The cure: Hot Hot Hot!

It is so hot. How many Nevadans and tourists have dragged those words out with anger and pain? I heard that Julia Roberts couldn't hack the good old Las Vegas temps while she filmed The Mexican here with Brad Pitt. I imagine she looked like a Cruela Devile turned from white and black stripes to red and pink with frizzy crimped out hair. She kept the bloodshot electric red eyes from the Disney movie 101 Dalmatians. Definitely a classic.

 I went swimming in the pool yesterday and I think I was sweating in the water. I get out only to dry off and get wet again from my own pores. What really stinks is that I love using my MacBook and internet, but I only get wifi outside on the balcony. So here I am flying my silver titanium book in the air trying to catch invisible waves. And did I mention it is hot? I should start myself on one of those nightly minute plans they use for cell phone customers. Use after 7 PM on nights and weekends are a bonus. Problem is, it is damn hot at night too. At least it is dry heat. I can't imagine sweating all the time. How did nomads deal with this? And travelers in Egypt and the Arabian deserts? It makes sense to cover your skin, and sunglasses are cool. Maybe cheese cloth would suffice for those without glasses. I bet this is how the burka became a demanding style. It is just so sweltering hot!  This puts into perspective jobs around the world throughout time. How hot were the boiler rooms in the Titanic? And how about building Hoover Dam in the summer? And of course your local fireman in Nevada. How hot is it in those suits of non-porous material? And would I survive if I were a lion or bear with an undercoat? And worst of all, fires of burning oil spitting smoke and impossible to retard. Who puts those out?

Now I'm not trying to complain. I would much rather take the heat than the cold. Freezing temperatures and petite little girls don't mix, especially if you have never subjected yourself to winter in St. Petersburg or even Idaho. They make cool gadgets for wimps like me. My mom ordered battery powered socks that you need to charge every three hours. Personally, I like my own body heat to do the job and the water-bra holds it in just like a wetsuit. But what kinds of gizmos do they make for those suffering insane heat-stroke temperatures? The beer cap. A fan that clips to your hat and sprays you with water in the face. Golf carts with zipper enclosures to keep the AC in. How lame. By now humans were supposed to invent a pill to regulate this mess. Or a back to the future jacket with AC built in it. Alright I admit it. I am weak. A runt compared to the generations of cavemen and women. Maybe what I need is more heat to set the world right again, like it was in the beginning. But, it is too late and so I must admit that we subject ourselves and give in to new technologies. So I can always blame those before me and then myself, and then those after me as well.