So what do you do when it's 112 degrees outside and you don't have central air?
Well, if you were me, you'd be in a state of serious undress, sitting in front of a large pedestal fan that's succeeded in cooling at least some of the air in your living room to a relatively brisk 80-something. You'd be sucking down great quantities of iced coffee. And you'd be waxing cranky about any number of things.
(Note: For those of you concerned about The Codeman, my li'l dog -- he is, at this moment, prancing merrily around the house eating his dinner kibbles one by one, as is his wont. Earlier this evening he insisted on plastering his hot and furry self against my thigh for his evening nap. He seems to love this weather. Perhaps he's having some genetic Ur-memory of sunny days spent lounging on the docks of Malta.)
Anyhow, for your reading pleasure, here's Pat Robertson and Jim Inhofe -- the latter being someone who, just so you know, helps craft legislation that impacts our lives as American citizens -- discussing global warming. And in case that's not enough scientific expertise to amaze you for one day, you can also visit here or here or here .
At the risk of getting all Andy Rooney here as I mop the sweat from my brow: What is it about Christians who insist on getting all their information on everything through the filter of "Christian" media and websites and books and preachers? I mean, what is with that? Do you do that? Of course you don't.
I love my pastor. If he's talking to me about Christian theology or praxis, I'm listening. But I don't go to him to find out how I should vote. I don't ask him for investment advice, or seek his guidance on sartorial matters. I don't ask him what to eat or what books to read. And I don't consider him to be an authority on science, nor would I ask him his professional opinion on scientific matters. (Although I might ask his wife, who actually is a real, live scientist.)
But I think there are some people out there who, if a perceived (or, more accurately, marketed) Man Of God told them what hand to use in effecting their personal hygiene, and included the magic adjectives "biblical" or "Scriptural" in that directive, would meekly tie their other hand behind their backs on their way to the john.
I just don't get that.
"Here -- have some biblical poisoned Kool-Aid."
People can be really stoopid.
And it's too darned hot.