Via Barcepundit, the Brits are saying that Global warming ‘may cut deaths’:
While summers in the UK became warmer in the period 1971 – 2003, there was no change in heat-related deaths, but annual cold-related mortality fell by 3% as winters became milder – so overall fewer people died as a result of extreme temperatures.
And why is this?
Rather than physiological changes explaining our ability to adapt to rising temperatures, the report puts this down primarily to lifestyle alterations – our readiness to wear more informal clothes, for instance, and the shift away from manual labour.
Yes, folks, people are… adapting!
Wonders never cease. People are adapting out on their own, without the government having to tell them to.
Here in the USA when old people retire they move to hellishly hot areas like Phoenix, Dallas and Miami while the EUropeans are worrying that heatwaves (where the temperatures remain in the 90s – what constitutes a balmy day in the Phoenix summer) will kill 15,000 elderly and disabled.
In state-run medical care, that sort of thing happens when all the doctors leave on vacation, the hospitals have no air conditioning, and the relatives abandon the elderly.
The first time I went to England it was unseasonably warm. That was in 1979 when global warming was not yet fashionable (and back then there was even talk about the upcoming ice age), but I coped.
I had planned on going with a friend from work, but she chickened out at the last moment because Lord Mountbatten was killed by a terrorist bomb a couple of days before our departure. I had already spent my hard-earned money on the plane ticket and reservations, so I went by myself.
I had a great time.
No, I didn’t stay in London to watch the funeral procession. The streets were impossibly crowded and the wait was very long, so instead I went on a day trip out of London. That was the first time I had Yorkshire pudding.
I love Yorkshire pud. It’s not American-like pudding. It’s good, though.
A few years later on another trip to the UK (which included parts of Scotland and Wales) I had one of the best meals of my life in York: roast leg of mutton, Yorkshire pud, and white aspragus. Oh, that was good.
I still remember it.
Yesterday the WSJ had Gordon Ramsey’s recipe:
For the Yorkshire pudding:
4 large eggs
1½ cups whole milk
1/2 teaspoon coarse salt
1¼ cups all-purpose flour
4 tablespoons vegetable oil (or beef drippings)
In a blender, combine the eggs, milk, flour, and salt. Blend until well combined and place in the refrigerator until ready to use (allow to rest for at least 30 minutes).
Put 1 teaspoon of the oil (or beef drippings) into each section of a 12-hole Yorkshire pudding tray or muffin tray and put into the oven on the top shelf until very hot, almost smoking. As soon as you take the tray from the oven, pour in the batter to three-quarters fill the tins (it should sizzle) and immediately put back into the oven. Bake until the Yorkshire puddings are well risen, golden brown and crisp, 15 to 20 minutes. Don’t open the oven door until the end or they might collapse.
While I don’t like Ramsey’s outbursts in his TV shows, this sounds Good. The rest of the WSJ article includes his recipe for Roast Beef With Yorkshire Pudding & Red Wine Gravy, and Sautéed Cabbage With Caramelized Onions.
That should keep global cooling at bay.
This week’s WSJ’s 5 Best satires on academic life, picked by Roger Rosenblatt:
I must admit that I’m not too fond of the genre and found the characters in Lucky Jim tiresome. After all, how much can you say about academic travail in English departments? But I might give Nabokov a try.
If you like the academic satire genre, you’ll probably have a good laugh reading the very prolific Alexander McCall Smith’s trilogy about Professor Dr. Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld of the Institute of Romance Philology:
Smith catches perfectly the mentality of those who resort to high-culture mental masturbation as a means to fame in some circles.
Today’s shoes: Wellington boots.
For some reason the local stores are carrying them in different prints and colors. I own a pair of classic wellies because I needed them a while ago, but I don’t really understand the fad. Here they are, in case you do:
I did see a couple of farmers in the UK wearing the classic wellies.
Pat has the Presidents’ Day Weekend Carnival of the Insanities.