It's early autumn, a free New Yorker 2010 calendar is available, and yet it's 9 million degrees outside. ((Plus or minus 8,999,910 degrees.)) Something doesn't quite add up. Not that I'm complaining though! I loathe winter almost as much as I do green beans or El Niño. It's just – and I'm no scientist – but shouldn't the weather be getting colder? I'm starting to think “global warming” might be a tame term. I vote we change it to “global it's so hot outside I'm not going to bother with pants.” It just rolls off the tongue.