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Apr. 10th, 2011 11:35 amI have installed the air conditioner. I FEEL LIKE A GOD.
And everyone who's about to tell me I installed it to early, I know. But it's like the surface of a very humid sun outside, and I'm not going to drown in my own sweat while trying to sleep tonight.
There's a maxim that states that the first slice of pizza a child eats will define pizza for them for the rest of their life (there's a second that says the best hamburger you ever eat will define hamburgers for you, but that's another story). The first urban swamp summer I ever spent -- truly humid, unpleasant, and hot all summer -- was in Boston, and when weather like this hits I can't help but think of it. I adored Boston, was effortlessly happy there despite being dirt poor, but holy fuck it was hot. Even now, when I walk past an open shop door and feel air conditioning blow out of it briefly as I pass, I flash back to Downtown Crossing. Philadelphia was like that too, and don't even get me started on Austin, but Boston came first, and Boston's what I think of.
That was also the summer of the great New York blackout, where Boston was the only city on the eastern seaboard with power, because we had our own grid. I swear to you guys I have a guardian deity and s/he was working overtime that week. (On the other hand, our grid out in Jamaica Plain went down for a half hour around three in the afternoon every day, because too many AC window units were running.)
Anyway, my air conditioner's extensions don't quite fill the window and can't be screwed down because the frame is metal and I'm not allowed to put holes in it, so I use duct tape to keep them extended and fill the quarter-inch gaps all the way around. I had exactly enough duct tape to finish the job this time around. It might look trashy, but I guarantee no bugs will be getting through The Silver Barrier.
Bet you didn't think I could write a whole blog post on air conditioning, did you? MWAHAHAHAHAHA.
And everyone who's about to tell me I installed it to early, I know. But it's like the surface of a very humid sun outside, and I'm not going to drown in my own sweat while trying to sleep tonight.
There's a maxim that states that the first slice of pizza a child eats will define pizza for them for the rest of their life (there's a second that says the best hamburger you ever eat will define hamburgers for you, but that's another story). The first urban swamp summer I ever spent -- truly humid, unpleasant, and hot all summer -- was in Boston, and when weather like this hits I can't help but think of it. I adored Boston, was effortlessly happy there despite being dirt poor, but holy fuck it was hot. Even now, when I walk past an open shop door and feel air conditioning blow out of it briefly as I pass, I flash back to Downtown Crossing. Philadelphia was like that too, and don't even get me started on Austin, but Boston came first, and Boston's what I think of.
That was also the summer of the great New York blackout, where Boston was the only city on the eastern seaboard with power, because we had our own grid. I swear to you guys I have a guardian deity and s/he was working overtime that week. (On the other hand, our grid out in Jamaica Plain went down for a half hour around three in the afternoon every day, because too many AC window units were running.)
Anyway, my air conditioner's extensions don't quite fill the window and can't be screwed down because the frame is metal and I'm not allowed to put holes in it, so I use duct tape to keep them extended and fill the quarter-inch gaps all the way around. I had exactly enough duct tape to finish the job this time around. It might look trashy, but I guarantee no bugs will be getting through The Silver Barrier.
Bet you didn't think I could write a whole blog post on air conditioning, did you? MWAHAHAHAHAHA.
