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I sure feels like summers in Phoenix are trying to kill you. Yeah, a few minutes research and I can't say I really agree with your hypothesis. According to the
by boredguy8 16y ago
I sure feels like summers in Phoenix are trying to kill you.
Yeah, a few minutes research and I can't say I really agree with your hypothesis. According to the CDC, 1999-2003 there were 3,442 deaths due to excessive heat with Arizona having 1.7 deaths per 100,000 people.
http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/mm5529a2.htm http://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/preview/mmwrhtml/mm5529a2.htm
So yes, Phoenix is trying to kill you, too. So there must be some other difference that causes social friendliness.
- blhack 16y agoI think a lot of it has to do with roots. Phoenix is incredibly transient. 1.5 years ago, lots and lots of people had houses in my neighborhood, slept there, ate their food there, sent their kids to school there, etc. but nobody really considered it "home"; nobody really thought they lived there. A lot of them were transplants from California, out in Phoenix because it was cheaper "yeah, couple more years and I'll be back on the coast..." When I lived in Minnesota, people were home. This was their town, so if they saw a member of their community stranded on the side of the road, they'd stop to help them because they recognized them as a member. Consider how helpful we've all seen members of HN be to one another. I think a lot of it is because everybody sortof feels like they're in the same club. We want to see HNers doing well because that means it's one of us doing well. Out in Phoenix, nobody really even considers themselves a member of the club, they're all just visiting. For me, in the last year, things have changed dramatically. There really are neighborhoods in Phoenix that people live in, as opposed to just sleeping in, luckily I've found one. The house I live in now is much, much crappier and older and smellier and, honestly, it's completely falling apart, but I'd take it 1000x over the purgatory I used to live in.
- mlok 16y agoI find your comment interesting, but I'd like to underline something : one beauty of the "Today you, tomorrow me" story is that it was a family of mexican fruit-pickers helping an american man. Not the same club. Not the same community. Helping anyway. That is simpler, better, and very noble. Superior hearts (if I may say, in the sense that they are good examples to follow in order to improve ourselves)