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   the Catskill effect: six degrees of separation
Thursday, June 26 2003

You can tell it's a hot day when you reach out to grab an object in a nearly-windowless room and it's warm to the touch. True, I'd just gotten out of the kiddie pool, but it kind of scared me all the same. The New York Times website is showing it to be 94 degrees Fahrenheit at 7pm. Up here in Hurley, it might feel miserable, but we're still benefitting from the Catskill effect; it's only 88 here. It brings a not-especially-useful new meaning to the phrase "six degrees of separation."
I spent the entire day entirely naked. Our yard is private enough for me to venture to the kiddie pool and hike for miles in the forest in a completely unclothed state.


In the evening I had to put my pants on because Mary Purdy was coming over. Gretchen and I made pots of chili and rice and consoled Mary over her horrible day trying to earn some money out there in the economy, such as it is. She'd been putting her acting talents to work in a Walmart by acting friendly as she promoted products for Dove Soap. The pay had seemed good when she first did the arithmetic but then it turned out she had to do all her on-the-job training as unpaid homework in preparation for only three days of work. We should expect to see more "jobs" like this once the gazillion dollar tax cut starts growing our economy.

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