We’re Getting Cooler

November 16, 2020

It was about two hundred years ago that scientists figured out that the average body temperature for a healthy adult was 98.6F or 37C. We have all been taught that number from kindergarten on and it one of those constants that we all know and on which we base actions in our real life. However, according to an article in Science News:

“A 2017 study among 35,000 adults in the United Kingdom found average body temperature to be lower (97.9°F), and a 2019 study showed that the normal body temperature in Americans (those in Palo Alto, California, anyway) is about 97.5°F.”

Another group of scientists who have spent almost two decades studying the Tsimane, an indigenous population of forager-horticulturists in the Bolivian Amazon found a cooling over a short period of time:

“In the 16 years since [Michael] Gurven, co-director of the Tsimane Health and Life History Project, and fellow researchers have been studying the population, they have observed a rapid decline in average body temperature — 0.09°F per year, such that today Tsimane body temperatures are roughly 97.7°F.”

There is no definitive reason yet understood for these changes. However, some researchers believe that a fall in the number of infections due to modern hygiene is one possibility. Another is that air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter has reduced the body’s need to compensate for external temperatures.

I just think it is cool we are getting cooler!

Night Music: Blue Train

November 16, 2020

Grandview 16th November 1920

November 16, 2020
Vancouver Sun, 19201116, p.10

All previous Grandview 1920 clippings.

Poem: Complaints Desk

November 16, 2020


She fumed

and fumed loud.


And as she

disabused me

of my place

in the human

race — given

my lineage

must be replete

with morons and

monkeys —

her otherwise neat

and clipped


was interlarded

with sailors’ slang

and potty talk,

and ended with

a red-faced



“Fair dinkum, gal,”

I replied,

smiling the smile

that’ll usually

sink ’em.


nothing.  I sighed

and completed

the refund

that would send

her away.


Thank God,

I’m stoned

all day.