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August  14

Heat Index, Schmeat Index

HI = -42.379 + 2.04901523T + 10.14333127R - 0.22475541TR - 6.83783x10-3T2- 5.481717x10-2R2+ 1.22874x10-3T2R + 8.5282x10-4TR2- 1.99x10-6T2R2where T = ambient dry bulb temperature (°F)R = relative humidity (integer percentage). -- The Heat Index Equation

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I believe in Mother Earth and Grandmother Sun.

The Heat Index is a scam invented by hopped-up weathermen who needed a new way to hype the weather and justify their continuing existence. It's so much sexier to rant in front of a blazing red map plastered with three-digit numbers like 110 than it is to talk calmly about little numbers like 96.

Just tell me what the temperature and humidity will be and I can plan my day quite nicely, thank you.

Posted by: curmudgeon | Aug 14, 2005 12:19:53 PM

AMEN !

Posted by: late | Aug 14, 2005 6:34:35 PM

well perhaps it is more dramtic however i was in new mexicao in 105 heat and it didn't feel like saturday's heat--we were 5 blocks from ocean one house in on shark rvier -you know it's hot when the beach didn't looking even vaguely enticing--it was a first for a family who loves the beach--today (sunday) was a different ballgame altogether -the beach was swell--although ocean was out of control and life guards were out numerous times

Posted by: cstarling | Aug 14, 2005 10:13:40 PM

Last I looked New Mexico was landlocked. Perhaps global-warming induced sea-level rise has already kicked in. Maybe it's time to put my money down on that beachfront house in Iowa I've had my eye on.

Posted by: walleroo | Aug 15, 2005 8:05:24 AM

The heat equation is just a fancy way of picking a number that's a lot hotter (in the summer) or colder (in winter) than the real temperature, so people have something to chatter about. Whether you arrive at the number with math or ouiji board makes no difference.

Posted by: walleroo | Aug 15, 2005 8:08:11 AM

And who would ever believe that but six teensy-weensy months ago we vowed to hack off the ears of the next weather reader who said "wind-chill factor." Either the media despise us so much or think that we are so feeble-minded they have to invent simplistic little gimmicks to make us feel like we understand this highly technical science of weather forecasting. Horse puckey. Now, how about these self-important schmucks who say "and YOUR temperatures today will be" or "here is the weather for YOUR Monday." What? They have different weather than we do? They have different days of the week, too? Not that I would ever buy anything they advertise anyway, but please -- is there somewhere you can go for news and weather that isn't "Ding-Dong School?"

Posted by: conan the grammarian | Aug 15, 2005 10:09:18 AM

Conan, listen to me. I want to you get up, go downstairs (be careful, those fuzzy slippers are treacherous on the steps), pick up the bottle of pills, twist off the cap and take two right now. And don't ever forget to take your meds again, you hear?

Posted by: walleroo | Aug 15, 2005 10:40:41 AM

Ohhh. Sorry, man. They got my meds mixed up, and I had to work a triple shift at the Post Office, and I missed my Knife and Gun show at the Armory. Oohh, I'm in a good mood now, brother...

Posted by: conan the grammarian | Aug 15, 2005 11:05:15 AM

I'm laughing so hard I can hardly see the monitor...

Posted by: walleroo | Aug 15, 2005 11:14:56 AM

Meanwhile that moron Sam Campus keeps telling me that my pollen levels are low, at the same time that Weather.com has a streaming alert that the levels are VERY HIGH in my area, and my sinuses and eyes are telling me that Weather.com has it right & Sam Camphair is a moron indeed.

OK maybe not today but this has been going on for most of August.

Get a clue Camphead, you may be able to read the Central Park reports, but you got nothing to say to Jersey.

Posted by: curmudgeon | Aug 15, 2005 12:31:19 PM

What is it about the weather that brings out Mr. Hyde? I can almost see the hair growing on curmudgeon's palms and poking out through the buttonholes of his shirt. Jeepers, and I thought I was a hothead. How 'bout we form a support group.

Posted by: walleroo | Aug 15, 2005 12:50:16 PM

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