside because it's not winter. I'll take heat/humidity over another freezing-ass cold April any day of the week.
Amen, Samantha! I'm with you. Sure, it's hot, but it's so much nicer than the cold-and-damp.
Oh, so "clever." Oh so "ironic." How droll you all are with your tongues in cheek where your hearts should be. Yes enjoy your passionfruit mojitos. Yes, make Queens the New Brooklyn. Yes, continue the exploitation of the immigrant, the un-unionized, the working poor.
Like your cocktail, I'm shaken, not stirred.
Thinking about how much I hate winter cools me down.
Our hearts belong in our cheeks?
I think all the cleverness and irony (no quotation marks actually required) is in a general mocking spirit of response to the original comment that viewed a straight item on hot summer weather and how to beat it (ice chips, how extravagant!) as an opportunity to flog class conflict. "RECORD TEMPS HIT BIG APPLE. POOR, MINORITIES SWEAT THE MOST" Sometimes a heatwave is just a heatwave.
This entire string of comments attests to the point of said article.
Curse you Kneebags! Your "Queens the new Brooklyn" comment made me laugh so hard that I spilt my Blood of a Non-Unionized Child Laborer Margarita all over my Imperialism Frisée & Endive salad!
Great place to cool down and chill out -- the penguin room at the CP Zoo.
Yes, Dave H, ice chips ARE extravagant when they contain water freshly thawed from the global-warming-endanged surface of ancient glaciers. As you probably know, that's the specialty of the house at that new place in W'burg.
Heya Moe - do you think there are any immigrant workers in the kitchen at your "favorite Cuban-Chinese restarant, La Tacita de Oro" on the Upper West Side (which you tell us is your "nabe")? Pretty easy to give people a hard time for gentrication when you live on the UWS. Want to see some class struggle come over to my neighborhood (East Harlem) and count the air conditioners. Now see how many are in your building.