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Jan 28 03: am I blue
Oh, and it’s seriously, ridiculously, unspeakably cold here in New York. As I type this it is 9° F, but the wind makes it feel like -3°. Every time I leave the house, I find myself thinking about Paul’s tales of Oberlin, Ohio and “five-minute flesh freeze” warnings on the radio. The landlords have compensated by cranking up the boiler, so we could probably raise prize orchids in the living room. But outside the air is crystalline and all you can feel of your face is your eyes, which hurt.