El miércoles pasado estuve en Madrid.
Compré un estuche con unas nuevas acuarelas que quería probar perooo… en el Museo del Prado no dejan pintar libremente. Solo te permiten un bloc y un lápiz.
Pues con bloc y lápiz hice unos apuntes.
Ya acabaré la acuarela en casa.
Hoy una mujer me vió comprandole flores a mi novia y me dijo " donde encuentro uno como tú " y le dije aqui mismo, porque además de romántico también soy infiel.
Celsius is superior to Fahrenheit and I’m tired of pretending this is a debate.
Celsius feels like temperature was designed by an human being who walks outside, feels the air, and says, “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Zero is freezing. 40 is brutally hot.
22 is comfortable. 25 is warm.
The numbers feel like what they are describing.
Fahrenheit feels like it was designed by a committee of people who hate joy and want every conversation about the weather to sound like a chemistry lab.
“It’s 70 degrees outside.”
What does that even mean to a normal person? Am I wearing shorts? Am I grabbing a jacket?
Nobody knows. You need a conversion chart and a government employee standing next to you explaining the vibes.
Celsius gives you range. That’s the point. It gives you more numbers for the temperatures human beings actually live in. You can feel the difference between 20, 22, 25, and 28. Those numbers matter. Celsius lets you describe the world with precision without having to use high numbers like a lunatic.
Le fait que pendant les JO ils distribuaient de l'eau dans les stations de metro alors qu'il faisait 25 degrés, et que en canicule à 40 degrés il y ait rien c'est trop grave mdrrrr c'est vrmt la daronne qui fait genre elle est gentille devant les invités