Web Log Entry #0047, Wednesday, February 19, 2003: Day 93

Anchorage Sunrise: 8:32am Sunset: 5:56pm High Temp: 26° Low Temp: 20° I don't swear very much. Not because I'm prudish about it. It's not like I flinch whenever someone says "Oxford" in mixed company or anything. I just reserve profanity for special emphasis. People who know me look startled when I curse. It's worth it for the expressions on their faces. I mention this because it's gotten cold again. When I walk outside into sub-freezing weather, I want to swear loudly, usually an ancient four-letter Anglo-Saxon vulgarity synonymous with "Aardvark." "Fudge, it's COLD!" I say, except not exactly. Okay, I admit I tend to THINK it quite loudly, rather than actually SAY it, because I'm an Oregonian and we don't usually yell that sort of thing in public. But this should give you an idea how much of a system shock the cold presents to cause ME to THINK SERIOUSLY about swearing. It's that bad. And yet the locals say this is a unusually warm winter. I hate to think what I'd say in a "normal" year.

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